In a valley on the deserted island, Fang Yi stared at the flying sword in his hand with his eyes, and stood like this, watching, without moving for several hours.

As the sun sets, a full moon rises from the sea. Fang Yi's flying sword in his hand draws out obliquely, and an arc of sword energy flies out, disappearing in the sky, missing.

"It's still wrong, it's too difficult." Fang Yi murmured to himself as he looked at the gradually disappearing flying sword.

Although the images in the sea of ​​consciousness were already blurred, Fang Yi could still feel the huge gap between the sword moves he used and the sloppy middle-aged man in the image, which reminded Fang Yi of an idiom on earth: Dong Shi Xiaopin.

"The starting style is similar, the arc is similar, what's the problem?"

Fang Yi frowned, and his spiritual sense was still thinking and deducing it over and over again in the sea of ​​consciousness. Sometimes it seemed that he had touched something, but once he thought about it, he had nothing.

"There is still progress." Fang Yi comforted himself. No matter what, the power of the natal flying sword was gradually increasing.

"Fang Yi, it's time to eat."

In the distance, the little devil's voice sounded, and Fang Yi naturally walked on the flying sword and walked against the sword. A distance of 1,000 meters arrived in an instant. Since the beginning of his escape from the sea, Fang Yi has been used to flying with swords. In the past, flying with swords consumed a lot of spiritual power, and he would not use it until he had to.

Until that thought invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Yi's control over sword control skills became more and more free and at ease, and the consumption of spiritual power for flying sword control was negligible.

"The Sword Sect does not have a teleportation array, and there is no island in the surrounding area of ​​8,000 miles. You can only fly by relying on sword control." Fang Yi sighed secretly: "It is no wonder that the sword control technique of the disciples of the Sword Sect have been perfect."

The sword control technique is just a sword control technique. After being guided by the sloppy middle-aged man, Fang Yi finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Tiger-headed fish at the level of spirit beasts? There are also sword fish and spiritual treasure fish. The food today is good."

Fang Yi's eyes lit up when he saw three big fish on the bonfire. They had been on this deserted island for six days, and had been spending the whole day with Zheng Da and Li Mengjun in sneak attacks with each other. There were rarely such quiet times, let alone satisfying their desires.

The bright moon is in the sky, the moonlight is reflected on the sea surface, and the seaside is also bright.

"If I had known that I would have been forced into this situation, I would have prepared more wine in Tianxiao City." Long Wangda sighed and said, "It would be a pity that there would be such a beautiful moonlight and no good wine to accompany me."

"I don't know how Chuxia and Fang Fang are doing, alas." Fang Yi looked at the moonlight and his mind floated back to Jinao Island. Thinking of Bai Chuxia and Fang Fang, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with satisfaction and helplessness in his smile, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Don't worry, there are Su brothers in Buyi Island, so I'm still firm." Long Wanda patted Fang Yi on the shoulder and smiled: "It must be much better than our situation."

"That's right, Brother Wei and Yuanjie may not be worse than ours." Fang Yi also laughed at himself, tearing off a piece of tiger-headed fish meat and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up: "This tiger-headed fish tastes good, little devil, did you get it?"

"Of course, catching a fish is not easy for me." The little devil shook his head and wagged his tail and said: "Not to mention catching a tiger-headed fish, when this devil advances to the late stage of the Demon Pill, Zheng Da and Li Mengjun will not be able to escape his claws."

"I want me to tell you that the little devil is really dragged down by us."

Long Wanda looked at the little devil and smiled and said, "Although the little devil's current strength is not enough to kill the late stage of foundation building, it is still okay to save his life. With the ability to move instantly, even if they know your whereabouts, it is useless."

"What do you say is implicated or not?" The little devil waved his claws and said generously: "I am naturally free to come and go, but we will live and die together, so why is this devil king not loyal... the demon king?"

In the end, the little devil king was very shameless and put the name of the demon king on himself.

"Return to the Demon King?" Fang Yi glanced at it: "If it were the Demon King, could the two late-stage cultivators in the foundation building stage be so arrogant?"

"The monster beast is so ugly." The little devil king muttered, and said with confidence: "Besides, I am destined to be the existence of the demon king, sooner or later."

"Then I wish your dream come true." Long Wanda said to the little devil king as if he was very serious.

"Then I wish you a good dream." Fang Yi said.

"You two guys, try the power of this Demon King." The little Demon King opened his teeth and claws, and several thunderbolts flashed around Fang Yi and Long Wanda's bodies, but these thunderbolts were controlled by the little Demon King, and hitting Fang Yi and Long Wanda would make itchy.

