In the dense jungle, a beautiful figure was walking in lotus steps, just like walking in the garden. However, looking at the quick steps of the men in green behind her, you can tell that she was not walking slowly, but she just gave people a great feeling. Please use the pinyin domain name of this site to visit our Zero Point Book

Luo Fei's spiritual consciousness spread out, and every grass and tree within a radius of more than 500 meters was reflected in his mind.

Suddenly, a group of men in blue were walking quickly in the dense forest not far away, rushing towards the northeast.

Luo Fei frowned.

"It's people from Beifeng, can they find out what happened?"

Just then, with a "boom", a loud bang came from the northeast, and a tremendous wave of magic power.

Luo Fei no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the man in blue behind her:

"Use jade slips to convey the letter and gather people."

"Yes, uncle!" A man in green agreed.

Luo Fei's slender jade hand made a trick.

call out!

The flying sword more than two feet long behind it turned into a stream of light, suspended in front of it, and immediately turned into a big sword of more than a foot wide.

Luo Fei jumped gently, and the white figure stepped on the flying sword like a flying swallow, and stepped on it gently.

call out!

The flying sword carried the beauty and fled towards the direction that fluctuated northeast.

...

"Hahaha! Even if you juniors dare to speak wildly? Even if I am injured, killing you big cats and kittens is easy. Today I want you to know what a lean camel is bigger than a horse!"

Fang Laoer was immediately angry and laughed at the dignity of the powerful Jindan stage.

As he spoke, a black shadow flashed, and Old Man Fang had arrived in front of the nearest Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Click!

With a sound, the man in blue had no time to dodge, and was printed on his chest by Old Man Fang. It could be seen from his naked eyes that his sternum immediately sank, blood squirted from his mouth, and his body was thrown back like a bundle of straw in the wind.

"Old man dare!"

Wu Feng reacted the fastest, roared and pointed.

call out!

The flying sword immediately flashed out and turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards Old Man Fang.

Dingding Ding Ding...

With a series of sounds of metal and iron attacks, Fang Laoer pinched his fingers into a sword and quickly drove a series of attacks of the flying sword.

At the same time, amid the laughter, the body had already regressed backwards.

"Hahaha! I have said that killing you is like slaughtering a dog! It's just because of the face of the old monster Feng, I won't bother with you today, I'll go!"

Fang Laoer returned to the cave, and had not even had time to use the blood coffin. He rolled his sleeves and wrapped Zhang Yang up, stretched his arms and clamped them under his armpits.

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and did not resist.

Although the ** of the powerful Jindan stage cannot be compared with the black zombie of the same level, after the transformation of mana, Zhang Yang, who weighs more than 100 pounds, still looks very relaxed.

Since the emergence of a group of people from the Sword Spirit Sect, Zhang Yang has begun to look for opportunities and wants to wait for the two sides to fight hard to separate, so he waits for an opportunity to escape.

Originally, according to Zhang Yang's estimate, a group of foundation-building cultivators in the Sword Spirit Sect should not be able to kill Mr. Fang, but it will definitely make him seriously injured.

Then, after escaping, he used the purple zombie puppet blood slave to fight Fang Laoer's pursuit and the chance of success is quite high. As long as he resists for a few days, he will completely clear the spiritual mark at the heart position and will be completely free.

Unexpectedly, the group of people in the Sword Spirit Sect were so ineffective that they were killed by Fang Laoer in one round.

Now, Old Fang urged Zhang Yang and was about to escape. This made Zhang Yang very anxious. Just when he was thinking whether he would take the risk to cause some trouble for Old Fang, Wu Feng shouted:

"Stay him! You can't let him run away anyway!"

Palala!

The sound of clothes fluttering everywhere were everywhere, and the men in blue in Qi Refining stage danced their long swords and surrounded the cave.

The seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators, including Wu Feng, were the Yudong Flying Sword.

The seven flying swords were shining with light, like seven meteors, rising and falling one after another, stabbing towards Fang Laoer.

Ding Ding Ding!

Fang Laoer waved his sleeves and opened these flying swords. He held Zhang Yang under his armpits, and he was still extremely relaxed. He was about to break out of the siege. Once he escaped, he might be a fish and a dragon entering the sea.

Bang bang bang!

Old Fang rushed forward and punched several heavy punches one after another, smashing several people in blue in Qi Refining who were blocking the way.

