Supreme Tianyin

Chapter 67
"Who!" Several people were startled by Fang Litian's voice at the same time.

The five wealthy disciples looked bewildered, while the two Xuanyuan disciples showed fierce expressions. Fang Ming stared closely at Fang Litian's position with a look of wariness.

As Fang Litian walked out, the vigilance on Wan Ming's face turned into ecstasy.

"Fang Litian, it turned out to be you. There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell to break in. You say I am unlucky. I think it is good but I can't be good. As long as I kill you, the reward from the sect is enough to make me stronger." Going further!" Fang Ming laughed wildly, as long as he was a member of the Xuanyuan Sect, killing Fang Litian would be of great benefit, and Hou Longxing said that Fang Litian's strength cannot be understood together with his cultivation, but Fang Ming did not think that he was not Fang Litian's opponent.

The disciple in the yellow shirt also showed joy, "Senior Brother Fang, I will help you. Don't forget me for the benefits that the sect will give you."

Fang Litian's eyes were cold, looking at the two disciples of Xuanyuanmen who had regarded themselves as fish on the cutting board, "It won't take long, you will really feel that meeting me is your sorrow."

The five wealthy disciples looked at each other, retreated secretly, but did not leave. It was the first time they had heard of Fang Litian's name, but he must be a powerful person who made the Xuanyuan Sect so inspiring, and such a battle should not be missed.

"Don't think that you won't pay attention to the core disciples of the sect after defeating Junior Sister Qin Lin. Junior Sister Qin Lin is only a person on the third level, and I am on the second level. It will be easy to kill you." Fang Litian said The specific strength is only known by the senior officials of Xuanyuanmen. These core disciples only know that Fang Litian defeated Qin Lin, but they don't know how strong Fang Litian is.

But being able to beat Qin Lin is also very good, which shows that Fang Litian almost has the strength of the second level, but he, Fang Ming, is also in the forefront among the more than [-] people on the second level, so there is no need to be afraid of Fang Litian.

Speaking of Qin Lin, Fang Litian did not find her figure among the people who came to Guangyao Sect this time.

"Brother Fang, let me try Fang Litian's method first, how about you help me sweep the formation." The yellow-shirt disciple stared at Fang Litian, and suddenly said, the sect disciples who can enter Tiannan Secret Realm are geniuses, and the least powerful can be in the In the third rank, no one thinks that he is inferior to others. Fang Litian is about the same age as him. Even if he can beat him, he will still have to beat him by ten strokes. What's more, with Fang Ming Luezhen, he doesn't have to worry about his own life at all.

"Junior Brother Chen, don't worry, with me here, Fang Litian can't hurt you." Fang Ming affirmed with his head held high.

The disciple in the yellow shirt felt more at ease, and drew out a soft sword from his waist. With a light flick of his wrist, the soft sword was erratic like a poisonous snake spewing out letters.

Fang Litian smiled coldly, didn't even bother to use the star gun, and waved: "Come here and die."

Facing Fang Litian's indifferent expression, the Huangshan disciple was furious and struck mercilessly.

The soft sword stabbed, only one sword, but it transformed into sword shadows all over the sky, stabbing at Fang Litian one after another.

"Break!" Pointing out casually, the yellow-jacketed disciple felt the surrounding world shrink, trapping himself firmly in one place.

"The situation of taking advantage of the situation! Not good!" The yellow shirt disciple was shocked and wanted to retreat, but at this time Fang Litian made another move, using the spear as a substitute, and used it like a wave.

Waves of golden attacks rushed towards the yellow-shirt disciple. The yellow-shirt disciple's face changed drastically. The soft sword danced imperceptibly in front of him. The first golden attack hit the sword array, and the yellow-shirt disciple slowed down for a while. , A mouthful of blood couldn't help spitting out.

"How could it be so strong?" The yellow-jacketed disciple felt incredible, but at this moment, the remaining twelve waves of attacks came in an instant, and within a blink of an eye, the sword array and the Yuanli shield were broken.

"Brother Fang, save..." The yellow-jacketed disciple only thought of calling for help at this moment, but the time between the two of them was too short, so short that Fang Ming had no time to save him, and it was already too late by the time his brother asked for help.