After a sumptuous dinner, Long Wanda and the little devil were meditating and resting, but Fang Yi lay on his back on the ground, pillowing his hands, staring at the moonlight for a night.

The next morning, Fang Yi faced the sea with his hands on his back, and he was thinking about something quickly in his mind.

Long Wanda and the little devil woke up one after another, a golden light flashed, and the little devil had already lie on Fang Yi's shoulder: "Fang Yi, you didn't rest last night? Didn't you agree to change me in the second half of the night?"

Fang Yi, Long Wanda, and the little devil, took turns to guard against Zheng Da and Li Mengjun's sneak attacks when they needed a rest.

Fang Yi rubbed the little devil's head and smiled, "It's okay, I just happened to think about something last night, but I didn't wake you up."

"Fang Yi, why don't you go and have a rest?" Long Wanda also said. Although cultivators do not need to rely on sleep to restore their physical functions, they also need appropriate rest to relieve mental fatigue.

"Yeah." Fang Yi nodded: "I'll meditate for an hour, you can keep a little." After that, Fang Yi sat cross-legged, his five hearts facing the sky, his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and his mind soon became silent.

One hour, Fang Yi woke up on time, stood up, and said to Long Wanda and the Little Demon King: "Old Dragon, Little Demon King, today I plan to go and talk to them myself."

"You yourself?" Long Wanda waved his hand and said, "No, it's too dangerous for you to go by yourself. Two late-stage cultivators of foundation building join forces, I'm afraid you can't escape."

"rest assured."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "The little devil has left a deep impression on them. They dare not join forces to deal with me before they see the little devil. The sword technique I practiced has fallen into a bottleneck to see if I can understand something through combat."

"Fang Yi, I'll follow you." The little devil said: "I'm hiding in the dark, it won't affect your competition with them. If they join forces to deal with you, I can still take care of you."

"Okay." Fang Yi thought for a while, nodded and said, "You have to promise me that you must not take action when you don't let you take action."

"Don't worry." The little devil patted his chest and promised: "Didn't I listen to you any time."

Fang Yi and the little devil converged their breath one after another, and did not fly. They walked towards Zheng Da and Li Mengjun like walking. The deserted island was not big, and Fang Yi was a cultivator in the foundation-building stage. Even if he did not use his spiritual power, he walked much faster than ordinary people. Not long after one person and one beast arrived at the area where Zheng Da and Li Mengjun were.

According to the agreement, the little devil found a place to hide it, and hid it in a place to hide its body shape. As long as it does not explode spiritual power, it is really difficult for others to discover it.

When the little devil was hidden, Fang Yi appeared within the sight of Zheng Da and Li Mengjun.

"Huh?" Seeing Fang Yi, Zheng Da and Li Mengjun instinctively began to search for the little devil, but the little devil restrained their breath, and they could not sense it at all. Even Fang Yi within his sight could see it with his eyes.

"Where is the little devil?" Zheng Da looked at Fang Yi, and asked with a warning from all around him at any time.

"Haha, I didn't expect that your late-stage cultivator of foundation building would be afraid of the little devil. If it knew, it would definitely be proud again."

Li Mengjun's eyes flashed, and the flying sword in his body was about to move, saying, "It's strange today. It's not the sword energy that arrived first. What are you going to play today? When will the little beast come out?"

"Why are you saying so ugly?" Fang Yi stopped, took his ears and said to Zheng Da and Li Mengjun: "You two, I'm actually here today, and I plan to find two people to discuss."

"Trial? You?" Li Mengjun seemed to have heard something incredible and mocked: "You want to talk to us too? If you have the will of you, fight me for half an hour, don't ask that little beast to help, don't run away."

Fang Yi glanced at him and said disdainfully: "If you have a kind of way to reduce your spiritual power to the level of the early stage of foundation building, if you can't beat him to death, I will lose."

"You..." Li Mengjun was furious. He knew that if he reduced his spiritual power to the level of the early stage of foundation building, he would be no match for Fang Yi.

"Zheng Da, do you want me to tell me that we should not waste it?"

Fang Yi looked at Zheng Da and asked, "Anyway, we have been fighting for so many days. Instead of sneaking around every day, it is not easy for you to feel uncomfortable. It is better for us to do a dignified battle. I will fight with you one-on-one. If you can kill me, I will be your ability. How about it?"

"One-on-one?" Zheng Da sneered: "Fang Yi, are you so easy to cheat on me as my three-year-old child? Where is the little devil?"

