Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The sun is shining, shining on the whole world, as if the whole world is covered with a layer of golden gauze.

Linjiang City.

There was a dead silence, smoke filled with gunpowder, and smoke billowed.

On the long street, the pedestrians on both sides gather, the heads are crowded, everyone is staring, under the golden sun, it is like one golden statue after another.

There are quacks, disciples under the fourth rank of Dao Zong with blue robes, and guardsmen in Linjiang City, etc...

The world is silent.

Only the heavy breathing sounded constantly resounding in everyone's ears.

Blood, blood all over the floor, flowed little by little from the dilapidated restaurant.

In the shop of Qianfei Pavilion, the master Wu and many stewards and mates had their eyes tightened and crowded around the door, looking at the restaurant on the street away from Qianfei Pavilion. The corpse was standing out, shaking and collapsing, and finally raised a thousand layers of dust.

Master Wu's eyes flickered, and the middle-aged stewards were trembling with palpitations and fear.

On the street, a disciple of the Dao Sect standing surrounded by the restaurant, his heart was full of haze and panic.

They stared at the long street, the An Fan whose head was cut off by Fang Lang, as if there was boundless fear overwhelming their chests.

Even in the crowd, Li Yuanzhen, a genius of the same age as Fang Lang, at this moment, the only thing in his eyes is panic.

Fang Lang... is going to kill!

The disciples of the Dao Sect, at this moment, suffered countless deaths and injuries!

Even An Fan, the best disciple of the Lower Fourth Stage, couldn't escape death.

Fang Lang's head was cut off mercilessly!

Li Yuanzhen still remembers that An Fan often said to him that Fang Lang should not be afraid, because he is a disciple of the Dao Sect, and the future is boundless. Sooner or later, he will master the forbidden curse level spell, surpass Fang Lang, and become a bird's-eye view of the same class. The genius of everything.

Li Yuanzhen once believed it, but now An Fan who said this to him was cut off all his head by Fang Lang.

All comforting words have become ridiculous clouds of the past!

Fang Lang... first entered the fourth-rank sword mood, he was actually An Fan who killed the fourth-rank pinnacle!

This is the real evildoer!

Beyond?

Beyond a fart!

Li Yuanzhen's mentality of collapse completely burst at this moment.

He fell to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

How to catch up with such evildoers?

It is a kind of sadness to be born in the same era and the same age as such a monster!

Fang Lang's white clothes were stained with blood, not his blood, but the blood of the Dao Sect disciples.

Beginning when Fang Lang decided to kill the ring, Fang Lang knew that he might turn into Shura, surrounded by a pair of horrified, horrified eyes, so that Fang Lang's heart did not fluctuate at all.

There was also panic on An Fan's head.

Such an expression is rarely shown on his face, because An Fan is a person who cares about face, and the ridiculous thing is that now An Fan is dead, he who cares about face the most, but he stays forever with such a shameful expression. On the face.

A breeze blew in, Fang Lang leaned on the obsidian sword, the blade was as dark as ink, and it did not even reflect the sunlight. There was continuous red blood flowing down from it.

Fang Lang's killing intent became stronger and stronger, and he was as cold as a wolf walking out of the desert, tearing everything that threatened him in front of him.

The Guiyuan Sword returned and rushed into the sword box.

Fang Lang held the obsidian sword in one hand, and An Fan's head in the other, gently tossing it up.

The head slashed across the arc and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

The wind blew his blood-stained clothes, and there was a different kind of poetry.

Outside the city, he had already fallen into an unbelievable state.

An Fan died, Dao Sect entered Linjiang City to chase after Fang Lang's fourth-grade Dao Sect disciple, and there were countless deaths and injuries. Even the genius An Fan could be spared.

This cruel reality shocked the mind of every powerhouse of Dao Sect outside the city!

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Outside Linjiang City, he fell into a brief silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and it was as heavy as sinking into a quagmire, and even moving bullets became extremely difficult!

"He... how dare he?"

An elder of the Great Dao Sect stared, his hair and beard trembling, floating in the air, stretched out a finger, tremblingly pointed at Fang Lang in the city, his heart was turbulent like a mudslide collapsed!

