"What can you do if you are a bunch of useless people, even if you come in?"

Seeing that Senior Sister Guo Qing and a group of people from Yi Ren Lane entered the battlefield of the Demon Realm, the geniuses of the Zun Mansion who were waiting to fight with Fang Gui not only did not feel any increase in pressure, but they all felt a little funny.

They are all geniuses of the Zun Mansion, the most ranked group of people among the Demon Hunting. In other words, they are the strongest group of people among the foundation-building monks of the Zun Mansion. However, the monks of the Yuren Lane were all driven to the south of the Chengnan Lane because they were useless, that is, the lowest-ranking group of people in the entire Zun Mansion. The comparison between the two sides was too obvious.

To a certain extent, with their joining, Fang Gui's momentum seemed to be weaker. After all, Fang Gui had won consecutive games and had already achieved some majesty. Now that they have added them, this majesty has been lowered...

Facing the ridicule of the geniuses of the supreme palace, the cultivators of the Yiren Lane were unmoved at all. Some looked down at the ground, silently, some looked around, and were not focused at all. Some were just looking at the crowd opposite, and some were not sure who was looking for, and some were even smiling, and did not take this upcoming battle at all!

"This is a farce, and it's not too long. Let's end it soon!"

Someone frowned in the bloodline of the group of Zun Mansions, and suddenly stepped out, ignored others and waved forward directly. Suddenly, a terrifying seven-treasure golden wheel with a terrifying evil aura whirred and slashed towards Fang Gui in the crowd. Wherever the golden wheel passed, even the void was cut into ripples. These ripples seemed to have their own power, as sharp as a sharp sword.

"Crazy..."

In the other side, a strong man, who was like an iron tower, rushed over and carried a huge long sword on his shoulder, full of evil spirits, which was very terrifying. He stepped forward one step before, slashed hard, and slashed straight towards Fang Gui.

"Hiss..."

Several blood-red spirit snakes appeared and crawled into the soil, swam rapidly from the ground to Fang Gui's feet.

"Swoosh..."

Among the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion, there was a woman in a blue robe. She gently retreated back and completely disappeared into the surrounding demonic energy. Then, a faint shadow surrounded Fang Gui and others, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

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It seems that even if these monks from Waste Man Lane came in, they were still only staring at Fang Gui. Moreover, with these people coming in, they made them even more scruples when taking action. After all, they had to consider who took action first and who took action later. They didn't want to be called a siege as soon as they came up. But now that there are more people on Fang Gui's side, they don't have to consider so many.

At this time, Fang Gui was originally holding his hands behind his back, but when he saw so many attacks coming, he immediately jumped. But suddenly he saw that his senior sister and others were calm, so he hurriedly calmed himself down.

"Everyone, I have thought about it. Instead of returning to the Immortal Sect with a broken body, I would rather... I would rather come to the battle than to have a happy battle!"

Among the monks in the Waste Man Lane, Sanqin Badao Jin Sanqi suddenly laughed, and his mood seemed to be happy. As he spoke, he suddenly stepped out, and the sword light in his palm flashed, and he slashed the golden wheel that had already flown in front of Fang Gui and flew backwards.

The next moment, the monks in the Waste Man Lane took action together. Senior Sister Guo Qing had no sword in her hand. Facing the black iron tower carrying the knife, she just stepped forward steadily, raised her bare hands, and steadily held the knife that fell like a pound of pounds in her hand. Then she leaned back slightly, exerted force again, and pushed the strong man like the tower backwards.

Wu Yan in the crowd lowered her eyes and saw two spirit snakes swimming quickly under the ground. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and a stream of dirty blood spitted on the ground. The dirty blood directly penetrated into the ground. The two spirit snakes were touched for a little while and immediately started to scream in pain.

The last woman who took action was so weak that she could hardly see it. She was covering her demonic energy and carefully approaching Fang Gui's back, waiting for an opportunity to take action. She saw that no one around could detect her existence, but unexpectedly, just as she was about to approach Fang Gui, a young man suddenly turned to look at her and chuckled.

The woman was shocked and slashed at the person with a knife, but was suddenly shot by Qu Shenxing behind her.

All kinds of offensives were easily broken, but none of them were threatened by the other party. Fang Gui, who was not in a state of disrespect, held back his hands behind his back, and the wind blew his robe. He really felt calm and calm when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face was not changed.

"I must be very good now, but unfortunately, it would be great if someone drew it for me..."

Fang Gui couldn't help thinking in his heart.

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"Dare to break my law and kill them!"

However, after these several tests, there was no merit. The bloodlines of the Lord's Mansion were immediately furious and finally stopped talking. With a loud shout, they rushed forward at the same time. For a moment, the mysterious lights covered the sky and the earth, causing chaos in the demonic energy, and flying sand and stones. At this time, they were already planning to directly crush Fang Gui and the monks in the Waste Man Lane directly with their real strength advantages.