"It doesn't matter where the little devil is." Fang Yi spread his hands and said helplessly: "Even if it stands here now, you dare to ignore it? Unless you imprison its cultivation, you can attack you at any time as long as it wants."

"Is this what you call a one-to-one match?" Zheng Da asked with his hands wrapped around his chest and slightly mockingly: "Fang Yi, I ask you, what would you do if you had the chance to kill me?"

Fang Yi tilted his head and thought for a while, and said naturally: "Of course I will kill you at any cost."

"That's right." Zheng Da said: "The little devil must have the same idea as you. He will definitely take action when he sees an opportunity, so there is no one-on-one battle between you and me. I can't believe it, either you or the little devil."

"Okay, although I admit that what you said makes sense, I still want to tell you that I really plan to have a fight today. Since you don't believe it, I will ask you two to discuss it together." Fang Yi's eyes were slightly cold, and his palm was opened, and his natal flying sword appeared, shining with silver light.

"Chun the moon!" Fang Yi waved his flying sword in his hand gently, and the sword energy drew a graceful arc and slashed towards Li Mengjun.

"Hmph, a trick."

Li Mengjun's natal flying sword flew in the air and shot straight towards Fang Yi.

As for the sword energy that Fang Yi slashed, Li Mengjun didn't take it seriously at all and wanted to dodge it. However, just as he wanted to dodge, he suddenly found that the arc sword energy had a confusing feeling. He wanted to dodge, but he didn't know how to avoid it. With an instinctive mistake, Li Mengjun felt his arm chill and half of his sleeve was cut off by the sword energy.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Li Mengjun's expression changed drastically. If it weren't for the spiritual energy protecting his body under instinct, his arm would have been gone.

At the same time, Li Mengjun's natal flying sword also came to Fang Yi, and saw Fang Yi's natal flying sword facing him, passing a semicircle in the air. "Dang", with a sound of metallic attack, Li Mengjun's flying sword was knocked out, and Fang Yi was also shocked by Li Mengjun's flying sword and retreated more than ten meters, with a slightly red face and a trembling wrist.

Before he could stand firm, Fang Yi felt his hair stand up and there was a stinging feeling around him. When his mind moved, the three-color light shield rotated and intertwined around his body, and he heard the continuous sound of "Pu Pu Pu Pu".

Seeing Fang Yi taking the lead in slashing towards Li Mengjun with one sword, Zheng Da was already ready. Seeing that Fang Yi and Li Mengjun's natal flying swords fought back, Zheng Da's natal flying sword and six flying swords broke out and formed a seven-star sword formation to surround Fang Yi.

The three-colored light shield finally failed to block the siege of the Seven-Star Sword Formation. After making a "bang", the seven flying swords broke and dissipated. However, after breaking through the three-colored light shield, they reached the end of their strength. They were smashed by Fang Yi with his natal flying swords one by one, and then the sword-shaped spiritual energy condensed under his feet and flew into the air.

"Chasing!" Zheng Da shouted to chase, and Li Mengjun and he drove the flying sword to catch up.

Fang Yi seemed to have consumed too much spiritual power, and his speed of flying with his sword was much slower than usual. Zheng Da and Li Mengjun chased him with all their might, and the distance was slightly closer.

"It's still a little short." Li Mengjun gritted his teeth and said, "It will reach the range of effective attacks of the flying sword."

At this moment, Fang Yi drove the flying sword and suddenly drew a small circle, turned to face Zheng Da and Li Mengjun. The natal flying sword that was compressed to the extreme in his body burst out with silver dazzling light, and then disappeared instantly, as if he had traveled through the void, and appeared again and had already arrived in front of Zheng Da.

Just as Fang Yi turned around, Zheng Da and Li Mengjun realized something was wrong, and Zheng Da controlled six flying swords to protect his whole body.

With a crisp "ding", Fang Yi's natal flying sword flew backwards, blending with the sword light under his feet, suddenly accelerated and disappeared.

"Don't chase after him." Seeing that Li Mengjun was about to continue chasing him, Zheng Da spoke out and stopped him.

"Ah? His spiritual power should have been exhausted. Let's chase him now. Even if he has the pill to restore his spiritual power, he can at least consume one pill." Li Mengjun didn't understand Zheng Da's thoughts at this time.

Zheng Da's face changed and he said, "He can hide his breath. As long as he keeps the distance, he has enough time to hide for a while, and..." Zheng Da said, a flying sword floating in front of Li Mengjun.
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