"What happened? The man seemed to want to kill Fa Kong, but it seemed that he was the one who got Fa Kong out of the ground? Did we let Fa Kong go because we thought he was not an opponent?"

A younger monk on the right, with lively eyes, expressed his conjecture, and, well, there was a sense of pride in his eyes.

Fa Shang raised his head and said: "If you don't resist and I catch you, what's the difference between telling me to leave and killing you and then leaving?"

"Um? Okay, it seems there is no difference. Okay, I was wrong, senior brother."

"Okay, come and carry Fakong on your back. There is the aura of the original beast here. It's not safe. Leave quickly!" The three golden lights did not stay long, and they roared away with Fakong on their backs.

Duan De was very memorized. He found that he couldn't go out. Oh, no, it would be no good whether he went out or not. Less than a hundred miles away, he was attacked again by someone else, a female cultivator who played the same profession as Gongsun Yu.

While flying, Duan De moderately absorbed the abundant energy around him to restore his body. He also took countless precious medicines to grow the right arm bone. Once again, it was cut in half and fell to the ground. In anger, he stabbed the girl directly with his right arm.

The left chest, including the softness and heart, was beaten into powder.

The flesh and blood essence of the girl's entire body can't repair the broken arm bone. This is just the beginning.

The moment he absorbed this crazy woman, a sword light covering the sky and the earth cut off a piece of flesh on his body again. Duan De, who went crazy, was unreasonable!

So what if the sword cultivator wears the clothes of Yaoshan Sect? If you dare to use your claws on me, you will be killed!

The green mountain wind blew by, and Duan De's pig-killing knife was blocked by the flying sword. In a ten thousandth of a second, Duan De exchanged a move with this person. There was no strong collision of powerful energy waves, only an uninterrupted sound, ups and downs.

There was a constant sound of metal clashing.

Master!

They are masters of swordsmanship, and they are also masters of close combat. The attacks of the two of them have exceeded the range of neurological reactions. Duan De has no sword aura, but his solid attack speed and courage to fight make him not at any disadvantage. He is a strong swordsman.

I have a deep understanding and vowed not to let the enemies of Yaoshan Sword Sect use their ultimate move, then I will never give them a chance.

The two people whose life and death can only swing in the blink of an eye can't even think about using their super moves or extra sword skills. Duan De's pig-killing knife is like his sword. They can fight by themselves in their hands or in the air. They can do whatever they want.

kind.

Duan De's face was stern and his eyes were sharp, and so was the other person's. The two looked at each other, neither of them dared to blink or move their eyes even half a moment. Only in the other's eyes could the trajectory of the other's moves be found.

What about turning over and leaping, haha, looking away, or dazzling in an instant, it is destruction. It is more affectionate than lovers looking at each other, but there is no afterimage of the exchange of hands and feet.

The two people were surrounded by fireworks as if they were continuously exploding. The sound brought beautiful sparks moving in the air, on the ground, in the mountains, and among the pumice stones. The trajectories could be followed. However, from a distance, it looked like two men without hands looking at each other affectionately. The fireworks were between them.

Continuously explode and bloom into beautiful fireworks.

They are the leaders of Duanxiu! They are the advocates of fireworks, and civilized fireworks start from them! It is environmentally friendly, saves money, but is a bit wasteful.

The two of them walked affectionately up and down for thousands of miles. The number of bystanders gradually began to increase, and the applause was endless, sighing at this courage that transcended human customs!

The bystanders who wished them well took out their favorite magic weapons, turned on the flash mode, and shook their heads to cheer them on! They couldn't help but swarmed up and countless colorful ribbons suddenly filled the sky.

The destructive energy storm involved more people. They had a heartless carnival. They tried their best to insert the light sticks in their hands into other people's bodies. They happily took off other people's wedding rings and gave them to another beauty who broke them.

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The rhythm of carnival sounded, as if a gathering march was played in this empty and fairy-like area, just like the cultivators rushing to work, with fanatical eyes, joining in from thousands of miles away.

The infection started from a small bacteria and spread because all the cultivators in this entire area were concentrated in this area with a radius of a hundred miles. They were no longer just small foundation-building cultivators. It was very difficult for one Taoist technique to cover half of the sky.

Normal things.

A flying sword traveled across thousands of miles, and the light of the sword flashed past like a giant, bringing up large pieces of broken leaves and flying flowers. Without the control of reason, the situation got out of control and no one with any reason left could exit.

The number of monks fighting in the melee soon grew to over a hundred, with some joining from time to time, and some falling from time to time. Some even came just to watch the excitement, but how could there be room for bystanders in such a scene?

Duan De paid the price of using his sword to kill this powerful enemy, but it was too late. There were more than one or two people around who shot at him. The persimmons were soft and easy to pinch, and they were delicious!

Even if he loses his mind, he will instinctively attack the weak and injured. Taoism is flying all over the sky, and the place has become a mess. Because he can only jump up briefly, most of the fighting takes place on the ground.

