Chapter 152 Don't Run, Keep Chasing Me

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the explosion instantly broke the tranquility of the day, and the tranquility of Linjiang City was torn apart!

On the long street, smoke and dust billowed, and the dust filled the sky, like yellow sand rolled up on a battlefield, filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, which added a bit of chill.

In Qianfei Pavilion.

The faces of Pavilion Master Wu and the middle-aged steward beside her were full of disbelief and shock.

Amidst the shock, there is still a bit of dumbfounding and funny.

Because Fang Lang's behavior really shocked their minds. They never thought that Fang Lang could play Feijian like this!

He actually used a flying sword as a weapon!

The operation array in the flying sword was tampered with, causing two different operation arrays to detonate while the flying sword was flying, and then produce terrible destructive power, and Fang Lang used this explosive destructive power to break the situation!

This is completely beyond Pavilion Master Wu's imagination. She thought that Fang Lang bought so many flying swords to resell them or give them away, but she never thought that Fang Lang... used them to pretend like this!

It turned out that they didn't understand Feijian at all!

The Flowing Fire Flying Sword holds 5,000 gold coins, which means that every time it explodes, 5,000 gold coins will be burned!

Although, in their view, five thousand gold coins were not much, but... five thousand gold coins melted in an instant, which still gave them a strong sense of shock.

This burning, this exploding... But it's all money!

Prodigal!

Who in the world is more prodigal than Fang Lang? !

According to the currency system of the Tang Dynasty, five thousand gold coins may not be earned in a lifetime for a poor family!

Therefore, everyone in Qianfei Pavilion, including Pavilion Master Wu, was speechless.

Because the explosion of the flying sword opened up the situation for Fang Lang, which no one expected. Who would have thought that the explosion of the flying sword could be used to break the deadlock?

On the ground of the long street outside the Qianfei Pavilion, the disciples of the Daoist sect had drawn and prepared so many magic formations, and they were all reduced to decorations at this time.

Under the frenzied bombardment of Fang Lang's twenty flying swords, he didn't even have time to activate the magic circle, so Fang Lang killed him out, and killed him directly in front of the restaurant!

Everyone has already seen the picture of Fang Lang cutting off the head of a fourth-rank disciple of the Daoist sect with a sword.

That ferocity made everyone in Qianfei Pavilion silent.

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"The system... uses triple speed cards."

"Use double persistent card."

"Switch the state of the five bonds!"

Fang Lang held the sword, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely on the ground, dripping blood continuously, and Fang Lang muttered silently in his heart, and activated various boosts.

"Ding! The switch is complete, I wish you a happy practice."

A system prompt popped up, and then fell silent.

And Fang Lang naturally felt the changes in his body clearly.

The surroundings seemed to have become quiet, only the sound of his breathing was left.

Triple Speed ​​Card and Double Persistence Card, these two item cards just released are not considered the best item cards at this time, the best item card at this time should be the Leverage Card, a Leverage Card , all problems can be solved.

However, as an auxiliary card, it can barely be used.

On the first floor of the restaurant, there were also many disciples of the fourth grade of the Daoist sect sitting upright. They looked at Fang Lang who stepped into the restaurant in astonishment.

Looking at the blood dripping from the obsidian sword in Fang Lang's hand, the expressions of all the disciples became extremely ugly.

"Stop him!"

Most of the disciples of the Daoist sect are art practitioners.

And what Shuxiu fears most is being approached. Once they are approached, Shuxiu's fragile body and imperfect fighting skills are enough to make them die quickly!

Therefore, the moment Fang Lang stepped into the restaurant, the expressions of the Daoist disciples changed in horror.

However, some of these disciples also minored in swordsmanship. They could only bite the bullet and come out to stop Fang Lang, creating opportunities for the disciples behind them to condense the array.

Fang Lang's eyes gradually became indifferent. It's not the first time he killed people, and it's not that he didn't dare to kill people.

It's just that this time I was really forced to do so. Daozong's order was to seize the Lotus Sword in Fang Lang's hand. As for Fang Lang, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.

