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"Quaternary Killing Formation, Qi!"

Yuan Futu slashed his sword towards the sky, and the four sword shadows roared towards Ti Lung at the same time as if under orders. The powerful elemental power contained in the sword cut the air, making a violent explosion sound.

At this critical moment, Dillon stood still with both feet and was surrounded by enemies. He couldn't avoid it. He took out an ancient bronze bell from his bosom, but the bell was only the size of a fist. He held it in his hand. As soon as he moved, a brass-colored barrier suddenly appeared on the outside of his body, and there was a whistling sound, and the wind was like an arrow.

Boom!

Just like punishment from heaven, the swords of the four elements hit the brass-colored barrier at the same time, making a loud noise, the ground collapsed, and thick smoke and dust were raised.

Di Long was in it, only felt that the sky was dim and the ground was dark. He never thought that the power of this quadruple killing array would be so overbearing, almost breaking through his spirit treasure defense.

Yuan Futu was also frightened by the power of this formation, not to mention that his real energy is thin now. If he practiced for another year or two, after the real energy is strong and full, it would be easy to kill this guy in an instant, but he noticed that Di Long The brass clock in his hand said: "It's actually a defensive spiritual treasure, and it must be the best innate."

Di Long's face was pale and uncertain, he stared at Yuan Futu viciously, but he felt greedy in his heart, and thought to himself: "Fortunately, I have this spirit treasure body protection, otherwise if I resist with my body, even if I can escape, I will be seriously injured. The sword in this guy's hand is at least a god-level treasure, if I can kill it, I will make a lot of money!"

Grand Master Pang watched the battle from a distance, keeping a distance so as not to be affected. He noticed that Ti Lung was at a disadvantage, and immediately became flustered.

"This spiritual treasure can save you once, but it can't save you the second time!" Yuan Futu knew that the Zhuhuang Sword in his hand was a top-grade god-level spiritual treasure. It is easy to break through a congenital Lingbao. If Di Long wants to use it to save his life, its defense barrier will definitely be breached.

Knowing this well, Di Long put the brass bell in his pocket, and with a wave of his arms, the true energy penetrated his whole body, making his thick and tall body even bigger.

"In "Bamen Dunjia", I have cultivated to the third level of Shengmen. He is just a disciple of Tianxuan Sword Sect, not even a sword master. He can never be stronger than me. It's settled!"

Thinking in his mind, Ti Lung had already thrown a punch with strides, the strength of the punch was surging, and the power of his true essence shot up into the sky like wolf smoke, which was unstoppable.

Yuan Futu only felt that the strength of the opponent was at least three to four thousand catties, and if he was slightly contaminated by the strength of the fist, his tendons might be broken and his bones broken. He is insignificant now.

"Ten times mysterious heavy sword!"

With a roar, a thick yellow air flow rose from the Zhuhuang Sword, and this stream of earth essence adhered to the blade like a solidified crystal, stabbing fiercely forward.

Before entering the realm of Fashen, the strength of a ten-fold mysterious heavy sword was only [-] jin at most, but when the original force was promoted to true energy, the power was also improved geometrically. Now, it must be at least [-] jin Not to mention that the Zhuhuang Sword is a god-level spiritual treasure, and the increase in it is even more unpredictable.

After some impact, Di Lon was forced to retreat again, and a horrifying scar appeared on his arm, the bone was visible deep, and blood flowed out immediately.

When Grand Master Pang saw this, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and wanted to retreat.

Yuan Futu still maintained the posture of drawing his sword, and said in a deep voice: "The realms are not equal, maybe I will lose, but in the same realm, I can defeat anyone!" He said these words with full confidence and determination, Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat Pang De at the Sword Discussion Conference.

Di Long only felt that his left hand seemed to be abolished, and he felt shocked and appalled. He finally began to realize how terrifying this practitioner who was not strong in real energy was.

escape!

Only one thought appeared in his mind, and then he stomped his feet. The whole person was like a kite with a broken string, running behind him at an extremely fast speed.

"Want to leave, it's not that easy!" Yuan Futu's murderous intent was even stronger, now only the corpses of the Lin family were left, and Wan'er's life and death were uncertain, he just wanted to kill these two guys to vent his anger.

At this extremely critical moment, Di Long didn't even think about Grand Master Pang's life and death, and directly increased his speed to the limit, otherwise his life would be in danger if he stayed here any longer.

Yuan Futu let out a cold snort, and swung a brave sword directly, the fearless sword intent went up against the sky, and it was about to envelop Di Long in it.

"go with!"

Sensing the brave and fearless sword intent behind him, Di Long turned around and sacrificed the brass bell in his arms.

The brass bell was suspended in the air, and suddenly turned into a gigantic phantom of the brass bell, spinning extremely fast, and the yellow barrier seemed to be as solid as gold.

Yuan Futu's extremely domineering brave sword hit the yellow barrier, and the phantom of the bronze bell oscillated violently, and finally shrank extremely, becoming the size of a fist again, and hit the ground with a muffled bang.

Looking up, Dillon has disappeared.

"Good guy, you are really willing to spend your money, and you don't hesitate to use a top-grade innate spirit treasure in exchange for a chance to escape, but if such a person is not eradicated, it will become a serious disaster in the future!" Yuan Futu picked up the brass bell, Put it into the storage bag, look across the lobby, and look at the timid Taishi Pang, who is shaking like a sieve.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't expect that Dillon, who was so powerful, would be defeated, and such a complete defeat. At this moment, his legs softened, and he hung on the mahogany chair like a puddle of mud.

Yuan Futu walked into the lobby, and asked word by word: "Where is Lin Wan'er?!"

Grand Master Pang swallowed hard, and said intermittently: "She...she's fine, she's just locked in the wing room, you can go find her now...but please don't kill me."

When Yuan Futu heard that Lin Wan'er was fine, the boulder hanging in his heart finally fell, and with a flick of his fingertips, a sharp sword energy directly pierced Grand Master Pang's chest.

"You carry the lives of dozens of members of the Lin family on your back. If you don't kill you, how can they rest in peace under the Nine Springs?"

Taishi Pang's eyes were wide open, looking at the injury on his chest, he felt that breathing was gradually becoming difficult, and said in a shy voice: "You...you offended the Bajing faction...they will definitely take revenge...you are dead!"

"Eight Scenery Sect!" Yuan Futu's heart moved. He had heard of this sect before, and it was considered to be extremely large. Revenge is a very troublesome thing.