Chapter 11 Fighting Ao Deng

Fang Ling immediately understood that this must be Tuji Khan's soul remnant.

Canzhi appeared majestic, glared at the shaman king with a round eyes and shouted angrily: "Who is a rat, who is evil and vicious, dares to touch the golden sword, and you won't let Ben Khan retreat!"

The Shaman King was stunned and suddenly realized, "It turned out to be Khan's remaining consciousness. Khan, the most capable person in the world holds it. If you have the help of the golden sword, with the strength of this king, you can create another prosperous grassland era. If the golden sword falls into my hand, you will be able to see you in the nine springs."

Can Zhi snorted coldly, "Why are those with evil hearts worthy of possessing the invincible golden sword? If you rule the grasslands, wouldn't it be a disaster for the people?"

The Shaman King's face darkened and he said with great displeasure: "A mere silence dares to resist me. I really give you shamelessness. Let me see how I conquer you!"

He roared to the sky, and his cultivation suddenly increased to the limit. Boiling energy ejaculated from him. Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, and they felt like they were unable to stand firm. Even the close-knit sculpture of the Golden Horse was shaking, and it sounded loudly.

Several patriarchs looked at each other, and their eyes were a little unbelievable. The radiance of energy alone could reach such a strength. If he took his move, wouldn’t it be a life-threatening person?

The aura of heaven and earth is invisible and colorless, it is the aura of wind. The breath of wind covers the shaman witch king’s land, as if gusts of wind are blowing. Tuji Khan’s remaining consciousness seems to sense the confrontation of the shaman witch king, and he said in a deep voice: “The ignorant rats dare to be enemies with Ben Khan, so let you see how powerful Ben Khan is!”

The golden light suddenly turned into great prosperity, colliding with the qi of the shaman witch king. A majestic and dull aura suddenly appeared in the underground palace, making people feel suffocating.

"The Khan appears, we are saved!" Chahan Here and others were all overjoyed.

The Shaman Red Witch Tu Rigen said coldly: "I think you should be blessed by yourself. Lord Witch King will definitely be able to subdue the Golden Sword and become the Lord of the Golden Sword. As for you, you are afraid you will die under the whip of this witch!"

Zabu shook his wrists, his fat face was full of murderous intent, and the two scimitars in his hand were stained with witch blood. Wurita, who had no witch corpse assistance, also looked cold and ready to take action at any time.

This made Chahan Here and others fall into the bottom of the valley again. In fact, although Tuji Khan's re-intention was very loud, he did not suppress the shaman witch king at once. The two of them were still at a similar level. Even if the re-intention really won in the end, then his side would probably die under the Red Witch's knife.

Fang Ling was also secretly surprised to see that the Canshik was able to speak not only but also identify the evil intentions of the Shaman King. The Canshik was worthy of being divided by the soul, and every move was like a real person.

However, he thought more profoundly than everyone else.

Huo Junyuan fought with the four-winged poisonous dragon back then, and his body was destroyed, leaving behind the injured soul. After three hundred years, his soul was like a candle in the wind. Although he retained his complete consciousness, the power contained was reduced by more than half.

Afterwards, Fang Ling learned something that the soul that is separated from the body is actually what people usually call ghosts. The underworld has the power to claim any ghost in the mortal world. The reason is very simple. Ghosts belong to Yin and can naturally absorb the yin energy of the earth to grow. After staying in the human world for a few days, they will become evil ghosts and harm the mortals.

However, for the souls parasitic on magical instruments or objects, the underworld loses the ability to collect, but at the same time, the parasitic souls also lose the opportunity to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and become increasingly weak.

Therefore, like Huo Junyuan, the Tuji Khan's remnant consciousness, who was parasitic on the Invincible Golden Sword, must have been very powerful a thousand years ago, and may even have the power of a blow from a master of Tianrong Realm. However, after a thousand years, as his power weakens, according to his current state, it is not difficult to judge which one he or the shaman king is stronger.

However, if we wait like this, things will become more dangerous. Fang Ling's eyes fell on the witch corpse of the Shaman Witch King, and immediately made up his mind that as long as the witch corpse was killed before the shaman Witch King conquered Tuji Khan's remnant consciousness, the shaman Witch King would be severely damaged. If the shaman Witch King was backfired by the remnant consciousness, it might have a miraculous effect.

At this time, in order to deal with the enemy's attack, Tulanmotuo's two troops had formed a formation, with two patriarchs and two heirs waiting for an opportunity to attack in the rear.

Tulanmoto even said loudly: "Your Highness, let us join forces to fight the enemy!"

Fang Ling made up his mind and had a solution. He smiled faintly and said, "Let us leave the witch corpse of the Witch King to solve it. Brother Mo Tuo, you can deal with Turigen and the others."