Naturally, this pitiful land has been plowed over and over again by various methods, and the dust raised up covers most of the sky, allowing people with poor vision to take action against anyone around them.

There are always a few lucky ones who gather together, and there are also a few Tiande Sect monks among these more than a hundred people, but who knows who at this time? They are all enemies except themselves!

Although Duan De has unparalleled skills, he has been fighting non-stop for more than two days without even a moment of rest. He really can't bear it mentally. His body is in tatters and he doesn't know how many times he has been damaged. His hands are broken.

One red and one black, he was the one who killed the most among the monks in this melee.

The dizzy mind is still holding on, and there are not so many people fighting in the melee. An inexplicable melee involving at least more than two hundred monks has probably collapsed an area of ​​a hundred miles that is no less than fifty feet deep, and there are still some left.

There will be no more than twenty monks.

Duan De was covered in tatters and his pupils had been dilated for a long time. He was not about to die, but his consciousness was consumed too much and he needed to sleep to recover. With one punch, he bombed the killer who had been lurking for a long time. The scene gradually became quiet, and a rain was about to come.

It was dark for a long time.

Now that the frantic airflow in the air has calmed down slightly, you can feel the rich moisture in the air. Holding the killer's body in his right hand, Duan De stands knee-deep in the floating soil. His hands are intact, but his arms are in tatters, the bones are clearly visible, and his hands are red.

The black vortex condenses into substance, with two spherical light groups the size of the face plate.

It is no longer a relatively flat one, but has become a round shape. The rain falls at any time, and the fish belly gradually turns white. The light begins to brighten. The rain is not very heavy, but it is more than enough to clear the dust in the air.

As the rain fell, Duan De felt refreshed and became more awake. He looked around at the large pit and saw that there were only nine people standing like him. However, all the corpses entered Duan De's body and turned into nutrients to repair the body.

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Duan De was in the middle. Seeing that there were nine more people, he secretly encouraged him to kill these few and find a place to sleep. He was so sleepy! One of the light groups in his hands began to become brighter, and the other began to become darker, and even the rainwater was sucked into one.

The vortex is clearly visible.

However, the nine people did not move again. Everyone had almost reached their limit and could not fight anymore, nor did they want to fight anymore. One of the sword cultivators said: "Do you have a name for your hands?"

Duan De was startled and slowly converged his hands until the shape of his hands was revealed, and said softly as if to himself: "The name on the left is 'God's Punishment', and the name on the right is 'Destruction'!"

The nine people unfolded their movements and moved away. Duan De also breathed a sigh of relief. He was not an immortal little strong man. He was just at the end of his crossbow. If he really wanted to kill him, he didn't have much confidence in relying on his cultivation to survive.

I haven't seen the big guy come out after fighting for so long. This should be the territory of the idiot who didn't see clearly what it was and received a punch from me with all my strength. He took out the tunnel boring machine, got in, and started to dive. After deviating slightly from the battlefield,

Dive a thousand feet and stop moving.

It's a pity that Duan De's method of hiding and healing after being injured really doesn't work here. On only the fifth day, Duan De's arm never recovered. The tunneling ship trembled for a while and then emitted a sharp alarm sound. This was Duan De himself.

If it is added during refining, it will automatically alarm if there is any external damage.

The awakened Duan De's consciousness was released but could not be penetrated. The consciousness that came out was wiped out, which directly caused Duan De to roll crazily on the floor. His consciousness was wiped out and his soul was damaged!

The physical injuries no longer allow this man with an iron will to react, but no one can ignore the damage to the soul. Spiritual detection is naturally mixed with consciousness, otherwise what can you 'see'?

This thing is intangible and is also a kind of ripple like 'radar'. It is generally not damaged. A huge sense of crisis came over. Duan De's face was twisted and he forced himself to hold back the injury. He had to figure out what happened.

thing!

He staggered up to the control ball and started the Tunnel. The moment the Tunnel started, the entire body was like a leaf in a storm, shaking desperately. Duan De turned into a ping pong ball in this confined space, constantly hitting the surrounding bulkheads.

The siren did not stop. Although the tunnel was moving, it could not maintain its direction. No one knew what was going on. Even his consciousness was instantly gone. Duan De did not dare to go out, and now he became a rat in a jar.

"Holy shit! Could it be that he was swallowed by something? Duan De, who was holding on to the bulkhead, was hit with a black nose and a swollen face. The Dig-in can only move when it encounters something that cannot be dug.

Here, slide away!

It can be judged from the trend that this space is not very big. It is almost impossible to dig around. It can only move a few times in one direction. It is obviously trapped in some kind of closed pipe!

And it’s so corrosive! Duan De, who was in front of the console of the difficult movement, could clearly feel that the entire Tunnel was melting from the outside to the inside by controlling the ball! Or should we say it was digesting?
Chapter completed!