The fire demons rage in the distance, and the battle behind them was fierce, while the alley in front of them was dark and cold, filled with invisible murderous intent that was cold into the bones. Once Fu Jingtao was a little careless, even the belt bones would be swallowed by the demons in the dark, and they would be completely swallowed from the

The world disappeared. He held the hilt tightly with his five fingers, feeling every tremor of the sword body, his will extend, and the sword made a trembling sound of thirsty drinking blood.

At this time, the sword was his most powerful and trustworthy reliance.

Even if there are many enemies and we are few? Just fight!

I saw the black shadow flashing, and two other masters rushed in the air, one used a mace and the other used an iron spear, and greeted the vital points of the head and chest. The mace was swung like a dark cloud pressing its head and chest, at least a thousand pounds of power.

; The iron spear sucks cold light like a dragon tumbling, transforming several deadly spear flowers. This is a perfect combination of strength and skill, fully exerting the characteristics of long weapons being conducive to long attacks. The moves are ruthless and decisive, and they are determined to make the opponent ruthless.

kill.

Fu Jingtao knew very well that this was a killing game that would never stop, and he would die if he retreated.

Only by using a sword to open a bloody road and strive for that glimmer of hope.

His eyes were like torch, captured the movements and postures of the opponent, calculated the trajectory and landing point of the gun rod, his heart beat strongly, and the technique of igniting gas and blood when his feet kicked the ground, and the energy contained in his muscles and bones exploded, whisper! The whole person suddenly came from the original

The ground disappears.

clang!

The sword light flew like a white rainbow, passing through the shadow of the gun and flower stick.

Because the sword speed is too fast, time seems to be still for a moment - the heavy black mace, the rotating and shaking gun blade, the floating corners of the clothes and the fierce and fierce expressions of the two masters, it seems to be frozen at this moment, and the speed is fast.

The sword of advancement forms a strong contrast.

The two men clearly saw Fu Jingtao's figure passing by, but they had no choice but to use their moves. The speed of the response of their limbs and torso could not keep up with their brains, but they felt a chill of heart and energy leaked. Bang! Clang! The gun rod fell from his hands and fell to the ground.

The two of them covered their chests in disbelief and fell slowly, but they didn't understand why they lost in one move until they died.

"This kid knows magic!" "Don't let him escape!"

The enemies jumped out one after another, using their unique skills to intercept the ghostly Fu Jingtao, and did not hesitate to use poison arrows, poison needles, and poison smoke to try to block his steps.

Although the ideas are beautiful, the reality is cruel.

Fu Jingtao, a man and a sword, did not get too entangled with them too much. Anyway, he went back and forth to solve the problem - making the heavy weapons too clumsy, making the swords not as sharp as his sword, and using hidden weapons to block the close-up

If you kill, the strong internal strength cannot catch up with him.

The sword energy is scattered and blood is splattered step by step.

But after a few breaths, it is only ten steps away from the entrance of the alley.

Fu Jingtao was marching at high speed and killed several masters in succession. His true energy was finally exhausted and he had to condense his body to breathe. Unexpectedly, when his momentum declined, a sharp and fierce sword energy was vented.

Sweeping from the horizontal line, the strong and bloody murderous intent made people almost suffocate.

Fu Jingtao Ru stepped into the swamp quagmire with one foot. Her originally rapid body movement was immediately greatly reduced, but she saw a sharp sword light in the darkness and slashed it in the waist, and the timing was very good.

The wind is strong and the cold is severe.

The cruel and domineering terrifying knife intention locked the surrounding space, revealing the determination to kill without any concealment.

Fu Jingtao looked towards the sword light, his heart sank, and he cried out: "Pang Hentian!"

"Hen Tian Jian King" Pang Hentian is one of the famous sword masters in the world today. He is a famous Demon Sect powerhouse. He was sent by the leader of the Demon Sect to Tokyo thousands of miles to try to get involved in the wealth of Jiuyou Valley. Later, he was temporarily endured due to his plan.

Qualifications, cultivation, and martial arts, he steadily surpassed Fu Jingtao's two levels. This time he made a move to bully the small, and he didn't care about face. Of course, the Demon Sect and Xuanyuan Gate were incompatible, and the conflict between them continued.

In the past century, it has been common for genius disciples who assassinate each other. In the face of the interests of the sect, personal reputation is nothing.

Pang Hentian's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold, as if he was a bloodthirsty lion who was attacking fiercely, lingering evil spirits. The nine-ring sword in his hand was like thunder, and he wished he could cut Fu Jingtao into meat scraps in the first shot. With his

The status of a junior is actually a surprise attack, no matter how you look at it, it will be a shame. If you can't take your life with one move, it may be a joke in the future.

The dignified Demon Sect protector ambushed the Xuanyuan disciple who was under the age of 18, which can be said to be a slaughter of a killer.

No matter how confident Fu Jingtao is, he knows that there is a huge gap in his cultivation level between him and Pang Hentian, and he may not be able to fight head-on.

The sword wind roars, and there is no way to avoid it.

The sword light flashed, and the long sword came first, and the precision pierced the edge of the blade. Dingding Ding Ding Ding! The sword collided, splashing countless sparks.

Fu Jingtao's arm shook violently, and he flew up along the sword's direction, like a human-shaped stone bullet that was out of the bore, hitting the wall sideways, cleverly transferring the power of the shock. He heard a few loud bangs.

He shot through several walls in succession and landed in an empty yard, with his head and body covered with gray dust.

Pang Hentian was furious. This slippery boy actually used his strength to escape?! He stomped his feet and chased him, shouting: "If you have the guts, don't run away!"

How could Fu Jingtao stay in place stupidly? He spat out a mouthful of fishy blood foam, flapped his arms and swept up the roof on the right, intending to use the night to get rid of the enemy's pursuit.

When he had just stepped on the tiles, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, with a sharp sword energy and a cold mountain. The visitor carried his hands on his back and looked at Fu Jingtao coldly, with resentment and resentment burning in his eyes, emitting extremely dangerous

The killing aura: "Boy, this road is not clear!"

"Shi Tiefo!"

Fu Jingtao's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe his eyes. Who is Shi Tiefo? He is one of the nine giants in Lingbo Pavilion, Tuoba Jian's master, and a super strong man who once competed with Jiang Lie!

In the past, there is no difference between dying and death.

Thirty-six strategies are the best.

Fu Jingtao took off to the air without hesitation and rose again, twisted his waist and changed direction, and ran towards the place where no one was around.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay!"

With a low Buddha's name, a bald monk with a shiny gray robe fell from the sky. A convenient shovel in his hand stirred up a large piece of cold light, like a copper wall and an indestructible iron wall. His treasure is solemn, with both the compassion of saving the world and the mercy of subduing demons and protecting the Dharma.

Majesty - Don’t think too much about it, this must be an eminent monk from Wuxiang Temple in the Southern Tang Dynasty!

Fu Jingtao's mouth was bitter, and he felt ten times more uncomfortable than swallowing Huanglian. Pang Hentian, Shi Tiefo and the monk Wuxiang Temple, any one of them was firmly better than him, let alone the three of them join forces? I'm afraid that such treatment would be the rest of the people.

You can't enjoy it!

Even with Fu Jingtao's tenacious will, he couldn't help but feel shaken at this moment, and he felt a kind of sadness and depression of being isolated and helpless.
Chapter completed!