"There is an enemy attack!"

"Bold, how dare you offend Luo Zun?"

"Luo Zun came to the world, the heaven and earth were repeated, the karma was burning all the three realms! Kill!!!"

...

The sound of killing from Baihua Guards was aroused, and in an instant, the entire Luo Zun General Assembly moved, as if the sleeping ancient murderer had woken up and began to sing his teeth and claws at the enemy.

In the darkness, lights lit up one after another. No one knew how many people were on both sides, but they collided with each other at the first time.

In an instant, the sound of weapons handing over, the sound of swords stabbing into the human body, the slogans of the Daluo Zun Sect, and the wails of ordinary people before their deaths were all everywhere, and they were resounding in a mess.

But in general, relying on the geographical advantage and the fanatical spirit, the Daluo Zun Sect's disciples slightly stabilized their positions after the initial panic and began to kill and injure the enemy in large quantities.

"The war in the east is not good! There are fighters in the west! Light the Tianluo fragrance!"

Mrs. Whisper climbed up to look up and looked at the distance with dozens of knights. She was as calm as she commanded her orders.

Several knights immediately lit the fragrant wood of the big bunch, and a smell that only specific people or beasts could ask about was emitted.

"kill!"

The original shouts of killing in the east suddenly turned and rushed towards the weak west.

Under the command of Mrs. Wiaoyu, the Baihua Guards in the dark seemed to be connected and connected into a whole!

The Western defense line of Daluo Zun Sect was immediately hit hard!

A large number of believers screamed and panicked because they had never seen such an enemy.

It was still night now! I could hardly see my five fingers!

Although the enemy lit a torch, he did not hear the flag or the shock drum. The seemingly numerous army commanded and coordinated! Thousands of people seemed to have turned into one person!

This unknown fear and the power of coordinated combat suddenly became the last straw that crushed them!

Bang!

After a loud bang, a gate was pushed down and countless flower guards rushed in.

"Excellent! It's really exciting!"

Fang Ming strode his hands and praised: "Mrs. He is as calm as a commander, and he is free and easy. He is really a woman who is inferior to others. I admire her!"

"There is a trick! I'll ask the sir to take action next!"

Mrs. Whisper smiled sweetly.

"This is natural!"

Fang Ming was a little surprised by Mrs. Miaoyu's flowing command art, but not very shocked, but he was very interested in the other party's method of using incense to control people and warning and spreading opinions.

This method is not only fast and convenient, but also better in its concealment. However, if you think about it, you will know that this must be the secret technique that Linghua Sect has spent no effort and painstaking efforts to find out. Fang Ming would not say anything even if he asked the other party, and it would even cause displeasure. It would be better not to ask.

"Sir, please accept this!"

Mrs. Wiaoyu handed a sachet, which smelled fragrant, but Fang Ming's nose moved and he smelled a special smell again, which overflowed for several feet and could not be gone.

"There are many accidental injuries in the dark, but as long as the gentleman brings this thing, the guards will never recognize the wrong person... Let's set out!"

Mrs. Wiaoyu waved her hand and dozens of figures rushed out. She was a master of the world with her own skill.

"It seems that this time, in order to destroy the Daluo Zun Sect in one fell swoop, the Linghua Sect has also produced all the elites!"

Fang Ming flashed a few times and rushed into the main hall of Daluo Zun Sect.

Around him, there were many elite soldiers wearing patterned leather armor and full of evil spirits, obviously those Baihua Guards.

After seeing Fang Ming, they were slightly stunned and then respectfully made way. It seemed that they were the sachets given by Mrs. Miaoyu before.

"This elite soldiers of Linghua Sect are actually just as close as my Black Dragon Army..."

Fang Ming's figure seemed to turn into a phantom, and in an instant he jumped over most of the soldiers and went deeper.

As he walked through the halls, he was still thinking: "Even if I am hostile to Mrs. Miaoyu and each led a large army to fight, she is no match for me!"

Fang Ming has been reincarnated for many lifetimes, with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even hundreds of thousands of people personally directing a lot of battles. His experience in this area is unparalleled. Although Mrs. Wiaoyu is a genius, she is focused on martial arts and has a more than one degree of background in the battle formation. Naturally, he doesn't like it very much.

