Master of Great Calamity

Let's go...

Get out of the way, or you will be killed without mercy...

Liu Mozhen's defeat was so fast that the black shadows who were about to escape didn't even notice.

They also wanted to escape while Liu Mozhen was fighting Fang Yuan, and escape from the complicated muddy water right now!

But very helplessly, after Fang Yuan appeared, the Xiaozhufeng disciples became more courageous, and they also just knew that someone had died at the hands of Shenxiaofeng disciples just now, and they were filled with grief and indignation for a moment, and they rushed forward as if desperately facing these red-eyed Xiaozhufeng disciples. Everyone is knocked aside!

If you put golden-armored tortoises on guard again, if one of them escapes, the disciples who lost their lives in Xiaozhufeng will not be able to rest in peace!

But at this moment, Lu Qingguan's voice also sounded coldly.

At this time, he has the disciples of Group A around him to protect him, so he is safe and secure, and he can guide the transformation of the formation with all his strength.

You... you don't want to force me...

These black shadows were also screaming desperately at this time. Seeing the dangerous situation, they couldn't care about anything else. All kinds of magic weapons at the bottom of the box were sacrificed. Just now, after all, they had ghosts in their hearts, and they didn't want to reveal their real profound skills and magic weapons. They were afraid that they would be recognized later.

boom!

A disciple of Shenxiao Peak rushed to the front, shouting desperately. Suddenly, a large black iron spear more than three feet long flew out of the Qiankun bag. At the same time, he clapped his palms, and he had already cast the Yin-Yang God Control Art. Above his head, a fierce god manifested.

Not good... flash...

The Xiaozhu Peak disciples who stopped him were also trembling at this moment. This person had clearly cultivated the Yin-Yang God Control Art to a very high level, and his cultivation was at the peak of the eighth level of Qi training. They could not have imagined it. Seeing the shot being swept down, even if four or five of them sacrificed the golden armor talisman at the same time, they were not sure that they could stop it...

Even Junior Sister Qiao, who was protecting Lu Qingguan, had the same thoughts and hurriedly let them get out of the way.

It's just that it's too late to flash at this time.

That shot, which was full of monstrous power, has been ruthlessly swept down.

That Shenxiao Peak disciple obviously didn't hold back the slightest bit, and with this shot, he didn't know how many souls he would inflict...

Snapped……

But at this moment, a big golden hand suddenly descended from the sky, grasping the black iron gun body firmly.

Rao even the gun body contained indescribably terrifying divine power, so it couldn't even move at this moment.

who is it?

The disciple of Shenxiao Peak turned around in horror, only to see that big hand, which was actually protruded by a golden armored god on top of Fang Yuan's head.

At this moment, Fang Yuan was standing three feet away from him, with mana swaying all over his body, urging him with all his strength. Above his head, there was also a phantom of a fierce god, and it looked no worse than the fierce god he had cultivated for seven or eight years. It was even higher than him in terms of solidity. This immediately made him stunned, and there was an unbelievable look in his fierce eyes...

Yin-Yang God Control Art...

How do you know the Yin-Yang God Control Art...

He subconsciously yelled, and at the same time let go of the iron gun, waiting for another move.

You will, and I will...

Fang Yuan yelled, grabbed the iron spear, held it by the fierce god above his head, and swept it across with a single shot.

Kaka...

The divine appearance above the head of the Shenxiao Peak disciple was directly smashed to pieces by his spear, and the endless aura flowed away. Even the disciple whose profound art had been broken vomited blood profusely. He had no strength in his heart to fight any more. He just staggered and turned around, wanting to escape!

Shua!

But at this moment, Fang Yuan had already slashed with his sword, and his figure brushed past him.

I will, but you may not!

When he finished speaking, he rushed towards the other Shenxiao Peak disciples without even raising his head.

you……

The voice that was calling for the disciples of Shenxiao Peak stopped abruptly, and the whole person was stunned.

After a while, a huge head shot up into the sky, and blood gushed out of the neck like a fountain!

Is... is he crazy?

This true biography of Little Bamboo Peak...how dare...how dare to kill us like this?

There were four remaining black shadows, and they also saw the scene of Fang Yuan's beheading with one sword in horror, and they were frightened dumbfounded.

Although their strength is not low, but at this time, they have no fighting spirit...

Is that still human?

It was only a matter of stealing a precious medicine, why...why did it become such a life-and-death killing?

In their eyes, even Fang Yuan's green robe seemed to be covered with blood, like a blood god!

And when they got here, they only had one thought in their minds...

……escape!

Hurry up and get out of here, so as not to kill the evil god's subordinates!

