Behind the tattooed man, the civilians cheered.

The tattooed man sneered and walked toward the trio: "You three are good materials."

But in the next moment, he suddenly stopped and looked behind the three men with a gaze. A teenager didn't know when it was here.

Fang Xingjian did not speak, just looked at the situation around him and slowly walked toward the tattooed man.

The handsome knight also heard the sound and turned to look at the Fang Xingjian step by step. He shouted: "Be careful, his thousand magical shadows can use the punching power to condense the phantom, and fight against it, don't let him pull away... ”

But his words have not been finished yet, and the tattooed man unexpectedly slammed and began to run away.

"Hey? Do you know me?" Fang Xingjian raised his palm faintly, and pointed it out under the air. Just like a fly in the spot, he pressed the tattooed man directly to the ground.

Immediately after the sword was swept away, all the populists had been stunned.

Looking at the understatement between the other side of the Fangxing sword, the handsome knight and the two men are stunned.

The tattooed man was staring at Fang Xingjian, and smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be you, have you already stared at us? It really is the same as that of Aoyama Shinjun..."

"What is Aoyama Zhenjun?" Fang Xingjian frowned, his eyes swept past the shadows of the south, and there was a sword light sweeping through the void, a scream, a partner of a tattooed man, that The dwarf man retired from the invisible state and fell to the ground with blood.

His stomach was pierced directly.

Tattoo Dahan looked at Fang Xingjian with a look of death: "Fang Xingjian, you are now arrogant, we already know your bottom, we are born to stop you, countless legends in history, strong, Heroes will come to stop you, even the eyes of Aoyama Shinjun have already looked at you, you are dead, I will wait for you below."

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Fang Xingjian’s face was slightly left, and then he found that the other party had already blew his own martial will and turned into a vegetative person.

The martial art will be used to attack others, and naturally it can also be used for self-attack. After self-attack, consciousness becomes countless broken pieces, unable to converge into the original appearance, and becomes a vegetative or madman.

Such suicide can be described as the speed of light, and Fang Xingjian did not stop.

But this means of controlling the will of the martial arts, at least should be the title knight to master, how can the other party?

Look at the other person, but also kill yourself at the same time.

Fang Xingjian's brow wrinkled: "Do you know my bottom?" His eyes were slightly lifted, his bottom is fine, one is the magic earth, and the other is the swordsmanship talent.

It doesn't matter if the magical earth is there. Even if you know it, it is not a big problem.

But the swordsmanship talent, purple fire, black man, this is what he has not figured out until now, intends to achieve the **** level, after the end of the empire, the matter of the North The Truth Holy See.

Some people now say that they have seen through his details.

"Does anyone know about the purple fire?" Fang Xingjian thought of this, the whole person has already skyrocketed, a slight turning, flying in the direction of the state college.

"The feelings of the whim are really correct. Does anyone still know this kind of thing?"

After Fang Xingjian returned to the State College, he ordered people to check things and fully encircle and arrest the evil and religious organizations.

The power of Fang Xingjian is now huge. It can be said that after the second emperor retreats, the entire second emperor’s current spokesperson, Daxizhou, regardless of the **** white road is unbeatable, the strongest one, a word goes down, countless knights The knights are all moving.

The state government sent people to investigate things, the lighting, the ice palace and other genres also sent personnel to help, in less than a week, they strangled many of the strongholds.

But the people in this organization are too loyal, and almost everyone will be self-destructive if they are caught, and the ordinary civilians know nothing about the upper layers of the organization.

And as several strongholds were annihilated, the whole cockroach slowly sank and seemed to completely abandon the Great Western State.

......

Great West City, among the hills of Hillbrand.

Several voices clashed in Hillbrad's brain.

"Awful, who did it on the ground? It killed more than half of our strongholds."

"This is tantamount to killing our recent achievements."

“The key is that several reincarnations are dead, but there is a past god-level powerhouse.”

"What to do? It’s so bad that it’s impossible to continue."

Just as everyone is more noisy, the Grand Duke of Alba, the 5,000-year-old god-level powerhouse in the world of the emerald dynasty, said faintly: "Okay, there is nothing to be noisy. With the current situation in Daxi, you can say a word." Under the two sides, black and white are all in harmony, and even the major schools have begun to besiege us. It is only possible that Fang Xingjian ordered it."

"Is he?"

"He started to notice us?"

"We have to fight against him in the end."

"Never give up."

Lolo's saint, the Holy See from the 3,000 years ago, said: "I don't know if Fang Xingjian made this thing inadvertently, or if he intended to target us, if it is intentional."

The king of the sea, the king of the sky, the king of the earth, Morodo said: "It is impossible to be intentional. Our people will not disclose the news, and if it is really aimed at us, Fang Xingjian should personally take it, maybe it has already been chased. Come here."

"The question now is what to do next." Grand Duke Alba said: "It is too dangerous to stay here. But if you leave Daxi, the power of Hillbrand is not enough to support our rapid development."

Speaking of this, everyone looked at it again and looked at the Qingshan Zhenjun who looked down and meditated in countless brilliance in his mind.

The latter raised his head and said: "Let's go, leave Daxi, go to the north. I feel that there is a flood of power to call me there."

......

In the Holy Land, four bone daggers floated in front of Fang Xingjian. These four short swords were made from his ribs. It looks like a white jade, emitting a mysterious shackle.

In the next moment, Fang Xingjian squeezed a sword in his hand, and the four short swords immediately gave out four eyes of black, red, yellow and green.

"Into the virtual!"

The black dagger travels through the void and enters the gap in the space.

"Follow the light!"

The red dagger disappeared instantly, leaving tens of thousands of sword marks on the ground.

"Nothing!"

The yellow dagger rose into the sky, tearing the atmosphere, bursting into a burst of air exploded.

"moment!"

Then the green long sword disappeared and was already 100 meters away.

Looking at the four short swords that flew back, Fang Xingjian nodded. After this period of time, he merged into the virtual, chasing, and unsuccessful three swords, trying to integrate these three swords into the sword, but he could not succeed.

After all, the sword is too esoteric and powerful, and it is not so easy to integrate other things into it.

So he simply let go of his heart and pondered the way of the squad, and wanted to turn the squad into his own sword.

The four short swords in front of him are the result of his pondering.

The Fantasy Array is a way of dispersing the ** and consciousness of multiple powerful people to form different formations, and then can manipulate the etheric fans in the space to enhance their power and launch various attacks.

Now the four short swords are infused with four different swords by Fang Xingjian, and they are arranged as a singularity. (To be continued.)