"Fang Xingjian." Looking at the figure appearing in front of him, Goshawk Zuo Xianwang showed a sneer.

I saw the blue-grey martial arts will bloom from his body, turning into an invisible ripple across the entire emperor.

"Fang Xingjian, you have lost to us in the city. You can't play half of the power in the body, and you can't resist it."

At the same time, the martial arts that the fourteen god-level powerhouses gathered together will hover in the air. The majestic power has stopped, but it is constantly strengthening, rotating, gathering, like a huge storm, whirlpool. The same, brewing the power of terror.

With the words of Goshawk Zuo Xianwang, the vortex of the martial arts will swell slightly, and it seems that it will fall down whenever and wherever, scaring the emperor's face pale.

The poisonous sanctuary looked cold and cold: "What do you do with him nonsense? He killed the fierce yang, I will avenge him."

Lieyang was one of the saints who besieged the Black Witch King on that day, and was killed by the Black Witch King and his avatars in that battle.

However, the Goshawk Zuo Xianwang secretly said with the flow of information: "Slightly, don't worry, Fang Xingjian dares to appear now, and there must be some reliance. We are now strong and strong, and we have the absolute upper hand. There is no need to fight with him, or listen to him first. What to say.

With this time, you can brew the offensive and use the next shot to maximize your power. ”

Obviously, even if they have defeated and reinvented Fang Xingjian once, the Goshawk Zuo Xianwang is still very careful, expecting the enemy to be wide and unwilling to take any risks.

Sirius Zhixian Wang is somewhat impatient: "What else can Fang Xingjian still have? We are fourteen people, and it is not good to kill him directly."

Or I can do it alone. He has a million poisons and a star sword. I can shoot him with one hand. ”

"You must not be anxious to the right king." The bitter sea sanctuary persuaded: "Fang Xingjian is a man of swordsmanship, and he can achieve God's level in just three years and lead the empire. It is definitely not that simple.

He dares to appear now, naturally for a reason. We don't know the reason, even if it is easy to kill him, it may cost a few peers to fall, it is not worthwhile.

Now that we have fourteen people working together, the martial arts will be lumped together. The more time is delayed, the greater the strength exerted, and the advantage is on our side. ”

Goshawk Zuo Xianwang nodded secretly: "The bitter sea sacred is well said, and there is a sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred priest .

Once you start the battle, you must kill the thief in the first place. ”

During the speech, several saints have been secretly prepared, and the vortex of the will in the sky has been spreading and expanding. Obviously, once launched, the Fangxing sword will be beaten into powder and will not give the other party any chance.

The sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred singer

Among the emperors, everyone also found the appearance of Fang Xingjian, but the situation in the field did not become easier because of the appearance of Fang Xingjian.

Some people sneer, some people disdain, and some people hate Fang Xingjian for offending the grasslands.

"The national teacher is back!"

"What's the use of coming back."

"Yeah, Fang Xingjian has been defeated in the city, and now he is not only seriously injured, but this time the god-level powerhouse is more than the last time."

"When it's over, the empire's two hundred years of foundation will be destroyed today."

"If Fang Xingjian provokes a domestic chaos, how can it lead these grassland wolves to the south?"

The big prince sneered at the square star sword in the sky, not absolutely the other party can still turn over at this time.

‘Fang Xingjian, even if you are unparalleled in swordsmanship, you will be stunning, but you will still be unable to be enemies with the world. ’

The four emperors and Prince Philip and others are sorrowful. They don’t know whether Fang Xing’s sword in front is true or the black witch’s pretending, but the lineup of fourteen god-level powerhouses is too large, and even deep. The unpredictable Tiens King hides behind his back, no one knows which step the strength of the Lord of the Prairie has gone.

Sally, the granddaughter of Prince Philip, looked at the sky and was very worried: "Is Fang Xingjian not seriously injured? Can he withstand so many god-level powerhouses?"

"How could it stand?" Richard said coldly. "If you can't stand it, you won't lose if you don't fall into the city." He said, his eyes flashed a little: "Now the only one." The choice is only to surrender one way, to fight in front, and to face the fourteen god-level powerhouses, but to attack the stone."

On the other side of the sky, a girl wearing a white gauze, wearing white gauze and covering her cheeks stood in the void. It is the holy woman who teaches the Holy Fire.

I saw that this holy fire teaches the saints, but blindfolded, but a pair of eyes is fascinating and expressive. It seems that all smiles can be poured into the country, and the eyes seem to contain infinite style.

She looked at Fang Xingjian's eyes full of a pity, and communicated with the Holy Spirit to teach the Pope: "Is this person Fang Xingjian?"

The Holy Fire teaches the Pope to look at Fang Xingjian in front of his eyes. The millions of people in the sand country have been cut off by the other side to cultivate the foundation. The hatred of him and the other party is simply not in the sky.

"It is him, Fang Xingjian... He is indeed a generation of people." Even if the Holy Fire teaches the Pope how to hate Fang Xingjian, he has to admire the other's swordsmanship: "But even if he is strong, he will lose it today."

"Unfortunately, it is a pity." The Holy Fire teaches the Virgin to sigh: "Why should a generation be a master of my teachings?"

Goshawk Zuo Xianwang has once again released the martial arts will, and screamed toward Fang Xingjian: "Fang Xingjian, you are now surrendering and bowing to the iron lion Wang Ting, we can consider giving you a life.

Otherwise, when I drop the wrath of the Thunder, I will make you fly with the empire behind you. ”

Fang Xingjian sneered with a sneak peek, but he did not say a word. He just looked at the vortex that the martial arts in the sky would condense into. He did not seem to hear the words of Goshawk Zuo Xianwang.

Just a moment after his appearance, he has launched four swords to form a sacred sword array, covering a radius of 100,000 meters, only to wait for a large array to complete, can guarantee that the other party can not escape.

Goshawk Zuo Xianwang thinks that the other party is still hesitating, of course they will not let Fang Xingjian, but if the other party can lie to resist and then kill, it is better.

"Fang Xingjian, now I am in the grassland and the sand country, the dozens of god-level powers join hands, the blocker is invincible, you are not falling now, is it to be the fighting of the beast?"