I have a sword in my head

Fang Haotian and Xu Yeyue stopped when their faces changed slightly. The black iron spear in the other party's hand flashes brilliantly. You can know it's extraordinary at a glance.

Although the strength of the virtual night moon is not below him, at this moment, Fang Haotian, as a man, naturally stepped forward to protect the virtual night moon behind him.

Seeing Fang Haotian's move, the virtual night moon smiled and was moved in her eyes.

No matter how strong she is, she is a woman after all. Which woman in the world doesn't want to be taken care of by a man?

This is nature and has nothing to do with being strong or not.

Of course, there are many men in the world who like to be "taken care of" by beautiful women, but Fang Haotian is obviously not such a man.

Fang Haotian stared at the black masked man in front and shouted, "who are you and why are you blocking the way?"

"Hey, hey."

The man in black suddenly reached out and took off the black cloth on his face, revealing a strange face. Who is not that strange middle-aged man?

"Is that you?"

Fang Haotian's eyes narrowed. He knew that he should be Lu Fu, who was written down by the other party.

Sure enough, the eccentric middle-aged man grinned and said, "I know you have white Yuelan. Give it all and the Xuanshi you sold just now... No, give your storage bag. If you know better, I can keep you a whole body. Otherwise, I'll kill you and sell your partner to the brothel. Although she is a little ugly, she is young. Some rich people like to play with young ugly women. "

His smile made his strange and ugly face even more ugly.

"Damn it."

The empty night moon spat.

Fang Haotian clenched his fist and said, "so we'll die if we don't hand over our things?"

"Of course." The eccentric middle-aged man said, "if you let go, people will know that I focus on some big families in the market. How can I continue to do business? Besides, although I have eight cultivation accomplishments in Lingwu realm, I'm not invincible. If you two were born badly, wouldn't I be dead if I let you go back and call someone? Well, stop talking nonsense. Killing people and setting fire to gold belts, killing people and robbing goods are always the best business. This is the way of cultivation. Only by stepping on the bones of others as a stepping stone, can you go higher! So you two just accept your fate! "

After listening to his words, Fang Haotian turned back and looked at the empty night moon. Then Fang Haotian turned back and looked at the strange middle-aged man and said with a smile: "so you're only the eighth weight of Lingwu territory."

"Eight fingers can crush you, a heavy rookie."

The eccentric middle-aged man raised his black iron spear.

"Really?"

Fang Haotian showed the ghost crying sword and said, "night moon, step back... Your tone is calm, but it's like a volcano that will erupt, and the blood in your body has boiled.

Although he has had the experience of killing Ye Tianlong, a nine fold master, the eight fold cultivation of an eccentric middle-aged man is still a rare master for Haotian.

For the other Haotian, the experts at the seven, eight and nine levels are the ones he is most eager to fight. As for the seven fold below, he has little interest. As long as he wants to kill each other, it will naturally be boring.

The empty night moon retreats like a word. She knows that Fang Haotian killed Ye Tianlong, so now she doesn't worry about Fang Haotian because of the eight cultivation accomplishments of this eccentric middle-aged talent.

Even if the other party's means are unique and her strength is still above Ye Tianlong, the virtual night moon also believes that Fang Haotian has enough strength to protect herself. It's not too late for her to take another shot at that time.

Seeing the virtual night moon retreating, the eccentric middle-aged man didn't think it was the virtual night moon. The other Haotian was confident in her strength. She just wanted to take the opportunity to escape, so she suddenly gave a light roar in her mouth and shouted, "take her down."

When the cry fell, he rushed forward, shrouded in the shadow of the gun as fast as lightning, and the gun flowers fluttered, trying to stab countless caves in Fang Haotian's body.

"Hum!"

As soon as Fang Haotian tightened the ghost crying sword, he rubbed his body and waved his sword angrily.

When... In a flash, there was a rapid sound of weapon impact in the alley.

At this time, the strange middle-aged man's companion had rushed to the virtual night moon with a knife. The pace of the ghost, a rushed close to the virtual night moon in front of a knife.

"Die."

The empty night moon flashed from one side of the knife, raised her white palm, and immediately filled the air with palm shadow, revealing the nine powers.

The partner of the strange middle-aged man suddenly changed his face and was about to retreat, but it was too late. The palm of the virtual night moon had patted him.

Pop!

The sound of palm patting the body is not big, but for the photographed, it is like being hit by a giant hammer. A terrible impact force penetrates into his body from the palm of his hand, and he flies backwards uncontrollably.

"Die."

Before the other party landed, the virtual night moon caught up with her as soon as she lifted her feet and pointed out.

Poof!

The strange middle-aged man's accomplice's throat suddenly became a little red, but when he fell to the ground, his throat burst and died instantly.

After killing his opponent, the virtual night moon took off the other party's storage bag and turned around and said with a smile: "I want to rob with this strength. I'm really worried about your IQ."

"Not good."

The eccentric middle-aged man fought fiercely with Fang Haotian at this time, and he was more and more frightened. Fang Haotian is a rookie in Lingwu realm. His strength is not under him.

Now he saw that his companion, whose strength was the seventh heaviest in the Lingwu realm, was killed by the virtual night moon. His heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He knew that he might kick the iron plate today.

