"Beep!" The sensor on Fang Ming's waist rang. This sensor was developed with high technology and has good transmission capabilities even in mountainous areas.
Fang Ming took a look and his expression became serious, as if he was thinking about a major issue.
"Young Master, what are you thinking about?" Zhu Xiaoyao asked curiously.
Fang Ming looked at the dark night sky, his eyes flashing with a wolf-like cold light: "I'm wondering, is Attila in the Temple of Light?"
This is a topic that makes everyone feel heavy. There are three days between this series of actions from killing the fire to attacking the Temple of Light. These three days are enough for Attila to react. I believe that with his wisdom, he must
Escape is not difficult.
The symbolic significance of occupying the Temple of Light is greater than its substantive significance. Only by killing Atila can we completely deter the separatists and win permanent peace.
Zhu Xiaoyao looked at Fang Ming. His face was always calm, like a majestic mountain, giving people calmness and strength.
From Fang Tianhao's death to now, Fang Ming's changes every day are amazing.
The family's affairs were complicated, but Fang Ming carried them through with great patience and will, gradually showing his heroic demeanor and filling the gap left after Fang Tianhao left.
The battle against Atila was the first battle that Fang Ming commanded alone. He could only win this battle!
Just when Zhu Xiaoyao was thinking about it, the sound of soft footsteps sounded in the distance, and several black figures shuttled among the rocks.
There are seven or eight black shadows in total, and each of them exudes a fierce aura, like a murderous god from hell.
The seven black shadows walked very fast, and the darkness had little impact on them. They gradually approached.
Fang Ming held his breath, his eyes flashing with cold light as he looked for the best opportunity to take action.
The black shadow slowly came closer, reaching the vicinity of the sky. The canyon here was narrow, and the widest part could only tolerate three people walking at the same time at most. It was a good place for a decisive battle.
Fang Ming made a gesture, and together they took out a specially made powerful crossbow that could kill a large bison, and aimed at the black shadow.
"Whoosh!" The crossbow arrow shot through the air and hit seven people.
Two black shadows soared into the sky, and the other three black shadows retreated hastily and disappeared into the darkness. The two black shadows in the middle waved their swords to defend themselves against the enemy.
The sound of "ding-dong" was endless, and the two balls of sword light flew, knocking all the crossbow arrows away.
"You guys keep shooting, Brother Qiang and I will meet the enemy!" Fang Ming said, and Fang Wenqiang quietly approached each other.
Due to the limited terrain, the two people in the middle were able to block most of the arrows by swinging their swords left and right. The cramped environment restricted the opponent and also tested the shooter.
As for the remaining three people, they used their advanced internal skills to stick to the cliff wall and use the protruding parts of the cliff wall to block the arrows.
Ye Linna and Zhu Xiaoyao shot all the arrows in their hands, and without any hesitation, they rushed forward with their swords drawn.
The two men among them did not move, and the scimitars in their hands shone with a cold light, like the cold moon on an autumn night.
"Huhu!" The three people above took the opportunity to pounce when Ye Linna and Zhu Xiaoyao took action. Five people and five knives formed a dense knife network.
The five people's swords were powerful, opening and closing widely. Zhu Xiaoyao was stabbed in the back, his skin and flesh rolled up, and he was surrounded by dangers.
In the darkness, two rays of light broke through the air and cut directly into the knife network.
Blood spattered and heads rolled down. Fang Wenqiang killed an opponent cleanly. He and Fang Ming approached quietly, just for this final kill.
However, the other party was also a veteran of battles and did not lose their position due to a temporary setback. The four of them defended tightly and presented a stalemate.
Fang Ming struck out nineteen times in succession, shocking his opponent to retreat.
"Bang bang!" Fang Ming kicked out, and the opponent kicked out not to be outdone. Their feet collided dozens of times in the air.
The last kick landed, Fang Ming spun around like lightning, flew up with his left foot, and kicked the opponent's leg, causing the opponent to kneel down involuntarily.
A cold light shone, and while the opponent was kneeling on the ground, he took out the dagger from his waist with his left hand and stabbed Fang Ming's throat from bottom to top.
Fang Ming flipped his wrist and grabbed the opponent's dagger directly.
The other party sneered and raised his knees suddenly. He firmly believed that his dagger would definitely pierce Fang Ming's palm, and his knees would ruthlessly smash the opponent's sternum.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect that the dragon leather gloves on Fang Ming's hands were not afraid of swords at all.
