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Fang Xian raised his lips and said that the people of the Demon Sect were indeed furious. In this way, the plan was accomplished.

He just wants to force more people to go to the stage, the more the better, otherwise his killer moves would be wasted, which would be a mystery to squander the huge amount of internal strength. If Xiang Wentian did not call him a helper, but fought with him, he would lose his strength and had to waste his killer moves. This would be just convenient.

Therefore, it is most effective for the old man. For details, please refer to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Zhuge Liang and Seven Ji Huang Zhong".

"Let you see, the mystery of the Qianfeng Sword Technique!" Fang Xian closed his eyes, wielded the big sword, and silently recalled every knife he had cut in his heart, without moving.

On the Fengshan Platform, Fang Xian's figure was gathered by the ten elders of the Demon Cult. The people outside were completely unaware of the situation inside. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at him with his beard and was the only master present who could feel the essence through the phenomenon.

In the Ten Elders' weapons, Tian Boguang's aura was not at all chaotic. Rather than being unchaotic, it seemed to have disappeared and was surprisingly quiet. Zhenren Zhang was arrogant if he was in the middle, he could block it, but it relied on internal strength and the powerful power of a century-old pure yang. Even if he blocked it, he would be injured.

He should have taken action to rescue him at this time, but he felt that Tian Boguang was extremely calm. It was a bad thing for him to take action. He frowned for a moment.

Wang Yuyan, Zhang Wuji, Murong Fu and others all clenched their fists. They could not interfere in the battle at this time, and they could only let the will of the will.

As for Lin Pingzhi, he was already trying to use the corpse lying sword technique to draw his sword. But his speed...

Seeing that the encirclement of the Ten Elders was getting smaller and smaller, the Demon Cult had already started to shout, and when the Five Mountains had already started to cover their noses, a roar of a middle-aged man penetrated the battle group and swept through the audience like a strong wind.

There was a loud shout.

"Yi—Silent—Thousand—Swords—"

The subsequent scene seemed to be still, with only a few flashes of sword lights in a moment. If the tenth elders surrounded him like black fog covering the earth, then the thousand swords were like golden light falling from the sky, causing all the black fog to disappear.

I'm afraid even Fang Xian himself doesn't know how many swords he has in a flash.

The quick knife cuts the mess, and ten elders escaped.

Two swords swept across the board, and they died immediately after one or two cuts. The sword light and blood shadows rushing wildly, and they use the sword to kill people and chat and laugh. The sword light flashed and the whereabouts were hard to find. The sword mountain and fire sea of ​​trapped beasts. The sword forest was terrible.

Finally, he drew a knife to cut off the water, and easily lifted up these broken or breathing bodies, and smashed them down!

The ten-level mystery of the Qianfeng Sword Technique in an instant, thousands of swords merged with each of the first nine levels. The difference is that this "Thousand Swords" is cut out. It only takes a moment!

There was no wailing or exclamation, and the bloody storm had quietly fallen.

In a moment, there were no more ten elders in the Demon Cult!

What's amazing is that Fang Xian from the Central Committee of the Battle League did not get any blood. The knife in his hand was also red and he was covered in white robe. Susu and Qingqing were all clear.

Xiang Wentianyi's left arm was still in the air, as if his fist was still alive. However, his man had collapsed on the ground.

At this time, I can't feel pain or shame, but I just can't understand it.

Deeply puzzled.

The kung fu that has been through life and death for decades, and has been crafted through mobs and rolls; the formation that can kill immortals and kill demons has been broken in the past century?

Just got broken by this move?

The facts are in front of you, and they are broken by this move, or in other words, by this thousand moves.

The martial arts of the world are only fast and not broken. This is indeed the case in this level of battle.

Fang Xian gently stroked the sharpness of the big sword, and the same sentence.

"Not enough, come again."

"Master, what's wrong?" Zhang Wuji obviously couldn't understand the power-type monster.

Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed: "I can't see clearly, but I can feel... the internal force, the noisy and chaotic internal force, the internal force that I can do for the rest of my life, has been squandered at this moment."

Ren Woxing looked at the scene on the field, his eyes became darker and colder. His ambitions for many years were mercilessly cut off and crushed. In an instant, the scene reversed. Dongfang Bubai, the top master of the Demon Cult, died. Ren Woxing Xiang Wentian lost his combat power, and the tenth elders were in different places.

Among the rest, the strongest ones are the Six Immortals of Taogu and the Old Ancestor of the Yellow River. How can you fight with such a Tian Boguang?

"Oh? Not coming?" Fang Xian slowly scanned the members of the Demon Cult.

Everyone in the Demon Cult only felt that Tian Boguang was the Demon Cult and the Demon King, so how could he dare to breathe a little?

Xiang Wentian held the wound and twisted his face to get up.

"Tian Boguang...how do you... want to kill us all?"

This is not just a question, it is just a plea.

"Mr. Xiang, you're wrong. It's obviously you who want to kill us." Fang Xian stepped forward calmly and slowly put his finger on Xiang Wentian's shoulder.

Xiang Wentian Shen tightened his strength and felt the remaining internal force flowing along his arms. This feeling was somewhat similar to the star-sucking star that was hit by Ren Woxing, but it was not the feeling of being pulled away, as if it was being pulled and the rivers entered the sea.

"You'd better kill me." Xiang Wentian couldn't move, and only sighed in despair, "If you do this, I feel even more uncomfortable than death."

Fang Xian just smiled and said, "He helped you kill Dongfang Bubai. This is reward. I haven't remembered the interest for your kindness and revenge."

Xiang Wentian closed his eyes and stopped talking. Now he was completely defeated and he no longer had the right to speak.

After such a long time, no matter how tragic people on the field could see the situation clearly.

The Demon Cult all had a decadent face and was speechless.

And the Five Mountains' emotions were already full of blood.

"Zheng Tian has great martial arts skills!"

"Only one move, kill the ten demon elders!!"

"Kill the Demon Sect!"

"Blood washed away the black wooden cliff!!"

Various voices came one after another. For ten years, Wuyue has never been so proud.

The Demon Cults trespassed into Songshan. It was supposed to be a bloody battle, but the Five Mountains kept holding their breath and enduring due to their damage to their combat power. Now, the Demon Cults are like fat meat delivered to their doors. Even the Black Wood Cliff is just a lamb to be slaughtered.

Fang Xian had absorbed all his internal strength and shook his head and rushed towards Wentian and smiled: "Forget it, my people are the same, half a pound."

Xiang Wentian naturally understood what this said. The people below only matched the situation. If they were in power, they would not forgive others. If they lost power, they would only know that they would shrink and let the people above resist.

At this time, Xiang Wentian should have committed suicide, but considering the current situation, he still has to resist many things... The humiliation of this battle has been enough for him to commit suicide thousands of times, and it doesn't matter how much humiliation he suffered.

Xiang Wentian supported his body with one arm, and knelt on the ground in the middle of Fengshantai with both good and evil.

"President Tian..." Xiang Wentian had red eyes and his voice hoarse, "My Sun and Moon God Sect... I wish to submit to the Five Mountains."

Boom, the field was restless again.

The two evil forces have been fighting each other for so many years, and have never reached this point.

Even in the battle of Huashan ten years ago, the ten elders of the Original Demon Sect all died in the Huangquan, but after all, the Five Mountains caused a destructive blow, and the Demon Sect's combat power still existed, and it was not at the end of its reach.

Some of the strong men in the Demon Sect had already cursed them. They wanted to fight to the death, while most of them were just depressed.

The calls of the people of the Five Mountains are also divided into two factions.

Fang Xian didn't expect Xiang Wentian to do this. If this old friend knew that he was fighting just to escalate, he might have vomited blood and died...