Dao Sect, the strong men who blocked Jian Shu Sect, did not continue to fight at this moment. They seemed to have turned into sculptures, and everything seemed to be very different from what they expected!

"This son...damn it!"

An elder roared with a sad expression on his face.

He had already called out to stop, but Fang Lang was still cruel, beheading An Fan!

far away.

Wen Ting held a rapier and let out a faint laugh.

"Damn it?"

"Extremely ridiculous."

"Just allow you to kill my Jianshu Sect disciple, and not allow my Sword Shuzong disciple to fight back?"

"It's reasonable for you to kill Fang Lang. Is it a sin for Fang Lang to kill An Fan?"

"Are you accustomed to being high above the Dao Sect? Don’t forget, I used to be the first sect in the Tang Dynasty!"

"My Sword Shu Sect disciple, kill you Dao Sect disciple...what about it?!"

Wen Ting's robe was flying, and his cultivation base fell to the bottom when he killed the prince Li Tianlin with a sword. Now, with the help of Jian Shuzong, he has begun to recover quickly, but he has not fully recovered.

However, because the foundation of the Seventh Stage Realm is still there, this battle can also intervene for the time being.

The sword scar on the face of Jian Shuzong's elder Ji trembled slightly, holding the sword, and said coldly: "Good killing!"

"This is the feud, since it is the feud, it is conceited."

"A group of people chased and chased into the city to block the door, but was killed all the time. Do you still have the face to talk?"

"You old guys are really ridiculous."

The tit-for-tat verbal confrontation made the powerhouses of the Dao Sect look more and more ugly.

As for the strong men of Jianshu Sect, their expressions have actually changed a little.

It was mainly Fang Lang's killing precepts in Linjiang City, which shocked them. Surrounded by so many Dao Sect disciples, it was as if they were in a desperate situation. However, under such circumstances, Fang Lang was still abrupt. Smashed a **** road.

He didn't choose to run away, didn't choose to hide, but directly shot and killed the world repeatedly!

Many Jianshu sect masters were shocked, but at the same time they felt as if there was a fire burning in their bodies!

Although today's Jian Shuzong has fallen to the bottom of the top ten sects.

However, my disciple of Jianshu Sect... Don't be deceived!

From Fang Lang's body, they vaguely saw the shadow of Xuanyuan Taihua, the female sword immortal who covered the entire Tang Dynasty sect with a sword in the dust, the majestic grace of that year!

The same overbearing, the same person sweeps Liuhe!

After Wen Ting finished speaking, he turned to look at the city, his expression was extremely complicated, and he sighed for a long time.

In the martial arts field of Luojiang Academy back then, the immature young man wielding an iron sword, now... after all, he has embarked on a difficult **** road.

Wen Ting couldn't help but wonder if he took the wrong path.

For this teenager, is it good or bad?

It's a pity that there is no turning back in everything in the world. Wen Ting can't change the things that have passed. All he can do... is to clear some obstacles for the teenager.

With a flick of the rapier in his hand, the rapier hummed, and Wen Ting's tepid aura began to indulge gradually.

In the distance, a powerful man of the Great Dao Sect changed his expression and wanted to open the seal that banned the city. However, just after he moved, Wen Ting threw a sword light, and the sword light fell from the sky, forcing him back. The powerhouse of the Dao Sect.

"Don't open it in a hurry, keep it sealed."

Wen Ting said lightly.

What seal?

Don’t you like seals?

Don’t you want to catch turtles in the urn?

Let's go on!

As for Wen Ting's actions, the strong of Jian Shuzong also reacted, and for a time, a series of sword auras swept across the air.

Outside the city, the roles were exchanged. The Jianshu Sect powerhouse who had originally planned to open the city's ban became the object of blocking the Dao Sect from opening the banned formation.

This change also makes people laugh and feel a little funny.

And under the obstruction of the strong of Jianshu Sect, the strong of Dao Sect really couldn't open the formation, because the offensive of the strong of Jianshu was strengthened a lot!

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Void.

The terrible collision banged against each other, and the clouds were like lakes dropped by huge boulders, with terrible ripples, sweeping in all directions!

The world seems to have been smashed into a huge hole at this moment!

Void.