"What I mean is that instead of carrying such a useless body and returning to the Immortal Sect, it is better to fight so happily. What's more important is..."

"One can take revenge today..."

The group of monks in the Wuren Lane also looked at each other, their eyes were a little excited, and they greeted the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion.

The mysterious lights intersect and the battle begins!

At this moment, at least seven or eight people attacked Fang Gui at the same time, but the monks from the Yi Ren Lane next to him tried their best to surround him, sharing his opponents, and ensuring that Fang Gui would not fall into the siege of others.

"What qualifications are there to fight us like you?"

One of the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion was a young man holding a demon sword. He rushed to Fang Gui in an instant, but was forced to open by Jin Sanchi's knife. In a hurry, the demon sword was swung, and he repelled two or three monks from the Waste Man Lane around him, and wanted to wait for an opportunity to slash at Fang Gui again. But at this moment, a monk from the Waste Man Lane stopped him, smiled and nodded to him. It was Yan Ling.

"Xuanya Cang Ghost, long time no see..."

The man holding a demon sword, Xuan Ya Cang Ghost's eyes fell on Yan Ling's face, and a cold smile suddenly appeared: "Divine Arrow Yan Ling, your divine bow has been cut off by me, and your tendons have been picked. How can you still have the right to stand in front of me now?"

Yan Ling nodded and said, "It's right. It was just because I didn't give you a credit, so you held such a grudge, destroying my divine bow, picking my tendons and veins, and trying to make me doom... It's a pity that although you do things, you haven't been able to do it to the end. If you want to refine a magic arrow, you need arm strength, divine bow, and eyesight. You have only destroyed the first two, and left my eyes..."

The man holding the demon sword sneered: "What can you do? Can you stare at me to death?"

Yan Ling smiled and said, "Just borrow a sword to use it!"

As he said that, he turned around and swept his eyes to Luo Yanzhi, Cang Gou Jian who was fighting with an opponent, held his fists and bowed to him, and said, "It is also a blessing to meet an enemy in this battle. Fellow Daoist Luo, can you lend me the sword in your hand and help me get revenge?"

Luo Yanzhi was fighting with his opponent and panting, saying, "I'm busy too..."

Yan Ling smiled and said, "At most, only three swords are borrowed!"

Luo Yanyi gritted his teeth and forced his opponent away, shouting: "Okay!"

"I see what mystery you are doing..."

But at this moment, the man who called Xuanya Cang Ghost was impatient and roared violently. The demon sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, and the sword energy rolled, and several evil ghosts actually formed in the void, and swallowed Yan Ling head-on. The shadow of the evil ghost was all condensed by the demon sword energy, and it was scraped with bones. It was only half a minute to touch it, and it was the end of the flesh and blood.

Yan Ling's figure did not retreat at this moment, but just stared at the opponent coldly, and suddenly said, "Soul!"

At this time, Luo Yanzhi was about to fight a killer move with the other party, but when he heard Yan Ling's shout, he had to give up his opponent. He suddenly took several steps and slashed towards the position of Xuanya Canggui's mind with one sword. At this time, he was a little embarrassed when facing his opponent, let alone deal with another enemy who had no idea. Therefore, at this time, he did not consider the opponent's move and defense at all. He just closed his eyes and slashed out at the position he shouted out by Yan Ling.

"Swish!"

But no one expected that the sword would cut off. The Xuanya Cang Ghost, who looked so terrifying and flawless, suddenly changed his face and forced his move. The demon sword turned around and instantly took back all the shadows of the evil ghosts. After dodging the sword, he flew into the air and then slashed towards Yan Ling on the ground.

"Dajuchi!"

Yan Ling looked at Xuanya Canggui coldly and shouted loudly.

At this time, Luo Yanzhi was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step, but at least he had agreed. After turning again, he saw that the sword of Xuanya Canggui was about to fall on Yan Ling. He knew that he was more anxious than him. He quickly gritted his teeth, flew back, and then jumped into the air, slashing hard at the Dazhui point behind Xuanya Canggui.

Xuanya Canggui looked at Yan Ling and was about to kill him with one sword, but Luo Yanzhi's sword forced him to save himself. He hurriedly returned to the sword and drove the sword. Then he was extremely angry, his face was full of disbelief, and he shouted loudly: "I don't believe it!"

As he was talking, he turned around in the air and suddenly rushed up with the knife and slashed straight towards Yan Linglin.

However, although he slashed at Yan Ling with one sword, most of his attention was placed behind him.

The sword came very quickly and it was instantly slashed in front of Yan Ling. At this time, Yan Ling seemed to feel that the overall situation was settled. Suddenly, he didn't even have the desire to look at the Xuanya Canggui. He just shook his head and said, "Thorn him the jade pillow!"

In the other side, Canggou Jian did not look back. He took the time to turn around and stab him with a sword, slashing at the Yuzhen acupoint on the back of Xuanya Canggui's head.

"I still want to play this?"