Fighting requires cost, and killing also requires cost.

But this time the disciples of Dao Dao Sect were determined to kill him, so Fang Lang naturally... had to kill him too, and they were terrified to kill him!

Whoosh!

On the first floor of the restaurant, many people gathered, including talented disciples of the Daoist sect, and many quacks who were hired by them.

After all, most of the disciples of Dao Dao Sect are martial art cultivators. They may also practice some swordsmanship and martial arts. However, their profession is art cultivator after all, and their physical bodies are fragile, so they need to hire quacks to protect them.

And when Fang Lang killed the disciples of the Dao Sect who were guarding outside the restaurant and set foot in it, the quacks hired by those disciples drew their swords one after another, and the disciples of the Dao Sect behind these quacks began to form formations!

Facing these magic formations, Fang Lang took out the flying sword from the space ring, stuffed it into the spirit crystal and activated it, and the spirit crystal shot out, and shot at a group of disciples who were in the formation in the distance.

boom!

The explosion happened suddenly, and the energy from the flying sword's blast was released continuously, stirring in every corner of the restaurant!

The wall of aura condensed in front of those who formed the formation was suddenly bombarded and trembled, which disrupted their formation rhythm, and even made them a little dizzy from the shock wave of the explosion.

And Fang Lang took a step forward, Lingxu Sword Step!

In an instant, Fang Lang's figure pulled out afterimages in place. Fang Lang felt as light as a swallow, and when the surrounding scenery changed instantly, Fang Lang approached a quack who came to kill with a sword.

Wan Jian's sword intent burst out, this quack with a second-rank swordsman's level of swordsmanship cultivation, only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then countless sword shadows dazzled him, and then he found his head flew up, and his face Still at a loss.

Fang Lang rushed into the crowd, a white robe rushed into a blue robe, his figure was like a cannonball, under the triple speed card increase, Fang Lang's speed was too fast!

The gangsters who came to stop them are experienced and experienced, but Fang Lang, who has stepped into the fourth-rank realm, is even more powerful with dual swords, and his fighting power is terrifying!

When the obsidian sword was slashed, the air flow was directly split, Fang Lang's white clothes flew up, the obsidian sword was wrung out like a dragon, nailed into the chest of a quack, and with a tear, he cut off the person's body For two halves!

Blood spurted out and splashed on the faces of many disciples behind him, making the faces of these disciples suddenly pale!

too fast!

Fang Lang's movements were so fast that they couldn't keep up!

"Is the art array still not ready?!"

"Bomb him with spells!"

"We are not his opponents! Withdraw! Withdraw!"

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In the restaurant, the ghosts of the quacks who were responsible for stopping Fang Lang were all dead!

And the disciples of the Daoist sect behind the Jianghu guests also showed a look of panic.

No one is not afraid of death, let alone disciples of the Dao Sect, their future is limitless, and they don't want to die in Fang Lang's hands.

However, Fang Lang will not be kind, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself.

Fang Lang has never been kind to the enemy since he killed Lin Yun and Lin Muzhe.

Even the third prince, even the eldest prince, Fang Lang dared to swing his sword.

Not to mention these Daoist disciples.

Fang Lang's fellow practitioners of the three ways, swordsmanship, martial arts, and martial arts, have all made achievements.

Now that the killing intent is sweeping across, and under the full firepower, all kinds of skills are displayed by him to the fullest.

Fang Lang rushed into the quacks, because the powerhouses of the upper and fourth ranks were afraid of the Lianhui Sword in Fang Lang's hand, and were afraid of activating Xuanyuan Taihua's divine sense in the Lianhui Sword, so all the people who were sent to kill Fang Lang were inferior The powerhouse of the fourth rank.

Before Fang Lang was only a third rank, if he fell into the encirclement, he would definitely die.

However, now that Fang Lang has set foot on the fourth rank, everything has undergone earth-shaking changes!

Fang Lang turned his head to avoid a swinging machete, and the obsidian sword in his hand was tilted sideways. The pitch-black blade was covered with blood, and a head flew up, neatly.