Chao Xiaojian was in white clothes with snow, and the green steel sword in his hand was shattered into thousands of sword pieces, like thousands of flying swords, sweeping across the sky, like a river of fish, densely swept across the sky.

In the distance of him, Zhao Longshi, the master of the Dao Sect, hovered, his robes flying, and he was riding a crane and a fairy-wind Dao bone.

At this moment, the two stopped fighting, Zhao Longshi frowned slightly and turned his head to look as if he had seen a picture of blood floating in Linjiang City.

"This son... is too much."

Zhao Longshi frowned.

The death of so many Dao sect disciples has a huge impact on the Dao sect as a whole, and will even affect the future luck of the Dao sect. After all, young disciples are the foundation of the Dao sect and will inherit the Dao sect in the future. Pillars.

However, the geniuses of the Fourth Stage, including An Fan, were slaughtered by Fang Lang. This is to let the Dao Sect be broken down!

"Xuanyuan Taihua is not so cruel!"

Zhao Longshi's face was grim.

After that, with a flick of Fuchen, he didn't intend to continue fighting with Chao Xiaojian.

He is going to see the situation in Linjiang City.

However, Chao Xiaojian refused. Although Fang Lang's killing was somewhat unexpected, Chao Xiaojian felt refreshed to the extreme.

Fuck! As expected, he was the one he fancyed towards Xiaojian's master sister!

This violent temper is really in line with his heart toward Xiaojian!

"Zhao Longshi, young people are confronted by young people, what are you messing with, old man?"

Sweeping towards Xiaojianjian, suddenly countless flying swords suddenly fell like a galaxy that turned into a cathartic nine-day galaxy!

However, Zhao Longshi ignored it, and the art formation was pushed out, as if a mountain was moving horizontally, entangled the Jianhe towards the small sword, while fighting, while flying towards Linjiang City.

Chao Xiaojian couldn't, he still had a gap with Zhao Longshi in terms of hard power, but Chao Xiaojian was also ruthless in his heart.

If he is really anxious, don't blame him desperately at Xiaojian.

Even the little guy Fang Lang dared to do so desperately, he couldn't lose a person to Xiaojian, he was also the name of a white-haired sword demon who was killed by desperately trying to kill enemies!

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Daozong, above the Tianshan Mountain.

Zhao Taifeng, who was constantly absorbing spiritual power from the Great Dao Mausoleum, frowned while filling the consumption.

His eyes seemed to span time and space, and he saw the pictures in Linjiang City. Fang Lang's cruelty and methods were a little bit beyond his expectation.

And the more so, the more Zhao Taifeng felt that Fang Lang could not be let go. If this son grew up, he would definitely become the second Xuanyuan Taihua.

Perhaps it is a good thing for the Tang Dynasty, but it is not a good thing for his Dao Sect!

Suddenly, Zhao Taifeng's eyes fluctuated, and he turned his head to look at the void, his eyes could not help but he saw the void fluctuate slightly, a horrible breath swept over, someone looming in the clouds, iron armor, horrible blood , Repeated fire burning like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"It's you……"

Zhao Taifeng stared at the burly man in armor who appeared from behind the cloud, frowning slightly.

"Master Zhao, how about cooperating?"

The burly man said lightly.

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Linjiang City.

In the mountain road hundreds of miles outside the city, an old monk in cassock, leaning on a scepter, followed by a radish-headed monk, walked in style, and the mountain road flew by like a caterpillar under his feet.

The face of the old monk was full of wrinkles, and his robes and robes were flying.

"Master, where are we going to leave the mountain gate?"

"It will soon be the day when our disciples of the Sea of ​​Buddha and the geniuses of the demons and demons in the Lingshan Demon Que clash with each other. Master, don't you lead this battle, but what do you leave the mountain gate for?"

The little monk raised his head, his face was a little worried.

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the little monk, his face full of kindness: "The Lingshan Demon Que guarded by the Sea of ​​Buddhism is not the same as the demon Que guarded by other forces. In Buddhism, we emphasize compassion and do not kill, so Ten ninth ranks entered the world of demons and turned into pagodas, expelled the demons and beasts in the demon queer, opened up a piece of Buddha's domain, and kept one side peaceful."

"However, on the side of the demon world, ten strong men of the demon race and the demon race have also appeared, incarnate in the demon tower, confronting my Buddhist masters, and competing, which can be regarded as a kind of communication between the two worlds. ."

