Chapter 92 Yanlong, Burning

Zhongpin Feijian is not a rare treasure in the world, and the appearance of eight Zhongpin Feijian may not be so shocking. However, when the eight flying swords appeared together, but suspended around a monk's body, such a situation was really difficult to accept.

You know, the eight flying swords around Fang Xin are obviously quite spiritual, and people can see that Fang Xin can control those flying swords at will. Therefore, the explanation of this situation is that Fang Xin can control eight flying swords at the same time. Although this statement is simple to say, it is too difficult to do it.

At this time, even Zong Shen's face showed a little attention, and he no longer felt that Fang Xin was an object that could be easily played with.

Even Zongshen is like this now, not to mention Shui Xuan and others. Although Wu Xing has always been very unhappy because of Fang Xin, now after seeing the scene of eight swords flying together, he doesn't know what to say for a while.

But a person with a small belly can never be grandied. After seeing Fang Xin's prestige, Wu Xing felt that he was wronged and short, so although he knew it was meaningless, he finally muttered: "Well, the person who cultivates the sword does not practice that persistence, but goes to practice the distraction of the sword. "Left side door."

Hearing this, Fang Xin and Zong Shen looked at each other, and then saw a strong disdain in each other's eyes.

But after disdain, it is a turbulent fighting spirit.

The eight flying swords surrounding Fang Xin are not the kind of unusual existence. On the contrary, after Fang Xin began to control their first wave of impact on Zong Shen, the power of these flying swords has given people a bright feeling. And the people present are also well-informed people. After seeing the way Fang Xin controls the flying sword, they can see that Fang Xin is forming a sword array against the enemy with a flying sword.

Seeing such a situation, Zong Shen naturally did not dare to be careless at all, but devoted himself to the flying sword offensive against Fang Xin.

Although Fang Xin's offensive was fierce, Zong Shen was a monk in the middle of the gathering of spirits, so after the initial short period of discomfort, Zong Shen was still able to cope with Fang Xin's flying sword offensive, and the key was the wordless tombstone at Zong Shen's feet.

Fang Xin can't see what kind of treasure the wordless tombstone is, but he has to admit that the wordless tombstone is indeed very sharp. He worked hard to cultivate the secret of leaving the fire and made his consciousness strong. Fang Xin even thought that his current consciousness could be slightly stronger than Zong Shen, and the method of controlling his consciousness was many times better. But even so, Fang Xin's hard-won eight swords from the fire sword array failed to break through Zong Shen's defense line except for having some advantages during the initial battle.

Seeing this situation, Fang Xin naturally does not want to consume himself in vain by such means. You should know. Although it seems very majestic to control the flying sword to form a sword array, the divine consciousness spent on the time of the sword is also very serious, so Fang Xin does not want to be dragged by such a method and consume his consciousness. Such a defeat is really a shame.

However, just as Fang Xin was about to change his move, Zong Shen suddenly opened his mouth and said, "No, your cultivation is definitely not the peak of foundation, absolutely not, hehe, it seems that you are still underestimated."

"Luckily, I have occasionally practiced a few restrained skills." Fang Xin did not deny that this point was broken by Zong Shen. After all, it is completely meaningless to insist on this point.

"In this case, why don't you completely let go of your hands and feet? You and I will have a good fight." Seeing Fang Xin and not hiding it, Zong Shen began to really invite war.

Fang Xin did not hesitate to say hello to this.

And not long after Fang Xin nodded, he exuded a breath that was not the same as before. It is very powerful and feels very rich.

Feeling the strong momentum suddenly erupted on Fang Xin's body, Zong Shen's eyes narrowed and flashed rigorous eyes. Shui Xuan and others behind Fang Xin were really surprised again at this time. Before that, although they also knew that Fang Xin would never be simple, no matter how simple it was, he was just a foundation-building monk. But now when they feel the breath from Fang Xin, the obvious strength of the spiritual monks really makes them sigh a lot. Unexpectedly, the people around them were such a hidden guy.

"Are you satisfied?" After completely letting go of his hands and feet, Fang Xin asked with a smile.

"Hey, that's a little interesting." After licking his tongue, Zong Shen entered the state of being fearless again after the initial caution.

I don't want Fang Xin to ask questions, and I don't give Fang Xin a chance to take action. Zong Shen suddenly raised the wordless tombstone, then waved it hard and inserted the wordless tombstone fiercely on the ground. Then his whole body seemed to merge with this wordless tombstone and recited an obscure spell.

