When Fang Jincheng felt that the pressure was increasing, he actually pushed his cultivation to the extreme in an instant. Suddenly, he attacked violently and his figure disappeared strangely.

Sixteen Fang Jinchengs appeared around the holy pit at the same time. Many people saw a flash of dark green light, and seven pseudo-half-saints were tortured by Fang Jincheng.

The pressure was instantly reduced, but the sixteen Fang Jincheng roared arrogantly at this time: "Do you wastes think you can be besieged me if you have too many people? To be your dream of spring and autumn, open your dog's eyes to see clearly. Our Fang Jincheng's cultivation has already reached 165, and even the first half of the saint of the Wu Sect that year was alive, what can I do to me?"

"Damn it."

"Fang Jincheng, are you worthy of comparing with my Wumen Lord?"

Emperor Gu Tianba was immediately offended and took action angrily, and even forgot to tell Li Shaoyang about it.

Li Shaoyang was not aware of it for a moment. The Emperor Gu Tianba had already rushed to the bottom of the holy pit and joined the melee. Another real half-saint put pressure on Fang Jincheng.

"Lang." Nalandan'er couldn't help but look at Li Shaoyang. She was obviously a little worried about the Gu Tianba Emperor.

Li Shaoyang made a quick decision, regardless of the large number of semi-saints were shocked by Fang Jincheng's abnormal cultivation at this time. With a wave of his hand, he let the other three semi-saints of the Wu Sect pounce.

Fortunately, this is a blessing for Li Shaoyang. Now, there are four true and half-saints, including the Wu Sect and the Emperor Gu Tianba.

In this way, the bottom of the holy pit completely became eight real half-saints, plus ten fake half-saints, and they joined the Jincheng of the Fighting Fang.

No one can imagine how stress this is.

You know, the number one true half-saint of the Wu Sect back then was almost the ability of one person to fight the ten true half-saints alone.

Even if Fang Jincheng is slightly inferior now, it is not far behind.

Many people have changed their color.

"How did the pervert Fang Jincheng cultivate such shocking cultivation? It's really abominable. If we don't kill him, what way we have to live."

In an era where strength is paramount and killing is ruthless, everything can only rely on one's own. Only strong strength can make people feel fear.

In front of him, Fang Jincheng was beyond the expectations of the semi-saints. With his powerful cultivation, he fought against eight real semi-saints alone, plus ten fake semi-saints.

Moreover, seven pseudo-half-saints have been killed under the small saint Dharma in Fangjin City, which is frightening.

This kind of fear is enough to turn into a mental plague, infecting one person after another.

As the spreader of this mental plague, Fang Jincheng obviously felt the fear of others, so he was proud.

"If you are waste, then you are waste. No matter how many people stand in front of me, they are all native chickens and tiles."

Fang Jincheng took action violently, but he was still arrogant and wild.

He has unprecedented confidence in his strength.

He even pointed the finger at Li Shaoyang directly.

He said loudly: "Li Shaoyang, you, a bastard from the ancient clan, where is the pride in front of you? Get out of here and die. Don't think that you can escape the disaster without taking action now. I tell you that I want to take your head, just like taking something out of your pocket. As long as you are still in the fairy clouds, you don't want to truly escape my killing."

Wow!

At this moment, pairs of eyes, regardless of the enemy, fell on Li Shaoyang in unison.

If it weren't for Fang Jincheng's roar, almost many people would have forgotten Li Shaoyang's existence.

This roar immediately reminded people of the fact that Li Shaoyang was the first to arrive at the Holy Pit.

Among the crowd, Zhuge Liuyun, Gu Yunqing Half Saint, Xingqiong Half Saint, Youzhou Half Saint, etc., the people who listed Li Shaoyang as the number one enemy earlier had extremely complicated emotions.

From the bottom of their hearts, they were unwilling to admit it, nor did they want Li Shaoyang to be able to defeat Fang Jincheng.

Because the stronger Li Shaoyang is, the less beneficial it will be to them.

However, when looking at the people from Li Shaoyang's forces at this moment, I noticed that many of them seemed to have never been panic or uneasy on their faces.

Some are just angry.

Nalandaner, Feng Mother, Leng Shuangyue, and Yun Luoluo all snorted angrily, not caring about the eyes of others at all, and the eyes of cold as swordsman shot directly at Fang Jincheng at the bottom of the holy pit.

"Fang Jincheng, you are looking for death."

The four women winked at each other and were about to pounce on the holy pit.

With the strength of the four of them, if they go on at this time, there is no need to summon the Chaos Heavenly Gate to unite. To cooperate with the eight true and semi-saints that are now there, they will definitely be able to repel Fang Jincheng.

