Chapter 251 Oops, there’s something good [Added update 19 for Silver Alliance Old Bookworm No. 6 (Completed)]

Fang Che let out a long roar, and suddenly launched the first sword of Hentian Sword Technique!

Hate the sky without eyes!

There was a roar, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

The sword flew out like a sword, flying across the sky like a white dragon swimming.

Puff puff puff...

Suddenly, more than twenty heads left their necks and jumped into the air at the same time. Their bodies remained standing, blood spurted out from their necks, and their heads flew up several feet.

They were the closest, frightened by the evil spirit, their bodies were stiff, and their reactions were extremely slow. They were decapitated with a knife and had no chance to fight back.

One of the heads belonged to Qiao Yishu.

The face of his flying head even showed pride and cruelty, and he opened his mouth and said: "Looking for..."

I can't tell what I'm looking for.

On the roof, the eyes of Zuo Guanglie and others almost bulged out.

My day!

More than twenty heads were flying in the air with a knife. This was the first time I had seen such a spectacular scene.

Deacon Fang must have been too brave to take action.

This is a demon from the Demon Cult, chopping it up like a carrot?

Fang Che held the knife, whirling with white light and blood, puff puff...

Ning Chengwei and others were killed by him in three or four strokes, and he showed no mercy to several women. Shocked by the evil aura, he swung his sword horizontally, and several flower-like heads flew up.

In an instant, blood flew everywhere.

Several people on the periphery were so frightened that their legs became weak, but they turned around and ran away.

"Don't let one go!"

Fang Che shouted loudly: "Let's do it together!"

Zuo Guanglie and others recovered from their shock.

Suddenly he flew down, and the hidden weapon had already taken the first step to stop him.

Fang Che, who was in the middle circle, had already killed more than seventy people with five consecutive blows.

The body floated around like a ghost, and blood spurted out everywhere it went.

The living lives are like withered grass under his hands.

With a pop, Zuo Guanglie exchanged palms with a young man outside. He immediately took seven steps back and said in surprise: "Handsome..."

The young man was about to pull away and run away, but with a hiss, Fang Che's knife flew into the air and severed his head with one blow!

The ones who had run the farthest were already flying up the wall. In mid-air, a bright silver light swept across them like a bolt, and they were suddenly cut in half from the waist and abdomen, and they fell down screaming.

With a bang, the window was broken. The guy who was recovering from his injuries in the room became the last survivor. He broke the window and was about to escape.

"Run?! If you run away, then who are the innocent dead in the whole pit asking for their lives?!"

Fang Che flew over with a knife, and with a pop, the back of the knife hit him hard on the lower back. His lumbar spine was shattered immediately, and he screamed and fell to the wall.

Fang Che flew up, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him back like a dead pig.

He was dragged along, screaming loudly all the way.

With a bang, Fang Che pulled him in front of the corpse pit, and slapped his head to pieces with a clean stroke.

Not even a question was asked.

Fang Che faced the big pit, sighed softly, and bowed slightly.

"You can rest in peace!"

In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.

The ten deacons killed two low-level demon sect members, and the remaining eighty-five were all killed by Fang Che! No one was left alive.

The entire backyard turned into a river of blood.

The blood was flowing on the ground and poured into the big pit, because that was where the soil was the loosest and the terrain was the lowest.

Blood was flowing on the ground and making a sizzling sound.

It seemed like he was apologizing to the innocent people who died.

Blood everywhere.

Dead bodies everywhere.

The smell of blood made all ten deacons feel their stomachs churn and almost vomit.

Looking at Deacon Fang's eyes was like looking at a god.

After killing so many people in one breath, blood spurted all over the sky, but Deacon Fang didn't even get a trace of blood on his body!

A clanging sound.

The sword is sheathed.

Fang Che staggered a bit, he was overstretched just now.

Each of these demon cubs had very high levels of cultivation. Fang Che was afraid that the deacon would be injured or killed, so he fired three Hatetian Swords one after another.

When he was at the first level of handsome level, he could drain out his spiritual energy with one strike. Now, even though he was upgraded to the first level, he still couldn't hold on after three consecutive strikes.

But he still insisted on killing everyone else.

Now, I am really overdrawn.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Fang Che waved his hand and refused Zuo Guanglie's support, saying: "Search yourself, look for evidence, and prepare to go back and report your merits. Are you familiar with this?"

"Very familiar!"

Zuo Guanglie laughed loudly: "Brothers, start working. Deacon Fang has finished the big work. If we can't do the job well with these scraps left, we will lose you."

Immediately the deacons began to work.

After the inspection, all kinds of treasures and weapons were found in a pile and put aside separately.

And everyone else also started to collect them.

Some people also went into the secret room and rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

After a while.

"As expected, they are all taught by gods."

Zuo Guanglie grinned: "As for those few, they are actually from the headquarters of the Solipsism. They brought a lot of good things. They should be the ones that came out of this batch and were gold-plated."

"Yes."

Zuo Guanglie fell to the ground in admiration: "Deacon Fang, your cultivation is high and you kill people quickly. We are also surprised by this, but it should be true. But how did you find them so accurately?"

Fang Che had recovered a little and said with a faint smile: "They didn't kill all the escort agencies here..."

Half the story.

No further words were said.

Zuo Guanglie suddenly realized: "I understand, I understand! Deacon Fang has made great achievements again this time. This meritorious service... tsk tsk, there are more than a dozen commander-level achievements."

"Coupled with other things, Deacon Fang's achievements in this round amount to more than two thousand."

Ten people were envious.

"This is our common merit." Fang Che said, "How can I say it's my own?"

Zuo Guanglie's face turned red and he laughed: "We all want merit, but we can't grab it so shamelessly. The information belongs to you, you killed the people, and you chewed all the hard bones. This

It would be unjustifiable if we still lick our faces to share the merits."

"And originally Deacon Fang planned to do it alone, but we shamelessly followed him."

"What's so polite about that?"

Fang Che said: "Everyone has taken action, no matter whether it's good or bad. Let's do this, Captain Zuo."

Zuo Guanglie: "Deacon Fang, please tell me."

"I want seven successes."

Fang Che said without question: "You and your brothers will divide the rest. That's it, don't push it around anymore, it's meaningless. We are all warriors, so just do it."

Zuo Guanglie gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Then I will thank Deacon Fang on behalf of the brothers."

"Then those seizures..."

As soon as Fang Che said six words, he was directly interrupted by Zuo Guanglie: "Brother Fang, if we take away your meritorious service and share the seizures with you, then what will happen to us? No matter how shameless we are, we can't bear it.
To be continued...