Fang Lang Wanjian's sword intent was turbulent, and then he raised his hand and tapped lightly. It was the sword skill he learned from that cheap master, Instant Sword Lotus!

Countless sword energy was released!

A lotus flower of sword energy burst into bloom on the first floor, and a dozen quacks near Fang Lang were instantly torn apart, and their flesh and blood flew away!

Jianghu people are people who lick blood on the tip of their swords, but at this moment, they are also red-eyed!

buzz buzz...

In the distance, the Dao Dao Sect disciples also finished the cohesion formation!

Afterwards, all kinds of magic arrays smashed towards Fang Lang, and Fang Lang's figure pulled out afterimages to avoid the bombardment of the surgery array.

And the surrounding quacks, red-eyed, swarmed up, and the first floor of the restaurant fell into chaos in an instant.

Fang Lang kicked out with one step, and the sword step and sword energy smashed into the chest of a quack, while the wine and dishes were tumbling, Fang Lang's body side, five fingers stretched out, clasped the neck of a quack, twisted violently, With a crisp sound, the spine burst!

Fang Lang ruthlessly threw out the quack's body, knocking over several people.

The ground of the restaurant squirmed, and branches and vines entangled towards Fang Lang like snakes. Fang Lang glanced at it, summoned the flying sword from the space ring, activated it again, and threw it at the disciples of the Daoist sect.

Boom!

The explosion vented in the restaurant.

The control of the magic circle collapsed instantly, and Fang Lang took advantage of this time to continue killing the enemy.

Fang Lang lifted his foot and hooked it on the ground covered with corpses, a long knife flew up, Fang Lang's body turned like a spinning top, the obsidian sword in his hand smashed several quacks, and his foot also kicked On the flying long knife, he stepped heavily on the end of the long knife!

The long knife roared like an angry dragon, whizzed out, pierced the air, and split the airflow!

A Daoist disciple who had just recovered from the explosion of the flying sword, his face changed slightly, and the tattered aura wall in front of him that was blasted by the flying sword was instantly torn through, and then the Fang Lang kicked it The long knife pierced through his heart, and the huge force attached to the knife brought him flying backwards, causing the long knife that came out of his body to penetrate the throat of a fourth-grade martial art cultivator who was forming a seal behind him!

In just an instant, around Fang Lang, there were already corpses lying all over the ground!

Those quacks who were hired to protect the disciples of the Dao Dao Sect were lying all over the ground, and thick blood filled every corner of the restaurant.

The owner and the staff of the restaurant were terrified and hid in the corner, squatting behind the counter, trembling.

"Kill! Stop him!"

"Wait until the formation is formed, he will die!"

"He's just one person!"

The gangsters wailed, some of them burst out with blood, some burst out with sword energy, and some roared again and again!

However, Fang Lang was extremely ruthless, his figure pulled out afterimages, the obsidian sword in his hand kept waving, and the Guiyuan sword was unsheathed, turning into a thunder snake, and every time it interweaves, it will bring a cloud of scarlet blood!

The line of defense formed by many quacks was soon pierced by Fang Lang, creating a bloody path!

On the road of blood, dead bodies lie lying around!

Most of the quacks are third-rank and second-rank cultivation bases, how can Fang Lang be stopped!

The sword thunder transformed by the Guiyuan sword was held in Fang Lang's hands. Fang Lang started with both swords and swung them, as if a rainstorm pear blossom bloomed in front of him!

When the sword is swung, it must bring a head!

With his toes on the ground, the floor of the restaurant suddenly exploded, Fang Lang swooped out, and the Guiyuan sword was thrown out. The sword thundered like an angry dragon, and it ruthlessly pierced through a blue-robed Daoist disciple and nailed him to the wall.

The killing array jointly arranged by several disciples of Dao Dao Sect took shape!

Flames gushed out, and a lifelike fire dragon emerged from the magic circle, roaring and rushing towards Fang Lang!

Wherever it went, it was scorched black!

Even some quacks suffered unjustified disasters, and their skin and flesh were blackened after being burned.

