Fang Que did not move, and quietly watched Liu Yun's movements, just like he saw them swallowing the blood pyrophe, without stopping them.

Finally, after not knowing how long it took to smash, Liu Yun felt that the layer of protection in front of him had loosened, and his face was even more crazy.

"Fat boy, come and help!" Liu Yun roared, but received no response. Liu Yun looked back and saw the scene that caught his eyes stunned him, and the waving fist also stopped in the air.

Because he saw a black flying knife inserted into the fat and round throat.

And this is exactly - the judge's flying knife.

"How...how is it possible..."

Even Boss Feng was stunned because he had not seen Fang Que take action at all. How strange this flying knife was! Even if he used the sword-controlling technique to seize the enemy's head for thousands of miles, he would not have come without a trace and appeared out of thin air, and penetrated the enemy's throat with one sword.

"As the saying goes, if you beat the young and the old, you can avenge your grandson, but you forgot that there is another word in China, called overestimating one's own abilities."

Seeing that the fat and round land was so strange that Liu Yun lost his life, his face turned pale. At this time, he had no idea of ​​taking revenge in his mind, and he still remembered Boss Feng's threatening order.

At this time, only one word was left in his mind - escape.

Without thinking, Liu Yun flew backwards and wanted to escape far away. His speed was three points faster than when he swallowed the blood pill and attacked Fang Que.

"Want to run? How could it be?" Fang Que saw Liu Yunyuan's body escaping, and a joke flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and the space fluctuated slightly. Liu Yunfei's body escaping in the air and then fell straight to the ground.

Boss Feng kept looking at Fang Que without blinking his eyes, but with such concentration, he still couldn't see how Fang Que took action.

When I looked at Liu Yun again, I saw that the black flying knife had teleported from the fat and round throat to Liu Yun's throat.

At this time, he looked at Fang Que again and found that the black flying knife had been pinched in his hand by Fang Que, and the tip of the knife was facing him.

Looking at the flying knife that was pinned by Fang Que, Boss Feng's eyes were full of fear, and while he was afraid, he felt a little scared.

"What are your methods?" Boss Feng stared at the flying knife in Fang Que's hand, trying to lower his voice to make himself calmer.

"A flying knife that hits every time, do you want to try it?"

"All shots? Then you're going to take action!" Boss Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and turned into a thin slit.

"Are you afraid of it?" Fang Que did not take action. The judge's flying knife was shot in the hands of the judge. He had never failed once. As long as he was targeted by the judge, he would be left with a dead end.

The reason why the judge's flying sword is so scary is that the judge takes action in every situation that he must win.

Of course, there is also the skill of the judge's flying sword technique and the mystery of the judge's flying sword itself.

Otherwise, if you choose a target, no matter the level of your realm or strength, as long as you take action, you will be killed. The Flying Knife Judge is not just a small judge in the underworld, but even the treasure throne of King Yama, he has to sit down.

"Fang Que, you are indeed not simple. It surprised me and even scared me. I also feel very grateful that I have made so many preparations for you."

Boss Feng's eyes showed a strong sense of doubt. He knew that Fang Que was a great master, the supreme master in the world, was not worth mentioning in front of him, a monk who was a priest of Yuan.

But Boss Feng, who is already absolutely crushing at this time, doesn't want to fight Fang Que in person, or dares not.

"Come on! Meet your good friend!"

Boss Feng roared angrily, and when he raised his hand, a bronze-skinned drum appeared on his hand. His fingers hit the bronze-skinned drum. In an instant, the black-robed figure standing behind Boss Feng trembled violently and disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he had already reached Fang Que's approach, grabbed it with one claw, and grabbed Fang Que's throat. The barrier of the silver dragon soul around Fang Que's body could not be blocked.

In an instant, the barrier was broken by the black shadow's claws, and the sky-blue nails stabbed Fang Que's throat like frost.

The ultimate crisis spread to my heart. Fang Que's eyes swelled and his body reflexed backwards, but his claws were chasing them like maggots attached to the bone, swearing to penetrate Fang Que's throat.

Life was hanging on a thread, and it was impossible to escape. Fang Que's hair all over his body exploded. His body quickly dodged to the side, but he still couldn't avoid it completely. He was stabbed on his shoulder by these five frosty nails.

When Fang Que looked down, he saw five small holes on his shoulders, and there were frost growing in the holes, slowly spreading from his shoulders, and he wanted to freeze him completely.

Fang Que quickly put the Silver Dragon Soul into his body, protecting his internal organs, and blocking the spread of frost.

Looking at the figure of the black robe, Fang Que narrowed his eyes. Fang Que was familiar with the face under the black robe. He was indeed his good friend - Tong Xiaotong.

At this time, Tong Xiaotong had blue eyes, and her face also had blue frost. Her nails were long and sharp, like a sword blade.

"Master Fang, don't be surprised. This is your good friend, your lover, my Bingyang Ghost Slave." Boss Feng chuckled, and his fingers hit the bronze drum again. The Bingyang Ghost Slave stood respectfully behind Boss Feng.

"I didn't expect you to force me to use all my trump cards. I originally wanted to use the Bingyang Ghost Slave to ascend to the Hell Ghost Corps, or even a demon, and finally use the power of hell to overthrow the entire Fang family. What a pity! It's used on you now."

Boss Feng showed a strong sense of regret on his face, turned to look at the Bingyang Guinu who was standing behind him, and his eyes were even more unconcealed excitement.

"It seems that you, the Ice Yang Ghost Slave, have not been fully refined yet? You have not reached the level of a demon ghost yet, you are just a wild ghost."

"Young Master Fang, you have a good vision. Indeed, this Bingyang Ghost Slave has not yet become a complete evil ghost, but it is a wild ghost equivalent to a human rooftop monk. It should be no problem to kill you a secular master, right?"

Tiantai is the next realm that the monk Yinyuan broke through, martial artists, Yinyuan, Tiantai, Liansheng, Dan Ke, Holy Fetus, Infant Ming...

"Indeed, it is indeed easy for a wild ghost to kill me, a secular master, but her opponent is not me."

"It's not you?" Boss Feng felt a little ominous in his heart.

"Night Dire, come and let the world see you, your horror..."
Chapter completed!