"What? Isn't the lesson I gave last time enough? Just because you want to attack fellow Daoist Zhang? Are you worthy?"
Fang Tiancheng took out the Confucian Sheng pen, blocked Zhang Yi, and looked at Xu Qing fiercely.
"Lord of Fengcheng, help me control the Wuling untouchables, I will deal with him later!"
When Xu Qing thought of Fang Tiancheng's strange tricks before, he felt a little scared and couldn't help asking Feng Wuji beside him for help.
"Are you scared? This is your backbone?"
Fang Tiancheng sneered. He knew that he was not Feng Wuji's opponent, but he could not spare Xu Qing.
"Lord of Fengcheng, I don't want to hear him speak!"
Xu Qing's face looked extremely ugly and he urged him.
Didn’t you notice that the faces of the guard disciples had changed? If the incident in Fengcheng was spread, wouldn’t he be made fun of?
Feng Wuji was a little dissatisfied with Xu Qing's order, and subconsciously frowned, but still flashed, grabbed Fang Tiancheng aside, and used his palm to tightly suppress Fang Tiancheng's throat.
The powerful power of the Great Dao actually made Fang Tiancheng unable to resist. Instead, the Confucian Saint Pen in his hand kept struggling, and a surging astronomy burst out, and a sharp golden light turned into a heavenly sword and rushed straight to Feng Wuji's life gate.
go.
"Damn it! Could this be the supreme magic weapon?"
In desperation, Feng Wuji had to let go of Fang Tiancheng, and his hands kept forming seals, and terrifying streams burst out from his palms.
"Boom boom boom!"
Between the two collided, Feng Wuji's body retreated a few feet, and Fang Tiancheng's mouth was bleeding, and his face was extremely pale. It seemed that the Confucian Shengbi had forced his power to use Fang Tiancheng's power.
collapse.
"Steal the magic weapon in your hand, I can't interfere in this matter!"
Feng Wuji's eyes showed a strong look of greed. This was a supreme magic weapon and was also an extremely rare existence in the ancient realm. How could he not be moved?
"Ahem cough cough..."
Fang Tiancheng rubbed the erect neck, and another ray of blood was overflowing between coughing. He raised his head and smiled red with his eyes, but the smile seemed so miserable.
"Okay, I'll give it to you!"
Fang Tiancheng smiled and threw the Confucian Sheng Pen to Feng Wuji, which surprised Feng Wuji, but he subconsciously took the Confucian Sheng Pen and wanted to forcibly erase the marks.
The sad thing came. He was facing the terrifying counterattack of the Confucian Shengbian. Feng Wuji was instantly wrapped in golden literary energy, and countless weapons and techniques transformed by literary energy were bombarded at him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Feng Wuji was caught off guard by this sudden scene and was busy dealing with it. He was inevitably scarred. The attacks also contained the meaning of the great way, which was enough to hurt his foundation.
"Just because you also want the Confucian Sheng Pen? Is it qualified?"
Anyone who wants to forcibly refine the Confucian Saint Pen will not have a good ending. It is precisely because of this that Fang Tiancheng will throw the Confucian Saint Pen to Feng Wuji without hesitation.
This contains the heroic souls of the first generation of Confucian saints. How could a villain like Feng Wuji be involved?
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I'm no longer able to fight, I'll leave the next thing to you."
Fang Tiancheng leaned against a tree with a tired face and smiled weakly.
The disciples guarding the gate were stunned by the scene in front of them, which was completely beyond their cognition.
"I actually injured an emperor with one magic weapon. Are the people from Wuling so strong?"
"Didn't it mean that Wuling's people are weak? This is different from what we hear."
"Are you weak? Judging from what Senior Brother Xu said before, it seems that he still suffered a loss in the hands of the scholar."
The gatekeeper's expressions looked a little complicated when he looked at Zhang Yi and the others, and the contempt in his eyes was slowly disappearing.
After all, this is a world where strength is respected. They looked down on the Wuling people before because they remembered that the Wuling people were vulnerable.
"Bad! He was actually injured by a magic weapon!"
Xu Qing cursed inwardly, saying that he could not count on Feng Wuji now. Fortunately, he was at the mountain gate of his Three Qing Sect, so he didn't believe that Zhang Yi and the others could still make a big fuss.
"I'll deal with you first while he's seriously injured!"
Xu Qing always thought that Fang Tiancheng was the strongest among the two, and thought that it would be safe to deal with Fang Tiancheng after dealing with Zhang Yi.
"Three clearings and one sword!"
Xu Qing shouted loudly and waved the long sword in his hand. Three sword shadows appeared in front of him, each of which contained terrifying power, as if it could tear/break the space.
"cut!"
I saw three sword shadows turning into a green sword light, and the sharp sword energy turned into a gust of wind that was about to tear/break Zhang Yi's body. The terrifying sword light slashed at Zhang Yi with a shocking momentum.
.
However, Zhang Yi was motionless, and his expression was extremely calm, allowing the sword light to come.
"boom!"
The sword light fell, Zhang Yi's figure was submerged by the sword light, and as the dust rose, Xu Qing showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"Is this the level of the senior brother of Wuling Daozong? It's simply vulnerable, so why are you scared to death?"
Xu Qing shook his head, walked towards Fang Tiancheng with a playful look on his face, and said with a gloomy smile: "Now, it's your turn!"
However, he found that Fang Tiancheng was not afraid at all, and even the smile on his face became even worse, as if he was watching his joke.
"Haha, I can still laugh when I die. I won't let you die so easily..."
Xu Qing narrowed his eyes, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he accelerated his pace.
"call out!"
At this moment, a sharp sword light landed on his neck with the Zhiyang Sword Dao, and a trace of blood flowed out along his neck.
Xu Qing felt a crisis of death, and cold sweat broke out all over, looking at Zhang Yi who was safe and sound in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
"How is this possible? Shouldn't you... die?"
A trace of fear flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. He didn't understand why Zhang Yi survived under his sword light, and he obviously did not resist.
Of course he didn't know that Zhang Yi had just moved the Supreme Taoist robe to the extreme, easily resisting the sword light, and even without scratches on his clothes.
Of course, this is to make Xu Qing take it lightly and kill it with one blow.
Zhang Yi immediately wanted to swing the Tianyang Sword to kill Xu Qing. Perhaps because he felt the murderous intent on Zhang Yi, Xu Qing hurriedly said: "You can't kill me, my elder brother Xu Yang is the saint of Taoism."
"He won't let you go if you kill me."
Xu Qing looked panicked. This was the first time he faced such a crisis of death.
In this ancient realm, no one knows that Xu Yang is his elder brother, and no one gives him some face. Even Feng Wuji has to greet him with a smile, but he just met Zhang Yi, a person who is not afraid of trouble, and he thinks he has
It is necessary to let him know his identity.
"Is the Holy Son of Taoism?"
Zhang Yi's mouth outlined a meaningful smile, but there was a full of jokes in his eyes.
People in the ancient realm have never taken him seriously, so why did he take people in the ancient realm seriously?