"Rather than agree, there will be a confrontation between the younger generation of geniuses every ten years."

"If it wins, one demon tower will retreat; if it fails, my Buddhist pagoda will retreat one."

The words of the old monk made the face of the little monk full of solemnity.

"Yes, Master, this year's stupa is about to start fighting, since you always know, what are we still doing here?"

The little monk said anxiously.

The old monk chuckled lightly, raised his head, put his palm in front of him, and let out a sigh of relief.

"One hundred and eighty-nine years have passed in a blink of an eye, and this year is the last ten years...In the first eighteen clashes, there were half wins and losses. Now there is one stupa and one demon tower."

"This last battle is very important."

"If it wins, Lingshan Demon Que has maintained its stability for nearly two hundred years and will continue. If it loses, Demon World will surely drive away the demon beasts driven away from the pagoda within the Demon Que, and even the sea of ​​Buddha will no longer be viewed. Taiping."

"And, for a very important reason, this last stupa cannot be retired."

"And do you think I can steadily win this last battle by watching the younger generation of the Buddha Sea?"

The old monk's eyes were a bit deep.

The little monk suddenly became unhappy: "Master, do you look down on me?"

The old monk twitched his mouth, raised his hand and tapped on the head of the little monk: "This year, the demons and demons are fully prepared. Those of you who are doing asceticism in the world of demons send back news that the demons will send out the demons this year. The saint and the demon..."

The old monk's face gradually became serious: "In the view of the Buddha, the messages sent by your brothers who have entered the world of demons and ascetics indicate that the talents of the demon saints and demons are the most terrifying in the world, and the roots are even more terrifying. People, according to the roots of the Tang Dynasty, are even suspected to be close to the most sacred bones in the ancient books!"

"Do you think you can go to you?"

The old monk looked at the little monk and asked.

The little monk opened his mouth slightly and shook his head unceasingly.

Most Holy Bone?

Is there really the most holy bone in the world? !

"Then Master is going to Linjiang City here to give the only foreign aid quota to Dao Sect's An Fan? That An Fan's strength is said to be pretty good, but is he the Most Sacred Bone?"

The little monk asked with upset eyebrows.

The wrinkles on the old monk's face were stacked, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Linjiang City, smiled deeply, and said softly, "We are not looking for An Fan."

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"We are looking for Fang Lang, the new champion of this year."

"What kind of roots Fang Lang is, Lao Na doesn't know, but... he is a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal."

"that's enough."

The little monk on the side was startled, didn't he look for An Fan? Going to find Fang Lang, the disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal?

The little monk thought of the sword inserted in the pagoda of Guanfohai, and couldn't help being silent.

If it is a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua, maybe... you can compete with the demon saint and demon clan?

However, the little monk was still a little unconvinced in his heart.

After all, Xuanyuan Taihua is Xuanyuan Taihua, and her disciple... is a disciple.

Can Xuanyuan Taihua's disciples be on par with Xuanyuan Taihua? !

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Linjiang City.

The outside of the city once again fought and fought together, but the identities of the two sides were reversed. The Jianshu Sect powerhouse who originally planned to open the city gate chose to block the Dao Sect powerhouse.

For a time, the two sides fought real fire, and the sword light technique array was intertwined, and the road outside the city was bumped into bumps!

Turbulence spread into the city, causing a panic among the people of Linjiang City!

But in the city, people feel even more panic!

Fang Lang walked towards the outside of Linjiang City step by step, and the Dao Sect’s fourth-rank disciples died. The remaining third-rank disciples gathered together, confronted Fang Lang, and kept moving on the long street. The direction of the city gate retreated.

Looking down from a high altitude, it was as if Fang Lang alone was forcing hundreds of third-rank disciples from the Dao Sect.

Around, the quacks were already terrified. Although the disciples of the Dao Sect offered generous prices, but thinking of the group of quacks who died in the restaurant, the rest were only afraid.

Fang Lang's eyes did not fluctuate too sharply.

He walked on foot, his blood-stained clothes flying, and alone, he had forced hundreds of Dao Sect disciples to dare not make any changes.