But this time, the Xuanya Canggui sneered in his heart. He felt a ray of sword energy stabbing into the back of his head. He secretly gritted his teeth. Just as the sword light was about to attack, he suddenly turned around and wanted to slash it with one knife. Under such a close distance, after he cut off the sword energy, he would return to kill Yan Ling, which was simply an easy task.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, Yan Ling suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his demon sword. The demon sword itself had endless phantoms, and it was extremely difficult to capture the real sword, but Yan Ling accurately grabbed it in his hand.

"Swish..."

Yan Ling's arm was instantly stolen by the force on the knife, and there was almost no trace of blood left. However, under his pull, Xuanya Canggui's demon sword could not be defended, and was hit by the sword light in an instant.

Xuanya Canggui's face suddenly became extremely strange.

He could feel that his Yuzhen hole was hit by the sword energy, which caused the reversal of his spiritual breath, as if it was a rapid rushing Yangtze River. Suddenly, a key place was blocked. So the river flooded and rushed around. All his magic powers rushed into his body. After a while, his body cracked and blood flowed in his eyes.

He was not killed by the sword energy of Luo Yanzhi's sword, but was driven to death by his chaotic spiritual breath.

The key point of all this is that Yan Ling saw the direction of his spiritual breath when he was emitting the knife and pushed out the key acupoints.

His eyes, which were covered with blood, were still staring at Yan Ling. It seemed difficult to believe that he could really borrow three swords from others through his eyes and kill him. He was even more puzzled that he would fight this arm to bet on this opportunity...

"You have picked the tendons of this arm for a long time, so there is nothing to be a pity..."

Yan Ling shook his bloody arms that seemed to be about to leave his body. He didn't care at all. He just looked at Xuanya Canggui with interest and said, "If you hadn't broken my divine bow and picked my arm tendons, maybe I wouldn't have found that my eyesight still has such deep potential to dig. From this point of view, maybe I should have thanked you?"

Looking at the Xuanya Cang Ghost whose expression was almost stiff, he suddenly smiled and said, "Just kidding, it's my own business that I have potential, which means I am a real genius. Why should I thank you? At best, you are just a fool. If it weren't for the forces of the Zun Mansion before, I would not dare to attack you in advance, a person like you would die a hundred times when he met me!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand and pushed it on Xuanya Canggui's forehead, pushing him backwards, and said disdainfully: "Bad!"

Until the Xuanya Cang Ghost died, he could not breathe in his throat.

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There are many similar things in this battlefield. Sanqiu Badao Jin Sanqi walked away with a knife, changing three or four opponents in a row, and finally found a thin man with a mask of ink painting on his face in the blood of the Zun Mansion. Without saying a word, he took the knife and slashed over. The shadow of the knife swayed and slashed to four or five different positions in an instant.

The man with the ink-surface mask on his face instantly turned into seven or eight shadows, which fell in different positions. Four or five shadows were killed by Jin Sanfoot, but the remaining shadows were combined and there was no injury at all.

"During the day, you won you in a contest because I could deduce the change of your figure and beat you in a competition. I realized that my three-foot domineering sword might restrain the changes in your body movements. So I did not hesitate to invite the elders of the clan to hit the title of the Lord, forcing me not to practice again. Later, I poisoned me with a strange way and destroyed my perception, so that I could no longer use the original three-foot domineering sword. I thought I would endure this tone for a lifetime, but I didn't expect that when I met you from the battlefield, I didn't expect that I would no longer be afraid of your identity as a lord, which was also considered God's will..."

The man with a mask on his face clattered, his voice seemed a little weird and unstable, and said, "What can I do if I meet me? I am three-foot domineering, three-foot domineering, and good at calculating, and no matter how small it is, the key is to perceive. Now your spiritual sense is probably worse than the foundation building of the most ordinary elixir. Can you still use the three-foot domineering sword like before?"

"I've been looking for you just to say this to you!"

Jin Sanchi horizontal sword was in front of him, staring at him coldly, and said, "You were driven to the back of the wilderness. I cut chicken, duck, fish and meat that I had cut for ten years, and I had to forget everything, but I gradually realized the power of intuition. So I practiced the sword with my intuition and finally had some understanding..."

As he said this, he walked forward with a smile on his face: "I can't use the three-foot bark sword anymore. The knife I use now is called the seven-foot bark sword!"

"Wow!"

The man wearing an ink painting mask on his face opposite was shocked and flew up. His figure changed in an instant, and nine shadows were transformed into each other. In different positions, any shadow escaped from the sword light, and he would not be injured at all. Before, he had to deal with the Three-Foot Domineering Sword because the calculating sword could instantly calculate the changes in all his shadows, thereby capturing the real him, but now, the other party's perception has been destroyed and he will definitely not be able to calculate it.

But Jin Sanchi looked at his body change, but only a sneer appeared on his face.

Then he stepped forward and slashed his sword.
To be continued...