Even though this flying sword was extremely sharp, in his hand it was like a poisonous snake that was caught within seven inches, unable to move any further.

Click!

He grasped the hilt and blade of the sword with both hands and exerted a slight force.

With a crisp sound, this flying sword, a top-grade magic weapon, was broken into two pieces!

At this moment, a talisman appeared behind him and turned into countless cyan flying needles, falling behind him, making a tinkling sound like rain hitting banana trees.

This is another needle-shaped talisman that another Danjie monk took the opportunity to make a sneak attack on.

But at this time, Fang Xing was unable to be hurt at all.

"What an amazing physical practice. Senior is indeed destined for this treasure!"

The two alchemy-forming monks looked at each other and ran away separately. One of them split into many black shadows, and the other had a pair of jet-black wings growing on his body, which could actually activate a stream of green Sunda wind blessings, and his escape speed was amazing.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

Fang Xing casually struck out with a palm, and the sky-covering hand came out, almost overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Snap!

As if swatting flies, the two pill-forming monks exploded on the spot, turning into countless blood and fragments and falling down.

"Boring!"

Fang Xing shook his head and looked at the two puppet lions.

"Ho ho ho!"

As dead puppets, the two black and yellow lions showed no fear at all and pounced directly on them.

One of them opened its huge mouth and bit into Fang Xing's head.

A few clicks!

Several broken metal teeth fell out. Fang Xing grabbed the lion's bloody upper and lower jaws and broke them with force.

The head of this giant puppet lion was torn apart with his bare hands and divided into two halves.

Fang Xing put his five fingers together and turned into a punch, hitting the head of another lion.

Click!

The whole body of this puppet lion was shaken, and then it stopped halfway, its huge ruby ​​eyes completely dimming.

This was because Fang Xing's fist force had completely shattered all the key parts in his body, and he was completely knocked down...

Fang Xing looked at the palace guarded by the two puppet lions, rubbed his hands, and walked inside.

Not long after, various rumbling sounds were heard.

After a while.

A jet-black stream of light flew over, revealing a man wearing a robe of the Wanxiang Sect.

His face was thin and his eyebrows were long and narrow: "Both slaves of Sword and Sword are dead?"

At this time, he also saw the palace.

Although the palace ban can block the detection of spiritual consciousness, he can confirm that the murderer of the two major alchemy monks of their Wanxiang Demon Sect is among them!
Chapter completed!