C14

"Hmm, there are 37 people in total. The Qian Family has 11 people in one wave, the Ghost King's mask and 10 people in the other. The remaining 15 people each have a spear and an old dog, De Shun." Of the thirty-seven people, three of them are at the eighth level of the Martial Dao: De Shun, a million gold coins, fifteen people as the leader, twenty at the seventh level, and ten in the Ghost King's mask. All of them are at the seventh level of the Martial Dao, while the rest are at the sixth level. "

The only ones who were truly in danger were De Shun and the other two. With their cultivation bases at the eighth level of the Martial Dao, they were able to liquefy their inner strength and allow them to leave their body to deal damage to others. Only when Fang Ling was caught off guard would he have a chance of winning; otherwise, before he could even reach the other party, he would be killed by the saber light and the sword light from a long distance.

As for the seventh level of the Martial Dao, its strength was on par with Fang Ling. With a sneak attack, Fang Ling would be able to kill him in one hit. However, if these people gathered together, it would be difficult. At this moment, Fang Ling could already sweep through anyone on the sixth level of the Martial Dao. Punches and kicks, a thousand jin of strength, could kill them all.

"Immortal Cultivation Method!" If the Immortal Cultivation Method is our fortune, then I heard that people in the Immortal Cultivation could regrow their limbs. If we can regrow that place, then why would we work so hard for the imperial family? If we were to grow branches and scatter leaves, we can also become the ancestors of a family! " His eyes flickered as his thoughts raced, but he did not make a move. It was as if he wanted to make the best of things in the end.

"You guys, go search as well! "Capture the child of the Fang family for me, and whoever captures him will ascend to the position of hall master." The group of people with the long spears, the existence at the eighth level of the Martial Dao, looked at Qian Gun and waved their hands. The fourteen people behind them shot out into the forest, while the ten people with the Wry Face Mask also shot into the forest.

"Good!" Good! You have made a wise decision. As long as this old man kills the little bastard, I will not take any other benefits. " The millions rushed into the forest as well. For a moment, there was only De Shun and the spear-wielding middle-aged man. The two of them looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Good!" "Alright!" Fang Ling also cheered. Originally, Fang Ling was still planning on how to lure these people into the forest and spread them out so that he could kill them one by one. But now, he was being disturbed by money. Everyone was greedy for Fang Ling's fortune and immortal cultivation technique. They entered the forest and spread out to search for him. Fang Zheng was very fond of him, not to mention that the spear-wielding martial artists of the eighth floor and De Shun feared each other and did not enter, which was more in accordance with Fang Ling's intentions!

With a thought, Fang Ling controlled his body with his powerful soul and did not emit the slightest bit of movement. Like a ghost, he walked through the forest as he slowly approached a person. This person was one of the group holding the spear. He had a cultivation base at the seventh level of the Martial Dao. He continuously swept away the weeds in front of him and thrust out his spear whenever there was the slightest movement. He was obviously extremely alert.

This person continued his search, and soon, he arrived at the tree where Fang Ling was hiding. Just as this person swept his spear forward, Fang Ling made his move.

Swish! A black shadow descended from the sky. A cold light shot into the man's throat as he looked on in shock. A sword pierced through his throat!

Plop! Without even looking at his falling body, Fang Ling moved stealthily towards his next target in a flash.

One, two, three …. At that time, when several people were gathered together, the sixth level of the martial arts could still be used as a force to kill. If two people at the seventh level of the martial arts were together, it would be impossible for Fang Ling to retreat in one strike. Once he was entangled, it would be extremely dangerous for other people to surround him.

"This is bad!" This person is proficient in assassination techniques. Everyone gather together quickly, don't leave him alone! "

Sure enough, when Fang Ling assassinated another martial practitioner at the seventh level, a loud shout echoed in the forest. Fang Ling heard another voice with millions of yuan, and immediately, killing intent rose in his heart. Because these people had already started to gather together, the ten people from the Wry Face Mask had actually gathered together, making it difficult for Fang Ling to make a move.

"Die!" Fang Ling bellowed in his heart. The short sword in his hand turned into a cold ray of light as it pierced towards Qian Duoduo's chest. Right at this moment, a secretive smile appeared on Qian Dui's face. He waved his hands and used a despicable method. White powder flew out from his hands, causing Fang Ling's expression to change. He hastily retreated backwards.

"Where do you think you're going!?" "Die for me!"

The wave of danger that surged above his hands surged forward, causing Fang Ling to stop in his tracks and have no choice but to use his attack to block. He lifted his left hand, and the Nine Killing Blade Technique transformed into a sharp blade that slashed forward, breaking the waves and borrowing the recoil force to retreat quickly.

"Humph!" Wave Fist Technique: Hundred Layered Waves! "

When Qian Bian saw this, his face immediately flushed red. He actually circulated his secret technique and forcefully executed a Hundred Layered Waves, throwing a punch forward.

The power of this punch was increased by more than five times, and a burst of dark blue internal energy turned into a huge fist the size of a washbasin. It compressed the air with rumbling sounds, and viciously struck towards Fang Ling's chest.

"Block it for me!"

Fang Ling bellowed and used the Nine Killing Blade Technique as a lifeline to strike again.

"Crack!" With the sound of bones breaking, Fang Ling's face turned pale as he thought to himself. The Hundred Layered Waves actually contained close to two thousand jin of force, and it instantly struck Fang Ling's chest.

Bang! With a dull thud, Fang Ling let out a painful groan. Ignoring his injuries, he threw out the short sword in his right hand like a concealed weapon. Without even looking back, he turned around and fled into the depths of the forest.

"Cough cough …" "It looks like I can't contend against a desperate martial artist of the eighth level. Back then, when this old dog was at the peak of the seventh level, I could still defeat him by surprise. Now that he has broken through to the eighth level, I can only contend against him." He wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and circulated the Nine Killing Technique to restore his agitated vital energy and blood. Then, he began to operate the Fiendgod Opening Heavens, and in an instant, a trace of the mysterious aura of a fiend opening the heavens began to circulate within his body. It turned into traces of coolness that entered his chest and lungs, relieving the pain.

In that instant, Fang Ling felt the mystique, the impressiveness, of gods and devils splitting the heavens. Unexpectedly, just a sliver of Qi was able to heal Fang Ling's injuries. Fang Ling slightly moved his hand and felt an even more powerful grip strength. It was actually a grip strength of about 100 Jin compared to before he was injured!

"What a wonderful feeling. This Divine Demon Opening Heavens is truly worthy of being a cultivation method cultivated by that giant. It is known as Opening Heavens." Just a single strand of it already has such an effect. If I were to cultivate it to this level, then I might not even have the strength of 100,000 jins or more. " In his heart, Fang Ling lamented the strength of the gods and devils, as well as the difficulty of cultivating. With just this, the trace of Qi Fang Ling's cultivation had already weakened by 90% and was on the verge of dissipating. This result was accumulated over the course of one month of Fang Ling's cultivation.

"Hmm? Not good! "These guys seem to know my position, they actually surrounded me." Fang Ling stood up in an instant. Although the crowd seemed to have different targets, they were all slowly moving towards them, causing Fang Ling to be shocked. He then looked at his own body and noticed that there was a white powder on his robe.

At this moment, although there were only thirty enemies left under Fang Ling's assassination, the eighth layer was not damaged. If they were surrounded, it would be impossible to escape!