"You, who are you?"

The eccentric middle-aged man shook his gun and stabbed wildly, and shouted. But he seemed to be shaking his gun and stabbing wildly, but in fact, he moved backward and obviously wanted to escape.

"Is it too late to ask now?"

Fang Haotian is also a man with rich experience in fighting. He immediately understood the other party's idea of forcing him back and then taking the opportunity to escape. So he didn't retreat but entered. The ghost cried and the sword power changed, and the shadow of the sword suddenly rose all over the sky.

Whew, whew, whew!

As fast as lightning, the shadow of the sword shrouded out. It was the cold light of the angry sword.

Come on, more!

Fang Haotian's sword posture changed and was many times more powerful than the sword technique used in the battle just now. The strange middle-aged man was a little unprepared.

The strange middle-aged man was originally good at fast shooting, and then his shooting was a long group attack, but compared with Fang Haotian's sword move at this time, his speed was too slow, and his overwhelming was like a few raindrops.

The eccentric middle-aged man almost instinctively waved his medium and long gun one after another and blocked Fang Haotian's more than 30 swords one after another. The shadow couldn't help but retreat.

Now he doesn't want to quit, but is forced to quit.

Although they all retreat, they have different meanings.

Self retreat, calm performance, the situation is under their own control, and they are fully capable of escaping.

But being pushed back, the control is in the other party's hands.

With this retreat, the eccentric middle-aged man immediately felt the threat of death and seemed to be unable to prevent it at any time. In the face of such a terrible sword technique, he had no time to think. He was completely defending by instinct.

"The second move!"

The ghost crying sword in Fang Haotian's hand suddenly solidified, and the shadow of the sword disappeared. In an instant, it turned into a four meter Qi sword and burst out.

The strange middle-aged man blocked the sword by instinct just now. He was a little used to dozens of swords. Fang Haotian's sudden outburst of Qi sword made his face change sharply. With many years of experience from life and death, he showed his most powerful defensive gun move in general, and protected it in front of him.

Bang!

Qi sword stab is the defensive trend of the eccentric middle-aged man and hit the gun rod of the eccentric middle-aged man.

At the moment when the sword touched the gun, Peng's Qi sword exploded and turned into countless sword Qi shot into the body of the strange middle-aged man. The Qi sword shot from behind him, into the nearby wall and shot countless holes in the wall.

Poof poof

The strange middle-aged man was spewing blood arrows. He stared at Fang Haotian, looked desperate, and his mouth moved to say something. But he couldn't even speak. His eyes suddenly became dim, fell to the ground and died.

The virtual night moon came over, weighed the storage bag in her hand and said with a smile: "whoever kills the man, the booty is who's. This strange guy must have a storage bag on him. You're going to pick him up. "

Fang Haotian bent down and looked for a while. He soon took off the strange middle-aged man's storage bag and conveniently took away the strange middle-aged man's black iron spear.

This gun is also a good gun. It is very close to the level of spirit level treasure.

"Let's see who gets the most?"

The empty night moon opens the storage bag in the good hand and checks it.

Fang Haotian also opened it. After a while, Fang Haotian suddenly froze.

Aware that Fang Hao's divine feelings were different, the virtual night moon was a little nervous and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Let's hurry back to the inn."

Fang Hao is really a little nervous.

The empty night moon is very strange, but he doesn't ask any more. He leaves in a hurry with Fang Haotian and returns to the inn.

After the two entered Fang Haotian's room and closed the door, the virtual night moon couldn't wait to ask, "what happened?"

Fang Hao Tianma took out a book that looked a little old from the eccentric middle-aged man's storage bag and whispered, "there's a soul domain secret."

The empty night moon took out the book to read.

On the cover of the book, there are four simple words "soul domain secret skill".

The empty night moon turned two pages and said with a slight frown: "this secret skill can only be practiced by soul fighters with strong natural soul power. We can't practice it at all. You're nervous... The voice suddenly stopped, and meimou's eyes suddenly became big. It's frightening to look at Fang Haotian:" you, you... Are you a soul warrior? "

Fang Haotian first shook his head and then said softly, "have you forgotten that my sensing power is different from ordinary people? The reason is that my soul is stronger than others. But I'm not a soul warrior, and I've never heard of a soul warrior, because I never had a chance to practice soul skills. Now this secret skill is in my hands. I think it's heaven's will... By the way, do I mean those who can attack their opponents with soul power? "

"Well."

The virtual night moon nodded and said, "I don't know much about soul martial arts, but my father once told me that the world is divided into two kinds of martial arts, one is Xuanwu and the other is soul martial arts. Soul fighters are rare, but terrible, because their attack is invisible. One thought can erase the soul power of others. Of course, my father also said that the most powerful person in our imperial dynasty is the xuanhun double cultivator... Ah... "

The empty night moon suddenly exclaimed, and her voice trembled and said, "you were originally a Xuanwu, but your soul power is strong. If you practice soul skill, aren't you the legendary Xuanwu, xuansoul double cultivation..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped talking, turned to open the door, looked left and right, made sure that there was no eavesdropping outside the door, and then returned to the room.