Chapter 2296

Shua!

Zhao Fang stopped on a barren mountain with a grim look and looked into the distance.

"Some underestimate the environment here."

He murmured in a low voice.

After spreading the Yin and Yang wings of Tai Chi and driving at full speed, he only flew thousands of miles and was stared at by several six flying cloud beasts. What's more troublesome is that those cloud beasts are gregarious cloud beasts.

If you dare to kill one head, you will be watched by a group.

He can only get rid of them with speed.

Apart from these, the environment in the wasteland is also extremely bad. The smell of immortals is dirty. If it is lost, it is difficult to supplement it by swallowing it by itself.

Every time the Yin and Yang wings of Tai Chi are urged, they consume immortal power.

Even if he has xianpin Yuanying, he can only be urged twice.

"Twice, 200 million Li, I think I can find some tribes on the wasteland."

Take out two pills to restore immortality and put them in your mouth. The wings of yin and Yang appear behind your mouth. The air flow of yin and Yang turns, carrying him quickly disappears, leaving a series of sharp gas explosions in place.

"Hmm? There is a shadow of the city ahead!"

About ten million miles away, at the end of the horizon ahead, a crouching monster appeared and stopped in front. But when you look carefully, it is clear that there is a huge city.

Zhao Fang was so excited that he went straight to the city.

Before approaching, he felt the breath of hundreds of monks.

As he posted closer and closer to the huge city, more and more monks could be sensed around him. Finally, he even vaguely noticed the fluctuation of the strong man of God.

Zhao Fang quickly gathered his breath, landed at a place and took back the Yin and Yang wings of Tai Chi.

The distance he stood, he could clearly see the shape of the big city. Hundreds of miles away, the three black characters on the top of the gate were like ink marks dripping on white paper.

Nether city!

"Ghost city?"

Zhao Fang's eyes flickered, still maintaining a disguised posture, followed behind some friars and rushed to the Youming city.

Many monks looked a little surprised when they saw Zhao Fang, and some monks showed hatred and killing intention.

"What happened?"

Zhao Fang was confused and wanted to find someone to ask what was going on.

"Boy, are you from Hongyan city?"

A burly man asked in a jar, looking very bad.

Zhao Fang looked at the burly man and immediately sensed his accomplishments.

Baby becomes six!

A friar of this level, he doesn't bother to kill at all.

"No." Zhao Fang is telling the truth.

However, the burly man didn't believe it, "no? You don't have the mark left by the nether city master, and you say you don't come from red rock city?"

"Mark?" Zhao Fang was stunned.

Immediately noticed that a black and white flower was engraved on the arm of the burly man.

Not only the burly man, but also the other monks nearby have flower patterns.

The positions of these patterns are not secret. The back of the hand, neck and ears are the most.

A monk with a mark will emit a strange smell of darkness, which is interlinked with each other.

i see!

He finally understood why he was so hostile when he first appeared.

Dare to love, just because of an insignificant mark.

"Since you don't believe me, what else do you ask me to do?" Zhao Fang said calmly.

But this attitude, in the eyes of burly men and others, is undoubtedly a provocation.

"Die!"

The burly man was so angry that he hit Zhao Fang with a blow.

In an instant.

The sword light flashed, and a cold smell blocked his whole body's perception. The burly man froze in place and was shocked to find that a dark long sword was standing on his neck.

The crowd was in an uproar.

No one expected that a baby turned into a six heavy preemptive shot, but it couldn't be faster than a yuan baby nine heavy.

"If you want to die, I can help you at any time!"

The voice of indifference, as if without any emotion, came into the ears of the burly man.

The burly man's forehead was sweating, and Zhao Fang's calm eyes made him feel a great threat.

Knowing that the other party is not joking, he really dares to kill himself.

"Cough... Friend, don't be impulsive. I'm just joking with you!" the burly man smiled awkwardly.

"Have you ever seen someone joking with a concealed weapon?"

Hearing the speech, the burly man's face changed. In order to shoot out in time, he felt that his left arm was cold.

Then there was a sharp pain!

An arm he knew very well was thrown into the air and shed a lot of blood.

The burly man screamed.

The other monks were even more surprised.

I couldn't help crying out.

Some friars saw the clue and stared at the ancient sword hidden in Zhao Fang's hand.

Zhao Fang looked at the crowd. His eyes were cold, like a murderer. He raised his Tibetan Feng ancient sword slightly. When the murderous spirit was stirring, he was about to shoot at the crowd.

Whoosh!

But they fled like frightened birds.

Seeing Zhao Fang's expressionless face, they cut off the arm of the burly man, and they knew that Zhao Fang was not easy to provoke.

Some friars with weak accomplishments did not dare to stay here at all and flew away directly.

There were more than a dozen monks who had become seven or eight heavy and looked at Zhao Fang playfully.

"Boy, hand over the sword in your hand and grandpa will leave you a whole body!"

"Why give it to you? Give it to me. I'll protect you from death."

"Hand over all your treasures!"

“……”

More than ten people opened their mouths one after another, and their smiles were cold and ferocious.

"Shut up!"

A man with dark skin and evil and cruel face drank coldly, and his cold eyes swept through the crowd. With a strong tendency of oppression, the more than a dozen infants became seven or eight heavy, and the monk's face changed greatly and retreated again and again.

"Is it you? Liangfeng sword fighting?"

The crowd was frightened, like seeing a devil, and retreated one after another, afraid to approach the dark man.

The man Jie ran sneered, looked at Zhao Fang and said, "my patience is limited. Don't force me to kill you!"

Zhao Fang's eyes were cold, his body suddenly disappeared, approached the chaotic battle, and cut out with a sword.

Random war sneered, coldly pulled out the short knife after birth: "it's really beyond your strength, that's all..."

Pop!

The long knife is broken.

The cold blade cuts directly into the neck of the disorderly battle.

Poof!

The blood splashed, and there was a flat cut on his neck. His head flew out and hit the ground heavily. Gulu rolled to Zhao Fang's feet.

He fought until he died, with a scornful smile on his face.

Zhao Fang turned indifferently and stepped on his head. With bloodthirsty eyes, he suddenly looked at more than a dozen other babies and became seven or eight heavy monks.

"You, you, don't come!"

"If you dare to kill me, my master will never let you go!"

"Run!"

The crowd screamed and fled in all directions.

Even so, there are still five or six people caught up and killed by Zhao Fang!

Blood dyed the ground red, but also looked silly at the burly man.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to players, cultivation breakthrough, promotion, baby change!"