Small lucid dream technique...

Seeing them panicked and scattered, Fang Yuan just narrowed his eyes and looked at the two black figures fleeing eastward.

A dharma seal on the left hand is knotted like a lotus flower.

A dreamy light all over his body flickered in the air, and the speed of the two black shadows suddenly slowed down.

It's not that they don't want to escape, but that they feel that their mana is disordered, as if their legs are entangled.

Let's do it together and kill him...

These two people were masters of the Little Clear Dream Art, they were caught in the trick suddenly, and their hearts suddenly turned cold. They didn't expect that they had been immersed in the Little Clear Dream Art for many years, and now they were restrained by others with this technique. In a hurry, they immediately made a decision, screamed desperately, and their mana surged wildly.

Crack Crack

But Fang Principle remained motionless, green energy soared above his head, and a fierce god appeared, two big hands suddenly protruded, and he actually held the two flying swords in his hands, and then slammed into the middle desperately, and the two flying swords were instantly shattered into pieces!

The two of them were connected with each other, and a mouthful of blood spurted out at the same time.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan had already stepped forward, and the golden-armored God Xiangyuan punched him.

boom!

The two immortal disciples flew out at the same time, one hit a towering giant tree, and an unknown number of bones were broken. When it landed on the ground, it had exhausted a lot of air and received less air, while the other fell into the mud with minor injuries, but it was frightened, and it climbed up with difficulty, and wanted to escape. drowned.

There are two more...

Fang Yuan finally turned his head and looked west, his eyes were cold, and the demon seal on the sword was full of magic light.

At this time, the two black shadows fleeing westward had already broken out of the encirclement, and had already rushed several dozen feet away.

The two of them were already aware of the tragic situation behind them, but they were completely frightened. They seemed to have never expected that Fang Yuan would dare to kill so much. They didn't dare to stop at all. They just wanted to escape without looking back...

But Fang Yuan, who was looking at the two of them from behind, only had a slightly cold gaze at this moment.

Go!

Fang Yuan waved the sleeve of his robe, and the magic seal sword in his hand suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew out!

He doesn't have a flying sword, but at this moment, the magic seal sword is connected to his soul, and it is actually more flexible than the flying sword...

Whoosh!

The magic seal sword turned into a ray of snow light, and swept away dozens of feet away.

Brother Fang Yuan, are you really going to kill them all?

The black shadow on the left was aware of it, and his heart was full of grief. Knowing that he couldn't escape, he jumped up desperately, screaming in grief and indignation, and at the same time desperately used the Purple Air Flow Cloud Art.

He looked down at his chest.

There's a hole there!

That sword came too fast, before he could use his Purple Flow Cloud Art, it had pierced through his heart.

You wait for the black scarf to cover your face and your identity is unknown, and invade my Xiaozhufeng territory at night, am I wrong to kill you?

Fang Yuan's voice sounded coldly, as if he was responding to the black shadow's words before he died.

And his figure, at this time, had already been flying, and rushed straight forward, the magic seal sword circled in the air, and returned to his hand, while he swept with the sword, and the green robe was hunting, like a shooting star, rushing towards the last black shadow!

thump……

That last black shadow was so frightened that his heart was torn apart, but when he was desperately running for his life, he tripped and fell to the ground. The whole person was already terrified, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Fang Yuan's green robe skimmed in front of him, and the sword with a flash of strange light drew a perfect arc in the air, and cut down towards him...

He is also at the eighth level of Qi training, even one level higher than Fang Yuan.

But at this moment, his mind was captured by the sword light, and he couldn't even resist...

But maybe it was Fuzhi's heart, just when Fang Yuan's sword was about to fall, he suddenly thought of something, desperately tore off the black scarf on his face, raised his face and shouted: Brother Fang Yuan, please forgive me, I am student Cui Jianhong of Shenxiao Peak...

Shua...

The sword barely stopped in front of him.

The sharp sword light was less than a finger away from his face, and the sword energy even stabbed his face!

I...I am a disciple of Shenxiao Peak, Senior Brother Fang Yuan, please don't kill me...

The black figure was already scared out of his wits, kept kowtowing on the ground, screaming tremblingly.

Shua!

Fang Yuan's sword turned around and was put into the scabbard.

Then he also took a long breath, turned around and left, with a cold voice: Let's all bet!

I don’t know what to say, everyone’s performance is so good. At this time, I want to make a joke, but I can’t make it. Now I can only thank you, and all I can do is to update it first, so that everyone can read it satisfactorily. There will be another chapter, and today’s time is only half past, and there are still six hours, let’s wait and see!