Fang Ming grabbed the dagger and pulled it sharply. The opponent was in the air and was led forward by him.
Fang Ming rolled on the spot, the sword flashed, and Zhu Xiaoyao chopped the guy in half with his head and shoulders.
Fang Ming took the opportunity to use his sword, and struck the other person's lower body with the sword. The opponent jumped back in a hurry. Fang Wenqiang waited, and the shocking sword light slashed down with the power of splitting Huashan. The opponent hurriedly blocked the sword. Sparks shot out,
The opponent was knocked back three steps, and Fang Wenqiang took the opportunity to kick out. This kick hit the opponent's soft abdomen, displacing the opponent's internal organs.
Zhu Xiaoyao didn't give the enemy a chance to breathe, and the triangular thorn in his left hand pierced the opponent's throat with a "pop" sound.
"Gulu--" The opponent gasped heavily, trying to take the last breath of air. Zhu Xiaoyao smiled coldly, slowly pulled out the triangular thorn, and cut the opponent's throat at an extremely slow speed. This kind of
The method of death was so cruel that even Fang Wenqiang couldn't help but frown: "Little demon, give him a good time!"
"Happy?" Zhu Xiaoyao drew out the three-edged military thorn and wiped the blood on the opponent's body: "These guys kill like grass. They don't deserve such a glorious death."
Zhu Xiaoyao once witnessed separatists dousing innocent people with gasoline and burning them alive. There was no need for mercy towards these people.
In ten minutes, they killed five masters of the opponent, but the four of them did not feel relaxed.
Attila ran away. He must have been among the two black figures escaping. The four of them quickly chased after him.
To kill Atila, he must kill Atila. Fang Ming felt a fire in his heart.
Several of them are masters of tracking. They can accurately determine the location of their opponents from footprints, smells, and even traces around them. The four of them bite their opponents like a pack of wolves.
The pursuit lasted for two days, and it was not until dawn on the third day that we caught up with him.
With no way to retreat, the two men in black chose to fight to the death.
This was a battle without any suspense. When Fang Ming's Tang saber penetrated the opponent's chest, he eagerly lifted off the black veil on his face.
Two ferocious faces appeared in front of him, neither of them was Atila.
Fang Ming's heart sank, he raised the knife and looked around, lost in thought.
Fang Wenqiang used a telegram to contact the Black Panther. The Temple of Light has completely fallen into our hands, and the Black Panther is searching for Atila's whereabouts.
"Yelena, contact Ziyue!" Fang Ming suddenly thought of a possibility.
Ziyue quickly sent a message, "Just wait and see, everything is fine!"
Fang Ming smiled, his smile full of confidence: "We will immediately go to Ankang Valley in the southwest corner to pick up Ziyue. Atila will definitely go there."
The attack on the Temple of Light was part of the plan, and Ziyue's grand march in Ankang Valley was also part of the plan. Having conquered most of the Zoroastrian elders, Ziyue became Atila's biggest threat.
In Zoroastrianism, the Holy Lady of Light has a status that surpasses that of the Great Elder. For Attila, it is fine if the Temple of Light is destroyed. The most important thing is that the people of Zoroastrianism must not be dispersed.
When he heard about Zi Yue's swaggering march in Ankang Valley, Atila gave up his plan to attack Fang Ming. He prepared to intercept Zi Yue and take back the Vulcan Scepter.
This battle is a game of wise men from the beginning. Only the most tolerant and calculating person can have the last laugh. Fang Ming firmly believes that he must be the one who laughs last and has the best smile!
In a valley fifty miles to the southwest, Ziyue was sitting on a soft sedan, her eyes bright and clear, and her slender fingers like spring greens stroking the blade.
The sword is three feet long and two fingers wide. The blade is like a rose in the sunset, glowing with a strange blood-red color.
The demon sword Muramasa is a weapon intercepted from the hands of Japanese masters. Whenever he raises this sword, Ziyue's purple eyes will burn with blood. This is a bloodthirsty impulse.
At this moment, Ziyue slowly raised the demon sword Muramasa in front of the slanting light in the sky.
The murderous aura gathered in front of the blade, and the blade trembled slightly, bursting out with a strange roar, like Shura lurking in hell, trying to break all the shackles of heaven and earth!
Ahead, a black figure floated over. This person was wearing a black Arab robe, with tiger eyes and an eagle nose. He was none other than Atila, the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult in Western Xinjiang!