Rivers and lakes rich man

Chapter 396 Demon Soul Dafa
"You~~ How could you give such a dangerous pill to Brother Fang?" Liang Jingwei's face changed drastically.

"Jingwei." Xu Nishang said, "At this point, even poison has to be taken."

"I have no choice." Shen Yunyan smiled wryly, "I hope Big Brother Fang won't be forced to that point."

It can be said that she has exhausted her mind to refine this Tribulation Thunder Pill. After refining it, she thinks that she will never use it.

It's a pity that things backfired. At this moment, it was finally handed over to Fang Jing.

Fang Jing has not yet become a fairy, and he may have to take the elixir in the end, otherwise he is unlikely to be Wen Chaopeng's opponent.

The girls were silent.

After all, Fang Jing and Yuchi Daotian have not yet ascended to immortality, so there must be a gap between them and immortals.

Wang Xiyue, Xu Nishang, Liang Jingwei, Li Handie, Shen Yunyan, Liu Qinrui, Zhu Bixuan, Fengchen Yuxiu, Zijuan and Ziyan, eleven women stood at the stern of the boat, looking towards the direction of the island, and respecting the two for Fang in their hearts Pray to the sky full of gods and Buddhas.

"It would be great if Brother Fang left the customs earlier." Wang Xiyue murmured.

All the girls sighed.

Almost all the quick double cultivation methods they practiced have been completed, but it's a pity that this Wen Chaopeng came too fast, and now Fang Jing is facing him head-on.

The so-called double cultivation is naturally impossible, and there is no time at all.

"You haven't fully recovered from your injury, have you?" Fang Jing stared at Wen Chaopeng and said.

"When you are about to die, I don't need to hide it from you. That's right, I still have injuries. It's a pity. If you want to take advantage of this injury, you are completely wrong. This injury will kill the old man." You guys won't have any influence." Wen Chaopeng admitted directly.

"Haha~~" Fang Jing laughed loudly, "That's good, it's not like we don't have every chance."

"It's ridiculous." Wen Chaopeng smiled disapprovingly, "But the two of you can help the old man heal his wounds. Those so-called masters in the Jianghu are really pitifully low-level, and the old man is really not interested."

"Come on." Fang Jing shouted softly.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party.

Wen Chaopeng was injured, he and Yuchi Daotian could guess.

It can also be guessed that he will not let the two of them go.

His magic skills obviously have the effect of devouring other people's true energy or blood essence to heal injuries.

Yuchi Daotian and Fang Jing shot almost at the same time.

Facing an immortal master, they can't keep their hands, and it's inevitable for the two to join forces.

"Last time, I didn't try my best, and I let you get away with it because I was a little careless. This time, I will let you see the real unique skill of the old man, the magic soul Dafa." The breath of pitch black.

The breath unexpectedly condensed into smoke, like a substance, showing the horror of the power of the immortal.

This aura immediately enveloped the surroundings, even if Fang Jing and the two were on guard, they couldn't avoid it.

After falling into the aura, the two felt that their spiritual consciousness had been attacked by waves.

It seems that a huge force is pulling their consciousness, trying to pull their consciousness away from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The art of drawing souls?" Fang Jing shouted, "It really is a magic skill."

Fang Jing suppressed the divine consciousness that was about to move, and slashed out the precious sword in his hand, and a red light went towards Wen Chaopeng. The biting and fiery light of the sword made the surrounding black aura seem to shake.

Yuchi Daotian was also using his means to suppress the invasion of the black aura.

The strength of the two is not as good as Wen Chaopeng, but it is obviously not so easy for Wen Chaopeng to rely on these auras to suppress the two of them.

At least for a short period of time, Fang Jing and Yuchi Daotian could still bear it.

"Okay, the stronger you are, the better it will be for the old man's injury." Wen Chaopeng laughed.

The strength of the two of them was indeed beyond his expectations, but this only made him more excited.

He doesn't care about this kind of strength.

With a sound of '铛', Wen Chaopeng also had an extra knife in his hand, which blocked Fang Jing's knife force.

Last time he suffered from Fang Jing's sword, this time he also prepared a treasured sword, maybe not as good as Fang Jing's, but it is also the best treasured sword collected by Moxianmen.

Yuchi Daotian holds a long sword, which is the most powerful sword of Tiandaozong.

Although he was not passed down to his previous life, he also has a history of nearly a thousand years, and the sword is psychic.

Everyone has made various preparations to improve their strength as much as possible.

The three fought, and the rocks burst in succession wherever they passed.

The rumbling sound can be heard even by all the girls on the boat retreating ten miles away at sea.

They can also see the movement on the island.

Dust was flying and some trees on the island had fallen.

"It must be fine."

The girls leaned on the stern railing, clutching the railing tightly with both hands, looking nervous.

"What a domineering skill. If you are in the same realm, I'm afraid the old man's skill is not as good as yours." After blocking Xia Jing's knife, Wen Chaopeng couldn't help taking a step back.

Fang Jing stepped back five steps, his face turned pale, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

In this fight, Fang Jing was injured, and the other party just used up a little skill.

For Wen Chaopeng, it was a big deal for him to be forced to take a step back by Fang Jing.

Fang Jing's strength still surprised him a little.

At least Yuchi Daotian's offensive couldn't make him take a step back. No matter how fierce his offensive was, Wen Chaopeng could easily resist it.

Only Fang Jing brought him some pressure.

That is a little pressure, wanting to hurt him, Wen Chaopeng didn't think Fang Jing had a chance.

Fang Jing and Yuchi Daotian retreated together. Facing this guy, they couldn't separate. If they separated, they would be defeated one by one by the other party.

"What should I do?" Yuchi Daotian sent a voice transmission to Fang Jing.

"What should I do? Desperate." Fang Jing responded.

"Then let's fight." Yuchi said with determination in his eyes.

The other party has chased here, and the two of them can't escape even if they want to.

And once there is the thought of running away, this desperate energy will be vented, and it will die faster.

"Stop secretly discussing countermeasures through sound transmission, any strategy is useless at this time." Wen Chaopeng laughed.

He noticed the secret sound transmission between the two.

"That's right, no strategy is useless, the only thing we can do is fight to the death." Fang Jing raised his saber again, strode forward, and killed him.

Yuchi Daotian followed closely behind, their aura rose crazily, and all kinds of forbidden methods were used.

At this time, I am not afraid of the sequelae of various forbidden methods.

You have to wait until you survive before you can think about that. Before that, there is only one purpose, and that is to defeat the opponent, kill the opponent to protect yourself.

Yan Yang Shen Jue No. 18 Heavy True Qi surges out of the meridians and gathers on the blade.

The blade trembled, and the crimson light flickered.

The 3000-year-old sword is the most suitable for Fang Jing's skills. With the combination of the two, the power soars.

With a sound of 'ding', Fang Jing's treasured sword was pressed down, Wen Chaopeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his long sword was suddenly lowered by a few points.

The sharp and fiery knife force from the opponent's blade made his right hand feel a tingling pain.

(End of this chapter)