A hole the size of a bowl appeared in the chest of the yellow-shirt disciple, and he rushed several feet away from the attack, blood spilled all over the ground.

Fang Ming looked at the body of his junior brother flying upside down, he was speechless for a while, and he was able to kill him instantly with one move, but he couldn't be as calm as Fang Litian, as if he just crushed an ant to death.

Fang Ming suddenly felt a chill emerge.

The five wealthy disciples were dumbfounded. They were planning to watch a life-and-death struggle, but they didn't expect to be killed so easily. The move of the yellow-shirt disciple was full of sword shadows. You have to be in a hurry to move, and you might get injured.

One of them whispered: "I thought that if the five of us were together, even if we couldn't win the battle with the disciples of the sect, it would be more than enough to save our lives. I didn't expect that a mid-Juyuan period would be so powerful. Du Qiang, today I understand that only by entering the sect can one embark on the real path of cultivation."

"Now it's your turn." Fang Litian looked at Fang Ming indifferently without even looking at the dead yellow shirt disciple.

Fang Ming couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes dodged a little, and he said coldly: "Fang Litian, if you kill my Xuanyuanmen disciple, you will not end well."

Fang Litian took Fang Ming's actions into his eyes, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Just now you kept saying you wanted to kill me, so are you going to run away?"

Embarrassment welled up on Fang Ming's face, "Run? I never said I would run away! If you have the ability, you wait here, and when my senior brother comes, can you still be so sharp-tongued?"

"You have no chance to rescue soldiers. Since your Xuanyuanmen decided to deal with me, no one who enters the Tiannan Secret Realm will come out alive this time. Let them die." Fang Litian didn't bother to talk anymore, and the Star Spear appeared in his hand. , The general trend of the world shrouded Fang Ming.

Although Fang Ming is no longer willing to fight against Fang Litian, he is always vigilant. As soon as Fang Litian's borrowed momentum enveloped him, Fang Ming also had a momentum not weaker than Fang Litian, which offset each other.

"Too much deceit." Seeing that the opponent refused to let go, Fang Ming had no choice but to meet the enemy, and a two-handed giant sword appeared in his hand in vain.

The two-handed giant sword was held high by Fang Ming and then slashed down suddenly, as if the world had been opened up. Three long and short giant swords were suspended in the sky above Fang Litian, and they were quickly chopped down.

Fang Litian's eyes froze, as expected of a person on the second tier, his strength was indeed not comparable to that of the yellow shirt disciple, this move alone made Fang Litian look at him with admiration, if two months ahead, Litian might only be able to resist with Jin Yao Poxu, It's different now.

"Just try the power of Miesheng Palm." Putting away the Star Spear in an instant, Fang Litian quickly flipped his hands over, and the vitality of the surrounding world began to surge, gathering towards Fang Litian.

"What kind of move is this?" Fang Ming's face changed. He had never seen such a palm technique that absorbs the outside world.

"We can't let him complete the handprint." Fang Ming made up his mind, and the phantom of the giant sword that cut towards Fang Litian grew another ten feet, reaching a terrifying length of four feet.

The five wealthy children felt the phantom of the huge sword in the sky, and the huge pressure made them feel as if there was a huge stone in their hearts, and it became difficult to even breathe.

"So strong!" One person murmured to himself.

"The one named Fang Litian is even stronger, and just now he scared the disciple in green to run away."

The phantom of the huge sword was about to fall, Fang Ming seemed to have seen the scene of Fang Litian's blood splattered five feet, and laughed wildly: "You don't use a gun, but use palms, you are destined to kill me in your hands, you asked for it, remember , the person who killed you is called Fang Ming."

Fang Litian showed a weird smile, "So you also believe in Fang."

Fang Ming felt a little bad feeling, looked up and saw a gray palm about ten feet in size above the phantom of the huge sword.

A gray air current lingered on the surface of the giant gray hand, and the giant gray hand grasped the phantom of the giant sword, and with a firm grip, the phantom of the four-foot-long giant sword was directly shattered and turned into nothingness.

His own attack was broken, and Fang Ming spat out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash, he couldn't believe it.

(End of this chapter)