"But if it's night, it will be a little troublesome to face this kind of line incense formation. If you don't have twice the military power, you may not be able to take her down!"

Fang Ming had faint eyes and broke into another building that seemed to be a ancestral hall.

"Luo Zun came to the world and intimidate the external demons!"

Several enthusiastic warriors rushed up immediately, ferocious and fierce. They were also considered to be a figure who could enter the Hidden Dragon List in Kangzhou.

But Fang Ming didn't frown, and the long sword in his hand flashed.

bite!

The tip of the sword seemed to turn into a white line, crossing the void.

The warriors paused, and a look of fear appeared on their faces. Then, their upper and lower bodies separated.

The full moon scimitar is a middle-point, but Fang Ming’s sword at this time is more terrifying than any machete. After being cut, it seems to have a huge force, and the upper and lower parts are separated, and there is no way to stop it!

"Luo Zun?"

Regardless of the dead bodies that were broken into two pieces, Fang Ming looked straight at the altar.

There is indeed an evil god enshrined there!

Three heads and six arms, tiger beards and leopard eyes, green face and fangs, each arm is covered with dark green scales and six fingers. The sharp palms of the fingernails also hold weapons, magic tools, and even human hearts.

With the cigarette storm, the statue of the god seemed to have come alive, his eyes moving to the extreme, emitting an evil light.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The warrior has been trained in a hundred ways and moves forward to understand his current state of mind. Even if the Buddha and Heavenly Lord appear in front of him, he may be respectful, but if he wants him to devote himself to his body and mind and believe in it with all his heart, that would be a joke!

The way of martial arts is the way of human beings! The way of human beings is to strive for self-improvement without stopping, without seeking outsiders!

The warrior who puts his hopes on outsiders is sad no matter how strong he is.

Bang!

Fang Ming turned around and walked out of the temple. Before leaving, he flicked his sleeves, and a true energy immediately poured out like a huge tide in Qiantang and slapped on the statue.

No matter how vivid the statue was made, it was still clay-shaped wood, which immediately collapsed and split into pieces.

“Huh?”

After destroying the statue of the god, Fang Ming's eyes moved.

Because there was a bright red blood flowing out of the broken wood!

This statue of god is really like a living creature, already having its own life!

"It's going to cause trouble!"

Fang Ming palmed out another palm, and the energy flowed, and the original earth and rocks were all turned into powder. In the dust, a trace of white flashed across the sky, as if it was pulled by an invisible thread and came to Fang Ming's hand.

"It's actually..."

He glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately put the paper in his arms.

"Luo Zun!Luo Zun!"

The mountains here are towering, with dragons and tigers standing in a row, and have been transformed into the base camp of the cult.

The more Fang Ming goes, the more severe the obstacles he is.

After he destroyed three altars in a row, seven or eight innate masters had already surrounded him, and each of them had endless aura and should not be underestimated.

"We are the messenger of the Suzaku...you!"

But Fang Ming didn't even look at it, and his long sword was cut horizontally!

Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream!

A white line flashed by, and the seven people were broken into fourteen pieces!

"Ah...ahh..."

They are also innate masters, so they can support them for a period of time than ordinary people, but they are not as good as those who die.

Because they saw their separated lower body screaming with extreme fear.

"Are you actually not an individual?"

Fang Ming sighed and stepped forward.

His sword technique may no longer be called sword technique at this time, because he only has one move when he comes and goes, that is, "sharpening"!

Slice horizontally!

A white line that is flat and horizontal, no matter how many swords and hidden weapons, or even the enemy, are divided into two sections.

One of his swords seemed to have a thousand pounds of strange power, and no matter what kind of thing hit, it would be broken into two pieces!

Fang Ming seemed to be walking leisurely in the garden, and a blood-colored footprint appeared under his feet. Each step was one foot long, not one minute or another, and walked towards the center slowly and firmly.

"Luan Luo is above, the Netherworld is not afraid!"
To be continued...