Seeing this situation, Fang Xin is naturally unwilling to lag behind. But without waiting for action, Zong Shen's spell had been read out. After a period of obscure spells, Zong Shen sent a wordless tombstone fiercely and roared, "Demons, eat."

This is not the first time Fang Xin has seen this formula. When he saw Wu Xing and others trapped by Zong Shen with this move, Fang Xin has begun to study ways to deal with this move. However, in the end, Fang Xin had to thank Wu Xing. It was Wu Xing's reckless blow that made Fang Xin find a way to crack it, which was to capture the king first.

Looking at the fierce ghosts, Fang Xin did not see any fear on his face. He calmly sacrificed eight flying swords again, and then did not take the initiative to attack, but just surrounded himself and kept fighting with the ghosts who wanted to approach him. At the same time, Fang Xin also seemed to learn from Zong Shen and pulled out the black iron branch at his waist. Then when he raised his arm, the black iron branch began to slowly grow bigger. Then Fang Xin exerted his strength, and the black iron branches were inserted on the ground, echoing the wordless tombstone.

There is no obscure spell, only listen to Fang Xin simply read one: "Bang."

A new word sounded, and I saw that there were signs of a large area of vegetation recovery from the black iron branches. Then it began to permeate Zong Shen from the black iron branches. Soon, a sign of prosperity appeared around Zong Shen.

After people wondered why Fang Xin applied such an accumulated method at this time, people saw that at Zong Shen's feet, many vines began to grow at this time, and then these vines seemed to become shackles and began to slow down Zong Shen's body. Entangled.

Seeing such a situation, although Shui Xuan and others were happy and thought that Fang Xin had fought such a beautiful battle, Fang Xin himself frowned at the situation. After all, he is still very clear about the power of his method. He has not exerted all his strength, but he has achieved the effect that he expected, even if he exerts all his strength, he may not achieve. Seeing such a thing, Fang Xin carefully controlled the flying sword to solve the ghosts around him, while constantly running his skills, trying to completely seize this opportunity to subdue Zong Shen.

Unfortunately, Fang Xin's previous worries were not superfluous. Just as Fang Xin was about to exert his strength, Zong Shen suddenly smiled and said, "Haha, do you think I don't know this way by attacking me with a wooden method? Well, let you have a better experience." Seeing the method used by Fang Xin, Zong Shen now feels that he has won. After laughing, he saw Zong Shen's hand secret again, and then many ghosts around Fang Xin disappeared, but at this time he suddenly said, "Mu Yan is fierce."

A very strange name, Mu Yan, an extremely fierce method.

As Zong Shen's words fell, the vines that originally haunted him were resolved in an instant, and all of them relaxed. No matter how Fang Xin manipulated it, he could no longer return to the original. And not only is it unable to recover, but the situation has also shown a trend of reversal. Originally, Fang Xin used the method to entangled Zong Shen, but when the vines dispersed, all the vegetation on the ground seemed to have temporarily defected and directly counterattacked to Fang Xin. However, in a blink of an eye, a lot of weeds grew around Fang Xin. The weeds are crumbly, but they are incredibly lush. Even with the passage of time, Zong Shen's hands left the wordless tombstone, but pointed straight to Fang Xin, and then his hands began to connect with large green grass, and the final focus was on Fang Xin's body.

This scene seems that Zong Shen suddenly became a pillar, and his hands can constantly highlight the green silk thread. And these green thoughts revolved around Fang Xin. In a short time, Fang Xin was entangled by those green silk threads, and the whole person was wrapped in it, like a huge green cicada pupa.

Seeing such a situation, Shui Xuan was shocked. Just as he was about to rescue, he was ruthlessly blown away by the weeds controlled by Zong Shen. Shuixuan's cultivation in the middle of the foundation does not even have the ability to resist in front of Zong Shen, who is in the middle of the gathering spirit.

"Ha ha, it seems that I won. You are still too weak." Knowing that Fang Xin will not die now, Zong Shen smiled at Fang Xin, who had been wrapped up.

However, as soon as Zong Shen finished his words, his face suddenly moved, as if he felt some dangerous situation.

Sure enough, almost just as Zong Shen's ominous foreboding rose, Fang Xin's muffled voice came from the weeds wrapped in it: "Yanlong, burn."