Obviously, the old gay friend thought too much, and he thought Fang Xian was the real boss. He killed the demon sect and unified the martial arts world. He didn't know that this was the peak of Tian Boguang's "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" and the ending.

Even if Fang Xian doesn’t eat the meat he delivers to his mouth, he still needs to take a bite.

"I, Mr. Tian, ​​is just a thug. Your life and death are decided by my leader Linghu Chong." Fang Xian raised his eyebrows and changed the subject sharply, "I only want the "Sunflower Book"."

The most touching thing when he heard this was Murong Fu. In a moment, he had already called Tian Boguang hundreds of good brothers in his heart, because he knew that Tian Boguang himself would never practice this kind of martial arts.

Xiang Wentian smiled miserably: "So that's it... Sure enough, this thing is a scourge."

He stood up hard and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Can the treasure book be on the Black Wood Cliff?"

The servant who had served Dongfang Bubai before came tremblingly and replied: "The Sunflower Book... has always been the leader of Dongfang Cult... Oh no, he has always been carried by the traitor Dongfang Bubai, and never leaves him."

He waved to Wentian and shouted, "Where is the corpse, come out and presented it to Sect Tian!"

The servant quickly ran aside and turned the bodies of Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting out, and the more they turned, the more sweat they felt on their heads.

"It's weird...it's impossible..."

Xiang Wentian said angrily: "But you hide it?!!"

"The villain dares...the villain dares..." The servant knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "I could see clearly before going out this morning that Dongfang Bubai put the treasure book in his inner bag of clothes."

"Who else knows except you?"

"Yang Lianting..."

"Did you say dead people steal things?" Xiang Wentian Ben waving his right arm to strike the pillar to vent his anger, but after waving it, he realized that his right arm was gone, and at the same time, he also found that his internal strength was gone.

"Don't dare, don't dare..." The servant kowtowed, suddenly his head lit up and he shouted, "By the way! When he went out, Yue Buqun happened to come to pay homage to Dongfang Bubai, and he also saw the "Sunflower Book"!"

After hearing this, Fang Xian had already understood completely.

"Yinhun is not dispersed... so tenacious." Fang Xian vaguely felt that this thing would be even more terrifying... or even the most terrifying.

"President Tian..." Xiang Wentian no longer had any airs for the survival of the Demon Sect. "My Divine Sect will use all the power of the Sect to search for Yue Buqun... After finding the treasure book, he will serve it intact!"

"Isn't this nonsense? It sounds nice now. Are you willing to hand over it then?" Fang Xian just smiled sadly, "Besides, if you meet Yue Buqun, whoever lives or dies."

Xiang Wentian immediately panicked and knelt on the ground again: "I have been in the world for decades and have never said anything false. My God Sect never loses itself. Wangtian's leader..."

"Okay, okay, ask Linghu Chong." Fang Xian waved his hand, too lazy to talk to him anymore, so he jumped off the stage and went to find the girl.

Wang Yuyan quickly took out a flower handkerchief to help Uncle Tian wipe his sweat: "Uncle Tian, ​​you are so awesome! You scared me to death!"

"Shh... don't tell others, thanks to Ren Woxing's internal strength, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this." Fang Xian smiled. If the Demon Cult rushes forward at this time, he may not have been able to beat him. The main reason is that the morale of the Demon Cult has collapsed and he has lost the courage to fight again.

"But then again, my Beiming Divine Art has begun to enter the Tao." Fang Xian clenched his fists, "The internal strength towards the old man is enough for me to eat for a while!"

"In this way, as long as Uncle Tian manages with all his heart and is cruel enough, he will not be weaker than Zhang Wuji and Zhenren in time." Wang Yuyan held Uncle Tian's arm, and she was happy with her master's strength.

Fang Xian was very simple. After the fight, a girl rubbed her shoulders and beat her back and handed her water to drink, but she was as comfortable as a cigarette after the fight!!!
Chapter completed!