Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 For his own strength to become stronger again, Fang Lang is not too surprised. After all, he is bound to so many geniuses. With the strength of geniuses increasing, Fang Lang will also unknowingly become stronger.

　　 This is the companionship, this is the power of fetters.

　　 The existence of the system is so overbearing. This is the power of the system.

　　 Fang Lang is actually very curious about the origin of the system, but curiosity does not mean that he can discover the origin of the system at his current level.

　　Perhaps, when he reaches the level of Xuanyuan Taihua and others, and has the power to detach from this world, he may be able to know the secret of the system.

　　 However, I have to say that it is indeed because of the system that Fang Lang's life trajectory can undergo such a big change, and that he can grow from a small academy crane tail to become the most outstanding Tang champion nowadays.

　　Fang Lang is grateful for the system. Of course, Fang Lang's own hard work is indispensable. After all, Fang Lang has been on the verge of life and death many times, and even almost died.

　　 "It turns out that old **** has become stronger. If old **** doesn't make a splash, I will almost forget her."

　　 "With my current strength, unknowingly, old **** can no longer follow in my footsteps..."

　　 "However, Jiang has become stronger this time. It is a bit weird. It doesn't seem to be a breakthrough in his own strength. It seems...related to blood."

　　 Fang Lang whispered.

　　 With so many fetters bound, Fang Lang could clearly feel the origin of the change in his own strength.

　　 That's why he was surprised.

Fang Lang would not be surprised if it was from the promotion of Bai Ling, the saint of the demon race. After all, Bai Ling's own strength had already reached the pinnacle of the fourth rank, and he could enter the fifth rank at any time. Because of the blood of the emperor, the understanding of "meaning" can far exceed ordinary people.

　　 The improvement of strength will naturally be quick.

　　 Not only Bai Ling, but also the Demon Clan Demon Chi Yun, these two hanging walls that are close to the Most Holy Bone, no matter how fast they improve, Fang Lang feels normal.

　　 "The old **** nowadays... not so good."

　　 "By the way, old **** is so good-looking, he should cry for a long time with a punch, right?"

　　 Fang Lang muttered, amusing himself.

　　 The people who had been with him, now they are all separated.

　　Fang Lang is the only one who walks alone from the view of the Buddha Sea.

　　 Mind retracted from the system, Fang Lang dressed in white, walking on the official road in Yimapingchuan, with weeds on both sides, looking into the distance, with no end in sight.

　　 However, Fang Lang is faintly visible, and there is a primitive mountain range in the distance, primitive mountain range.

　　 There was Fang Lang’s target this time, Mai Zong.

　　 Four swords of reincarnation of life and death, he drew three. Now, there is only the last lotus sword. As long as he drew this sword, Fang Lang's current wandering journey should come to an end.

　　 Then he can summon Xuanyuan Taihua to return. When that happens, Fang Lang will have the strongest thigh to hold him, and no one dares to provoke him.

　　 Xuanyuan Taihua is the existence that can make many powerful transcendence realms afraid of it.

　　 has many fans.

　　Being able to become such a strong disciple, Fang Lang felt that it was inseparable from his efforts. Because of his efforts, he moved the other party.

　　 The ground under his feet is shrinking rapidly, Fang Lang's current strength can already reach the level of shrinking the ground to an inch.

　　 Today, he is no longer the weak who was forced to hide in the city.

　　 White clothes flying, black hair drifting, Fang Lang carries a sword box on his back, with a sword hidden in the box.

　　 He is like a chic swordsman, but also like a young master Pian Pian who wanders into the world.

　　 Between walking, it’s like being a fairy.

　　 There is no dust on the ground, and there is only a black shadow on the official road, galloping at a speed that is difficult to capture.

　　 In the end, it turned into a white light and plunged into the end of the official road, plunged into the vast mountains like a giant.

　　...

　　...

　　In the dense forest, there is wind blowing.

　　 Fang Lang's white clothes corner was rolled up by a gust of wind, he stopped his steps, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

　　 His eyes swept across the dense forest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　 is interesting.