"What? Your Highness, this is absolutely not possible!" Turanmotuo was shocked. Chahan Here and others also changed their faces. Even Temuqi and Turansaihan did not expect that Fang Ling would take the initiative to pick the hardest thorn. They just felt that this guy was either crazy or had a disease in his head.

Even though there are three shaman red witches at the peak of the Qi Realm and two witch corpses, there is not one terrifying witch corpse in the Qi Realm. It is even said that there is a huge difference between the two, which is a gap in strength.

However, Fang Ling actually wanted to use the power of three people to deal with the Witch King's witch corpse, which was simply running to die!

Temuqi gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, please be more aware. If you don't fight with us, you will only be unable to escape death!"

Of course, Temuqi was not worried about Fang Ling's safety. In fact, whether Fang Ling died or not had anything to do with him. However, under the current situation, if you want to leave alive, you must have the assistance of Fang Ling and the other two.

Tulanmoto also shouted: "Yes, Your Highness, you must not act recklessly!"

Fang Ling looked at the few people calmly and said to Tulan Motuo: "Brother Motuo, is this king a reckless person in your eyes?"

"This... isn't it." Tulan Motuo blurted out in a hurry just now. When he was asked this question, he felt a little embarrassed. If it weren't for Fang Ling's help, he wouldn't have been here so smoothly. What's more, he used even more tricks to make the shaman king admit to poisoning his father. How could such a person be reckless?

Fang Ling said in a deep voice: "If we fight together, they will defeat them one by one and will eventually be unable to leave alive. However, I am sure to win against this witch corpse. All you have to do is to save your life before I kill him!"

Tulan Motuo and others couldn't help but look at each other, unable to believe what they heard in their ears. They didn't know what Fang Ling had with such strong confidence. They just thought that this person was really crazy and was joking with his life.

The three shamans and red witches laughed in unison like a big joke. Turigen let out a low laugh like a crow and said: "It is said that the people of the South are smart, but your highness, you are really stupid enough. The witch corpse of the Witch King was the number one master of the Tulan tribe ten years ago - Ao Deng. If you are not afraid of death, just try it!"

Fang Ling smiled slightly, nodded to Song Yinger and Lu Bei, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Lu and I are in front, Yinger, you are in the back."

Song Ying'er nodded heavily and sighed secretly. She and Lu Bei had seen Fang Ling kill the witch corpse with one palm, and knew what he needed. However, a witch corpse in the qi realm is more powerful than an ordinary qi realm master. It is not easy to create a suitable opportunity. In this battle, it is impossible not to sacrifice his life.

"Cut's mouth kill!"

Lu Bei roared, his momentum was like a tiger breaking off the gate and leaping towards Ao Deng. The person was in the air, and the power carried by the sword suddenly increased greatly, like a tiger opening its mouth to swallow the enemy into its stomach.

Although he had experienced many wars throughout the journey, because the patriarchs were busy dealing with the mechanisms and witch corpses, few people noticed the battle between Fang Ling and the other two. Now, when he saw that the guards around Fang Ling had such strength, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Just when the tribe leader was surprised, Ao Deng also moved. He waved it casually, and the sword seemed to hit the attacking knife without any force. Lu Bei immediately felt an extremely powerful force, which shocked the whole person involuntarily flew backwards. When he landed, it was already three meters away.

The tribe leader suddenly glared at his eyes, feeling his mouth dry and could not speak a word. Even if he faced this move, he had to use 60% or 70% of the force to completely resist it. However, Ao Deng just waved it and resolved it. Although everyone had speculated about the strength of this guy, he saw it with his own eyes and felt a little cold.

Everyone was shocked, but Fang Ling had already pushed over like a ghost. The iron sword turned into many phantoms, the real and real were uncertain, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity. The time had already reached the point before Ao Deng.

Although Ao Deng's face was like a zombie and only had a layer of skin wrapped around his face, he still had the demeanor of being a top master. With a wave of his hand, the sword seemed to have eyes, and it was accurately blocked towards the Jing Iron Knife.

However, Fang Ling's move was a false move. He suddenly pulled his sword and slapped Ao Deng's abdomen with a palm.

At the same time, Lu Bei went up from the side and sneaked into his back. Song Ying'er shot silver needles and attacked Ao Deng's face.

The three sides attacked each other perfectly, and a happier expression appeared on Tulan Motuo and others' faces. However, as soon as the happier expression was revealed, it immediately became rigid.

Ao Deng's wrist shook, and the bright sword turned into many lights and shadows all around him. Instantly, there was no human form, only thousands of sharp blades rotated, and the light of jewelry was reflected on the blade, which made the human eye confused.

"What a fast knife speed!"

Fang Ling was secretly surprised and quickly put his hand back. If he had hesitation at all, the palm would no longer be his. Almost at the same time, a strange sound came from his ear, and Fang Ling shouted: "Get back!"

Lu Bei quickly stopped the sword and quickly retreated.
Chapter completed!