Even, he can get rid of him and run away with his head in his arms.

"Don't move."

However, Li Shaoyang called the four girls and gently gave the four girls a look of peace.

In front of everyone, Li Shaoyang gently flicked his sleeve, as if he was driving away the dust on his body, and held one hand behind him, stomping in the air, hanging on the ladder, step by step like the bottom of the holy pit.

A kind of calm and composed spirit arises naturally, immediately bringing a gentle spring breeze to this chaotic and killing time and space.

It seems that the world covered by dark clouds and darkness suddenly bloomed, the flowers were blooming, the mist was scattered, and the sun and the moon shook light.

It was like light dispelling the darkness and attracted the scorching eyes forever.

The holy pit was filled with sharp fairy lights sprayed out from Fang Jincheng and the semi-saints, like countless sharp blades squirting wildly, and the ground, water, wind and fire were swept wildly.

Li Shaoyang hung step by step, and the various immortal light shock waves that destroyed the world came crashing into him. Before he could get close to Li Shaoyang's body, he was bounced away by the flickering fairy light on his body.

Those scenes were like tearing apart the roaming scroll.

"Li Shaoyang is really brave enough to go on?"

"No, Li Shaoyang's cultivation seems to be extremely strong."

The secret shouts caused an uproar on the edge of the holy pit.

Amazing, doubtful, unbelievable.

Jealous, angry, worshipful, facials, and all kinds of sentient beings.

No matter how expression or how low a cry is, you can't escape the same emotion, that is shock.

"Hahaha, Li Shaoyang, you bastard, you finally got your courage. Don't worry, I won't let you die so happily."

With the mysterious little holy method and powerful cultivation, Fang Jincheng was able to advance and retreat freely in a fierce confrontation, and even observed the changes around him at a glance.

Seeing Li Shaoyang descending to the holy pit, his eyes immediately shone with a sharp light and he shouted loudly.

It seems that only in this way can he show his majesty and attack Li Shaoyang's spirit.

call out!

In that violent shock wave, a Fang Jincheng strangely penetrated everything and appeared in front of Li Shaoyang without warning.

This is not a clone, an ordinary clone, to put it bluntly, it is just a condensation of immortal power and immortal arts with the will of the body.

This is a person with flesh and blood and cultivation is the same as Fang Jincheng.

His ingenuity is better than all means in the world like clones, external incarnations, etc.

"Battleman Li Shaoyang, fall down for me."

The flashing "Fang Jincheng" had a ferocious face, and his hands were sprayed with dark green light. In an instant, thousands of palm shadows appeared, covering Li Shaoyang with his head.

In that moment, the dark green color seemed to be dyeing green a bunch of time and space, and even the passage of time was stained with its smell.

This is the most supreme skill and the small holy method that is almost seamless.

Li Shaoyang's eyes were slightly brighter. He had long noticed the bizarreness of Fang Jincheng's small holy law, and now he has witnessed its mysterious nature with his own eyes.

In an instant, it seemed as if there were millions of invisible sharp edges, which wanted to cut him, chop him up, and kill his life between this mysterious holy pit.

At the same time, it was also Fang Jincheng's temptation.

The holy pit was filled with silence almost at this moment.

No matter who it is, he can't help but put himself in Li Shaoyang's situation at this time. Just imagine whether he can resist intact after meeting Fang Jincheng's unique skills.

The answer is, no.

Because I can't, my heart beats.

Too many people are unwilling to believe that Li Shaoyang has the ability to fight "Fang Jincheng" alone.

However, at this moment, Li Shaoyang moved.

Li Shaoyang quickly squirted out a white light with his hands, his hands were extremely dazzling, just like holding two balls of bright moon in the sky.

Grab the right with one hand and reach the left with the other.

His ten fingers flew, and wisps of immortal light popped up, as if two extremes were easily cut by Li Shaoyang, hitting the softest part of this dark green space.

hiss!

Only one percent of the moment, the dark green was torn into the left and right sides, and the white light turned into two divine dragons, swallowing the dark green palm shadows with domineering aura.

"Fang Jincheng" therefore appeared directly in front of Li Shaoyang.

At that moment, Li Shaoyang smiled slightly, and there was a hint of contempt on the corner of his mouth: "Fang Jincheng, just use this skill, just think of destroying me, who would like to borrow the courage?"

"Fang Jincheng"'s face suddenly became even more distorted.

Li Shaoyang suddenly merged his hands, and a crystal white fist seal condensed in the sky.

When you enter time, there is a force that blocks the universe, sealing a small group of time and space, space no longer shakes, time no longer passes, no brilliance, no direction.

"Fang Jincheng" is locked by the white fist in this small group of time and space.
To be continued...