"Hahaha! I'm going!"

Old Man Fang laughed loudly, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, his figure was about to rise.

"Hmph! Old man, you can still leave after falling into my seven-star sword formation?"

Wu Feng snorted coldly.

When we looked, it turned out that several monks in the Foundation Establishment stage took advantage of the time when Fang Laoer killed the man in blue and had already stepped on their respective positions and surrounded Fang Laoer in the middle.

Zhang Yang vaguely felt something bad. Suddenly, the scenery in front of him seemed to change, and the stars shone in the sky, like a dazzling galaxy in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, these star rays shot down.

Fang Laoer's face changed, and he no longer had the initial relaxed expression. Zhang Yang was clamped with his left arm, and only his right arm could move. When he waved his sleeves, most of the stars were opened, but there were also a few missing.

Zhang Yang's eyes widened instantly, and his spiritual sense vaguely captured it. Several streams of light actually came towards him.

Very fast! There is no time to react or even time to think!

At the critical moment, Fang Laoer's body turned around and had already embraced Zhang Yang in front of him, thrust his back to block the starlight.

Bobobobobobo!

The starlight reached the body and immediately turned into a sharp sword, stabbing the back of the old man in the middle, making dull sounds, popping up one after another.

Even so, Old Fang looked very uncomfortable, with blood flashing across his face, becoming pathologically rosy.

boom--

In an instant, Zhang Yang's head seemed to explode.

This... Old Man Fang actually sacrificed himself to resist the attack for himself?

No matter what happened in the past two years, Zhang Yang's kindness in his heart has never been eliminated.

He had no psychological burden to kill the monsters and even humans who attacked him; but he could never take action against those innocent people. Even during his time in the ancient tomb, he even helped the villagers in a mountain village at the foot of the mountain for free.

Previously, Zhang Yang believed that Fang Laoer had ulterior motives, so he found a way to gather the people of the Sword Spirit Sect together and lure them all over, trying his best not to let Fang Laoer get out easily.

However, now Fang Laoer sacrificed himself to save himself... In an instant, Zhang Yang felt that his ideas that had collapsed over the past few days.

Thinking about this period, although Fang Laoer made him feel palpitations and uneasy, all his actions were good to Zhang Yang, including preparing Qingyin Pills to restore his language skills, including boiling Hanyin Body Tempering Soup...

"Is it wrong for me to do this?"

"I just suspect that Mr. Fang has ulterior motives, so I try every means to harm him... If this is not the case, wouldn't I become a villain who will repay his grudges and revenge?"

At this moment, Zhang Yang's heart was extremely messy.

Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.

"Junior, don't force me to kill you with a murder!"

A sudden injury flashed in Fang Laoer's eyes.

"Old man! Don't be stubborn! Being trapped in the Seven-Star Sword Formation of My Sword Spirit Sect, can you still want to escape? Accept it quickly and apologize to my mountain gate. Perhaps the head master will spare your life."

Wu Feng had a determined expression on his face, and a sneer was hanging on the corner of his mouth.

As we talked, the fight did not stop.

Old Fang moved quickly, his figure almost left the range visible to the naked eye, and only saw a black shadow rushing left and right, spinning back and forth, like a black whirlwind.

However, the meteor-like sword light in the sky locked in the black shadow. No matter where he rushed there, there were countless starlights, and there was no chance to escape.

Zhang Yang was next to Fang Laoer, feeling it clearly, knowing that his figure seemed to be getting faster and faster, but his face became more and more pathologically red, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Zhang Yang's heart also sucked.

Not to mention the attitude of the other party’s old man, whether he hopes he is good or bad - Zhang Yang is completely messed up about this.

As for the current situation, if even the down-and-out tiger, Fang Laoer, could not escape from the bird's seven-star sword formation, Zhang Yang's chance of success with his purple zombie would probably be slim.

In any case, I hope that Mr. Fang will break out of the encirclement.

The battle became more and more intense and entered a state of intense heat.

Seven monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage stepped on their steps, twisting their fingers lightly, pinching their magic tricks, and looking light and elegant.

The seven flying swords flew rapidly under their command, turning into a stream of light in the sky, like a huge silver net, covering Fang Laoer tightly, and starlight kept shooting down.

Within a stick of incense, Fang Laoer was repeatedly hit, and his robe had long turned into silk strips, looking extremely embarrassed.
To be continued...