　　 Fang Lang straightened his waist and slowed down. In the sword box, the Obsidian Sword was automatically unsheathed and fell into Fang Lang's hands.

　　 hum...

　　 The sword uttered a clear sword chant, like a blue dragon drilled out of the abyss, making a high-pitched sound toward the sky.

　　 The obsidian sword hovered on Fang Lang's shoulder, floating quietly, like a fish out of the water, playing happily.

　　沙沙沙...

　　 As Fang Lang stepped slightly, stepping on the fallen leaves of the ancient trees in the dense forest, the faint sound came, causing the darkness in the dense forest to gradually ripple.

　　 In an instant, everyone was attracted.

　　...

　　In the dense forest.

　　 All in armor, the eyes of the three princes riding a white horse condensed suddenly.

　　 Beside him, a burly general of Asilao Mountain spoke coldly and solemnly.

"coming."

　　 The third prince Li Liancheng's mouth slightly tilted: "He really came, and he deserves to be Xuanyuan Taihua's good apprentice."

　　 "He should know that this trip to Maizong is likely to be full of crises, but he is still here, really confident enough and arrogant enough."

　　 "He seems to be confident in his own strength."

　　 "But also, in the battle of the pagoda, he is the saint devil who overpowers the demon race and the demon race."

　　 There was a slight smile in Li Liancheng's voice.

　　 Fang Lang is here, he is very happy.

　　 "Let people stop him, if you can capture the best, if you resist, kill him."

　　 Li Liancheng, said.

　　 This time, Fang Lang must die.

Behind Li Liancheng, the strong men of Asilun Mountain and the strong men of Dao Sect frowned and asked: "Your Highness, this is outside the door of Mai Zong Mountain. If we do this, will it cause the Master of Mai Zong? note?"

　　 Their worries are not unreasonable.

　　 You must know that the Sect Master is not a weak person. Although he is not detached, he is able to possess a power that is not weaker than detachment with the help of bloodline research.

　　 Once the opponent is disturbed, what is waiting for them may be the wrath of the Xeon.

　　 Li Liancheng is very relaxed: "Don't worry, Mai Zong will not help Fang Lang."

　　 He rode on a white horse, and looked back at the Maizong Mountain Gate that looked like a mirage in the desert.

　　 "Although the imperial uncle of Maizong is not interested in imperial power, he is very interested in iron law."

　　 "The power of the Maizong is not weak, as long as the army does not break into the realm of the Maizong, it will not cause your obstruction by the Maizong."

　　 "And Maizong will not try to save Fang Lang, because Sect Master Maizong is very interested in Xuanyuan Taihua's sword."

　　 Li Liancheng's mouth is slightly raised, confident.

　　 He is very clear about the positioning of Maizong.

　　 The Maizong is still ignoring Fang Lang. What actions they take outside of the Maizong, as long as they don't break the rules of the Maizong, the second sect in the world will not take action.

　　 "Go, as long as Fang Lang can't set foot in the desert area, Mai Zong... don't worry."

　　 Li Liancheng said.

　　 Several strong men looked at each other one after another, and then disappeared.

　　 Li Liancheng held the reins, his eyes were deep, deep, with a touch of madness and anticipation.

　　...

　　...

　　 The cool breeze howled, and the fallen leaves were flying.

　　The flying leaves are like a colorful snow.

　　 Fang Lang stopped his pace, motionless, and the white clothes corners were also hanging down, like an unsheathed sacred front.

In the distance, between the ancient trees in the sky, there are layers of passes, the wooden frame pass, blocking the way to Maizong, some soldiers in gold and armor, holding a long ge, a saber on their waist, and a horizontal sword, stand in front of the obstacle. Row.

　　 ambush?

　　 Fang Lang's smile grew thicker, he seemed to know...who was stopping him.

　　 Fang Lang didn't stop. Around him, there seemed to be invisible ripples, like fallen leaves blown by the wind and snow, everything was shaken away invisible.

　　 That is Fang Lang's intention.

　　 "It's just right to come here, and it's a fight to support me."

　　 "Thousands of troops and horses, support me."

　　 There were ten years of warming up and a sword.

　　 There is a square champion, Wan Jun, who wants to raise up.

