A brick into the fairyland

"Om~~"

Zhuge Buliang's palm was crystal clear, he stretched out his hand to grab the golden edge, the sword buzzed, and the golden sword light shattered in Zhuge Buliang's hands.

"Huh, there is something tricky!" The dark-faced young man sneered, raised his hand and pointed repeatedly, and shot out golden sword lights penetrating his body, hitting Zhuge Buliang like a frightened bird.

Zhuge Buliang sneered, stepping against the sky, his footwork is extremely mysterious, Zhuge Buliang's body is ethereal, with one hand behind his back, even if he is avoiding the opponent's attack, he seems to be understating and casual.

"Have you gone out for dinner? That's all you can do?" Zhuge Buliang sneered.

"It's crazy!" The black-faced young man quickly formed the seal with one hand, the golden light surged, and a mysterious sword picture appeared on the top of the black-faced young man's head.The sword intent buzzed in the sword picture, and the sharpness was revealed.

"Go!" The black-faced young man beckoned, and the golden sword light in the sword picture flew out, forming a sword net and striking out.

Zhuge Buliang grabbed at the void, and a large white handprint protruded out, grabbing at the golden sword net.

"Clang!"

When the white handprint touched the golden sword net, there was a sound of metal clanging, and sparks shot out.

Zhuge Buliang's eyes flashed sharply, and he slapped two palms again, and the two big handprints covered it, and the space became extremely distorted, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"boom!"

The three big handprints were placed at the same time, and the golden sword net disintegrated instantly.At the same time, the mysterious sword drawing on the head of the black-faced youth also turned into dots of golden light and dissipated.

"This..." The black-faced young man's face changed, and he shot out several golden sword lights again, but they were smashed by Zhuge Buliang lightly.

"Eight-level pagoda!" The black-faced young man shouted heavily, and a small black pagoda flew out quickly. The small pagoda grew larger in the wind, and it was more than ten feet high. It was like a big mountain. The black pagoda had eight floors in total.

"Your magic weapon is as black as your people..." Zhuge Buliang said with a smile, with a change in the magic weapon in his hand, a blood seal floated in the air and moved towards the eighth-level tower.

"boom!"

The eight-level tower swayed unceasingly, emitting a breathtaking black light, sweeping towards the blood mark.

"Hmph, you'll be beaten until you can't speak!" the black-faced youth shouted shamefully and angrily.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The blood mark clashed with the eight-level tower, and there were hideous grimaces lingering on the blood mark, and the blood was steaming.The eighth-level pagoda faintly stopped, and was bombarded dozens of times by the blood mark, and there were some cracks.

"How could this be? I am a high-level magic weapon." The black-faced youth looked surprised.

"Hmph, break it for me!" Zhuge Buliang waved his hand, and the blood seal was suppressed, and the eight-level tower was sent flying with a "bang".The eight-level pagoda turned into a palm-sized pagoda again, and flew back to the black-faced youth.

"What kind of weird trick is this!" The black-faced youth was shocked.

Zhuge Buliang also secretly rejoiced that the eight-level tower is indeed a good magic weapon, if he had persisted for a round just now, he might be the one who lost.But now the ending is certain, Zhuge Buliang took a step against the sky, and instantly approached the dark-faced young man.

The palm was pressed against the face of the black-faced young man, his arm shook, and the black-faced young man flew upside down, but it was just to push him away, so that he would not really hurt the other party.He just came to Yanzhou, and he didn't want to form a relationship with the Pan family.

The black-faced youth flew more than ten meters away and hit a rock, and the rock flew into pieces of stone.The black-faced youth kept coughing up blood. He struggled to stand up, but his chest constricted, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed immediately.

"This..." The disciples of the Pan family, including Chu Yunchang, all showed expressions of fear.

"Okay, okay, okay!" At this moment, a young man in white clothes with embroidered tattoos came out. He was slender, with a sickly posture, his face was pale, and he seemed to be malnourished.

"It's not easy, how about I come to meet you?" The other party only asked in a questioning tone, but just as the voice fell, the tattooed youth had already started to move his hands. He was extremely conceited, and he rushed directly to Zhuge Buliang. Lean out, that young man's ৔