I didn't dare to Jieyin, I didn't dare to make a loud noise, I could only step back, back...

After retreating to the gate of the city, there is no retreat.

The main reason was that Fang Lang killed so many Dao Sect's fourth-rank disciples, and he gathered a momentum invisible, which was a shocking force.

Killing one is a crime, Tu Wan is a male!

Although Fang Lang had never killed 10,000, he still had an awe-inspiring aura.

The Dao Sect disciples who were forced to retreat to the city gate looked ugly. Among the crowd, there were Dao Sect disciples who screamed inwardly: "Fang Lang! Linjiang City has been blocked by our Dao Sect strong. You can't kill it!"

"Could it be that you really intend to kill us all?"

"Then what's the difference between your actions and demons?"

Among the crowd, Li Yuanzhen was pale and didn't know what to say. He stared at Fang Lang, but saw Fang Lang heard such words, his steps stopped, and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

This smile made Li Yuanzhen's hair stand up and his pores tightened.

"He really can kill! He really can kill!"

Li Yuanzhen turned around and ran towards the gate, slapped the gate hard.

As for Fang Lang, facing a group of Dao Sect's third-rank disciples, the gentle smile on his face had not yet dissipated.

The figure shook, he suddenly swooped out, and rushed into the crowd while the effect of the double lasting card had not disappeared!

The obsidian sword was swung, and the sword intent burst out.

The sword thunder swept through the thunder, like a azure blue thunder dragon, stirring among the third-rank disciples, bringing up a puff of blood!

As long as the Dao Sect's third-rank disciple who dared to make a move, Fang Lang didn't have any politeness, and his sword fell.

In the sun, blood is blooming like a flower, Fang Lang walks one step, kills one person, and ten steps kills ten people.

The white robe on his body had already been dyed blood.

The white clothes turned into blood clothes, but his face did not change much.

Li Yuanzhen knelt and sat on the ground blankly, his whole body trembled, and he even forgot about the formation.

The sound of **** footsteps came.

Fang Lang held the obsidian sword obliquely, walked to Li Yuanzhen's side, turned his head and glanced at him.

Li Yuanzhen had no gods in his eyes, numbly raised his head and looked at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang watched quietly.

For a long time, a gentle smile bloomed on his face. This smile was deeply engraved in Li Yuanzhen's heart, like a demon walking out of the sea of ​​blood from the dead mountain!

Afterwards, Fang Lang held the Obsidian sword obliquely and passed Li Yuanzhen without killing him.

Around, the Dao Sect disciples who had fallen on the ground were shaking physically and mentally.

Fang Lang did not slaughter them, but these disciples had completely lost their intent to fight, and only the endless shadows Fang Lang left for them were left!

Fang Lang's hands were full of blood, and the obsidian sword was sheathed.

Standing under the tower, he raised his eyes to look at the guards of Linjiang City above the tower.

"Open the door, trouble."

Fang Lang smiled genially, and said slightly towards the soldier who defended the city.

On the tower, a group of soldiers in armor swallowed their saliva, and dared not to rebel, they hurriedly opened the gate of Linjiang City.

Crunch...

The city gate slowly opened, and the sun shining diagonally across Fang Lang's blood-stained figure.

Under his feet, behind him, is a **** road with corpses all over the field.

Outside the city.

Stop Ge.

The operation array was ups and downs, sealing the city.

But the opening of the city gate also allows the scenery inside the city to be seen in the eyes of many powerful men of the city's diplomatic front.

Everyone looked at ~www.ltnovel.com~ with their mouths slightly open.

Mountains and forests in the distance.

The two monks, the old and the young, seemed to shrink into an inch.

Looking at Fang Lang with blood dripping from the corners of the city gate, the little monk involuntarily touched his bald head, his lips moaned for a while.

"Master...Master...I took it."

"Master, do we... really want to invite him?"

The old monk's eyes were deep, and the depths of his pupils reflected the tragic scene of Linjiang City, like the **** of Shura. He sighed and folded his palms together.

"Amitabha."

"It's him."

PS: The heart makes an abnormal noise. You can’t sit for a long time. Take more rest. As long as you sit for too long, your chest will tingle. Alas, I’m a bit at a loss. This is the first time I have been writing a book for so many years. Stable, sorry.