　　 Fang Lang chuckled and moved forward.

　　 came out of the pass, the wooden shelf blocked the way, a soldier holding a weapon, with a serious face and sweating staring at the white cloth that came from the end of the road.

　　 Datang world scientific research champion Lang, Fang Lang!

　　 A peerless murderer!

　　 A murderous man who slaughtered all the younger disciples of the Dao Sect!

　　 The champion Lang had already seen them and saw the thousands of horses behind them, but Fang Lang did not stop, walking like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard, as if walking in his back garden.

　　 Thousands of fallen leaves surged up from the ground.

　　 seems to have been given a fierce power, as if turned into an unsheathed god!

　　 That is the power of mind, the five-grade realm, and what it cultivates is mind.

　　 is not only the fifth stage, after the fifth stage, and before the ninth stage, what you raise is the mind.

　　 There are many kinds of meanings between heaven and earth.

　　 For example, Wen Ting raises a sword for ten years, and what he raises is the intention of feeding the sword.

　　Like old ginger, her meaning is the sword intent of the four seasons, a kind of meaning that draws the power of heaven and earth for her own use.

　　 And Fang Lang, he has the sword intent of ten thousand swords, he has the intent of sword in time...

　　 Plus the many sword intents of the bound bond, among them are the old ginger, the demon saint, the demon demon, and the Wen Ting...

　　 Fang Lang’s mind is much more colorful than ordinary people can only comprehend one mind.

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang's meaning is colorful.

　　 At this moment, Fang Lang released, and what he contained was...the sword intent of ten thousand swords.

　　 Before the pass.

　　Many soldiers, cold sweats and Cencen, their hands holding Changge and swords, are shaking uncontrollably.

　　 They could clearly see that the white-clothed swordsman who wandered in the leisurely courtyard was unrestrained and unrestrained.

Flying leaves all over the sky, long forests of ancient roads, white clothes holding swords, as if at this moment, turned into a quiet picture, in the picture, flying leaves all over the sky rise from the ground, like an endless backflow of rain, but it seems endless sword.

　　 weird and terrifying!

what is this?

　　The backs of every soldier on guard were soaked, as if being pointed at by a sword with a handle.

　　 Most of these are second-rank and third-rank soldiers, and fear spreads deep in their hearts.

　　Why should they become the people who hinder this champion from going forward?

　　 Such an existence, who dares to stop? Who can stop? !

　　 Fang Lang came on foot, and the surrounding scenery was disappearing.

　　 Soon, he came to the pass and faced the soldiers.

　　 Fang Lang's intention became stronger and stronger, vaguely, as if the "god" hovering over the heads of many soldiers, it was a kind of overlooking power!

　　 The soldiers had stiff muscles, and Feiye pointed at them one by one, but they didn't dare to move.

　　 They roared in their hearts and wanted to move, but the fear of their bodies could not be suppressed.

　　 For a time, the awe of the other waves in the hearts of many soldiers reached its culmination.

　　 Fang Lang smiled, lightly raised his hand, and held the obsidian sword floating on his shoulder. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 At the moment of holding the sword, flying leaves all over the sky seemed to tremble.

　　 Like a fight turns and the stars move, a clear sword chant is issued.

　　 Fang Lang held the sword and waved it lightly in front of him.

　　 is like holding a brush and splashing ink in front of you.

　　 Pass, cut in half.

　　 broke open!

　　 rumbling!

　　 Above the sky, black clouds hit, and as Fang Lang's family chopped out, it seemed to split the dam that blocked the clouds and rain in the sky, and the endless rain poured down.

　　 The soldiers at the pass did not dare to stop.

　　 Fang Lang leaped over them lightly, facing the flying leaves and the torrential rain.

　　 Stop, squeeze the sword, and raise the chin.

　　 As before, on the ring, full of spirits.

　　 looked very far.

　　 In the dense forest with heavy rain, there is a black line that spreads for several miles, quietly emerging from the depths of the dense forest.

　　 Then there was thunder, like an endless sea of ​​thunder!

　　 seems to be there.

　　 Thousands of troops and horses are galloping, coming overwhelmingly!

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