While Fang Lang was running with two swords in his hand, the afterimages he pulled out were too fast. The triple speed card and the Lingxu sword step made Fang Lang move so fast that it was difficult to capture with ordinary magic arrays!

Those quacks hired by disciples of Dao Dao Sect who spent a lot of money were scared and frightened... Many quacks turned around and fled.

Besides, they couldn't stop Fang Lang!

Fang Lang entered the area of ​​​​the disciples of the Dao Sect, which was a nightmare for the disciples of the Dao Sect who are good at martial arts!

If it was an ordinary sword cultivator, the Dao Dao sect disciples would not be afraid, but Fang Lang is not an ordinary art cultivator!

It's the sword cultivator who has mastered such strange techniques as the spirit cone!

The flying sword explosion is similar to the spirit cone technique, both of which will cause the practitioner to fall into a short-term dizziness.

And this short-term dizziness is fatal to those who are physically fragile. Before they came back to their senses, the Obsidian Sword had already wiped their necks, bringing up a head!

This is Fang Lang's flying sword battle plan!

So far, it can be said to be a great success!

Fang Lang swung his two swords, and the spirit cone and flying sword kept smashing out and detonating.

The line of defense set up by the disciples of Dao Dao Sect was easily pierced.

Then a group of them will naturally become a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Under the sword energy added by Fang Lang's top sword intent, the body protection array is like paper paste, easily torn to pieces.

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Above the restaurant.

Everyone's expressions changed!

Fang Lang is here!

Unexpectedly, he directly ran out of Qianfei Pavilion's shop. He didn't choose to break out, nor did he choose to continue to escape.

Instead, he went straight to the restaurant!

The main reason is that the flying sword that exploded on its own caused many genius disciples of the Dao Sect to lose their sense of proportion!

When did they see such a method!

Moreover, the power of the flying sword explosion is comparable to the killing technique array released by the top-level third-grade practitioners!

The air wave rolled away.

An Fan's face was extremely ugly, the second floor of the restaurant was in a mess, the food and drinks were overturned all over the floor, the tables were broken, and it was even more dilapidated after being bombed!

And most importantly, the smell of blood filled the air!

There were unstoppable screams and explosions on the first floor of the restaurant!

Behind every scream, it means the tragic death of a Daoist disciple!

"Damn it!"

"This Fang Lang...he's crazy!"

"He broke through to the fourth rank, not the fifth rank, where did he have the courage?!"

An Fan gritted his teeth, while Fang Lang's actions shocked him, he was also furious!

"Go! Capture Fang Lang!"

"Since Fang Lang came out to die by himself, then I wait... just as he wished, and sent him to die!"

All the disciples of the Dao Sect's genius fourth-rank realm had cold faces, with murderous intent rolling in their eyes!

Accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

An Fan and the others walked down the second floor of the restaurant. On the stairs, they saw the situation on the first floor of the restaurant.

However, standing on the narrow stairs.

An Fan and other talented disciples of the Dao Sect, their eyes tightened, leaving only endless disbelief!

Because, they saw Fang Lang clutching the neck of a disciple, and the obsidian sword slowly drawn from his heart.

This moment.

Even An Fan felt his heart was being tightly grasped by a big hand.

He remembered the scene where Fang Lang was walking in the Youzhou Yaoque, raining the hearts of monsters and beasts.

Many disciples of Dao Dao Sect showed a little panic in their eyes, and they even retreated towards the second floor inadvertently.

How could Fang Lang do this without the help of Xuanyuan Taihua's divine sense? !

The pungent blood and corpses all over the ground made the scene in front of the disciples of Dao Dao Sect turn bloody!

Everything is like a nightmare nightmare!

It's like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard!

And the mountain of corpses is in the sea of ​​blood.

Fang Lang heard the movement on the second floor and looked towards the stairs.

He looked at An Fan and other familiar Daoist disciples, and watched their retreating steps.

Fang Lang shook off the blood on the Obsidian sword, leaned on the sword, tilted his head, and smiled warmly.

"Don't run, keep chasing me."