Chapter 162 [Free] Thousands of Troops Support Me

Fang Lang is not too surprised that his own strength has become stronger again. After all, he has bound so many geniuses. When the strength of geniuses increases, Fang Lang will also become stronger unconsciously.

This is the relationship of companionship, and this is the power of bondage.

The existence of the system is so domineering, this is the power of the system.

Fang Lang is actually very curious about the origin of the system, but curiosity does not mean that he can find out the origin of the system at his current level.

Perhaps, when he reaches the level of Xuanyuan Taihua and others, and has the power to transcend this world, he may be able to know the secrets of the system.

However, I have to say that it is indeed because of the system that Fang Lang's life trajectory can undergo such a big change, which is why he was able to grow from the tail of a small academy crane to the current magnificent Tang Dynasty champion.

Fang Lang is grateful for the system. Of course, Fang Lang's own hard work is also indispensable. After all, Fang Lang has been hovering on the edge of life and death many times, and even almost died.

"It turns out that Old Jiang has become stronger. If Old Jiang hadn't made such a move, I would have almost forgotten her."

"With my current strength, Lao Jiang can't catch up with me before I know it..."

"However, Old Jiang's becoming stronger this time is a bit weird. It doesn't seem to be due to a breakthrough in his own strength, it seems... to be related to his blood."

Fang Lang murmured.

With so many bonded objects bound, Fang Lang can clearly feel the reason for the change in his own strength.

That's why he was surprised.

Fang Lang would not be surprised if it came from the promotion of Bai Ling, the saint of the demon clan. After all, Bai Ling's own strength has reached the peak of the fourth rank, and he can enter the fifth rank at any time. Because of the emperor's blood, the comprehension of "meaning" can far exceed that of ordinary people.

The improvement of strength will naturally be fast.

Not only Bai Ling, but also Chi Yun, the demon son of the demon race. These two wall hangings are close to the most holy bones. No matter how fast their cultivation base improves, Fang Lang feels normal.

"Today's Old Ginger...not very good."

"By the way, Old Jiang is so pretty, one punch should make him cry for a long time, right?"

Fang Lang muttered, entertaining himself.

The people who were with him in the past are all separated now.

After coming out of Guanfohai, Fang Lang was the only one left walking alone.

Withdrawing his mind from the system, Fang Lang was dressed in white. He was walking on the official road of Yimapingchuan, with weeds growing on both sides. Looking into the distance, he could not see the end at a glance.

However, Fang Lang was faintly visible, and there was a primitive mountain range in the distance, a primitive mountain range.

There is Fang Lang's target this time, Maizong.

Of the four swords of reincarnation of life and death, he drew three of them. Now, there is only the last lotus and death sword left. As long as this sword is drawn, Fang Lang's current wandering trip should come to an end completely.

Then he can summon Xuanyuan Taihua to return, and at that time, Fang Lang will have the strongest thighs to hug him, and no one dares to provoke him.

Xuanyuan Taihua is an existence that can make many powerful people who have transcended the realm dread it.

There are also many fanboys.

Being able to become the disciple of such a strong man, Fang Lang felt that it was inseparable from his hard work. Because of his hard work, he moved the other party.

The ground under his feet is shrinking rapidly, and Fang Lang's current strength has been able to shrink the ground to an inch.

Today, he is no longer the weak person who was forced to hide in the city.

White clothes fluttered, black hair fluttered, Fang Lang carried a sword box on his back, and the sword was hidden in the box.

He is like a handsome swordsman, and also like a handsome young man who wanders into the world.

Walking, like a banished fairy.

There was no trace of smoke and dust on the ground, and on the official road, there was only a black shadow galloping at an elusive speed.

In the end, it turned into a ray of white light, plunged into the end of the official path, and plunged into the vast mountain range like a giant.

...

...

In the dense forest, there is wind blowing.

The corners of Fang Lang's white clothes were swept up by a gust of wind, he stopped walking, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His eyes swept across the dense forest, and a smile could not help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

interesting.

Fang Lang straightened his waist and slowed down his steps. In the sword box, the obsidian sword automatically unsheathed and fell into Fang Lang's hands.

hum...

The blade gave out a clear sword chant, like a blue dragon coming out of the abyss, and made a high-pitched sound toward the sky.

The obsidian sword was suspended on Fang Lang's shoulder, floating quietly, like a fish swimming out of water, playing happily.

rustle...

As Fang Lang stepped on lightly, stepping on the leaves falling from the ancient trees in the dense forest, the subtle sound came from, causing the darkness in the dense forest to gradually ripple.

In an instant, everyone was attracted.

...

In the jungle.

The eyes of the Third Prince who was wearing armor and riding a white horse suddenly froze.

Beside him, a burly general under the command of Asi Luoshan spoke coldly and dignifiedly.

"coming."

The corners of the third prince Li Liancheng's lips twitched slightly: "He really came, he is indeed Xuanyuan Taihua's good apprentice."

"He should know that this trip to the Maizong is likely to be full of many crises, but he still came. He is really confident and arrogant enough."

"He seemed very confident in his abilities."

"But it's true. In the battle for the pagoda, he is the saint and devil who overwhelmed the monsters and demons."

There was a faint smile in Li Liancheng's voice.

Fang Lang is here, he is very happy.

"Let someone stop him. It would be best if he can be captured. If he resists, he will be killed."

Li Liancheng said.

This time, Fang Lang had to die.

Behind Li Liancheng, the strong men under the command of Asi Luoshan and the strong men of the Dao Sect frowned and asked: "Your Highness, this is outside the gate of the Mai Zong Mountain. If we do this, will the Sect Master of the Mai Sect be angry?" Notice?"

Their concerns are not without reason.

One must know that the Sect Master of Mai Sect is not a weak person, although he is not detached, but with the help of the study of blood, he can possess a power that is not weaker than detachment.

Once the opponent is disturbed, what awaits them may be the wrath of the strongest.

Li Liancheng was very relaxed: "Don't worry, Maizong will not help Fang Lang."

He rode on the white horse and looked back at the Maizong Mountain Gate, which looked like a mirage in the desert.

"Although the emperor's uncle from Maizong is not interested in imperial power, but... he is very interested in iron law."

"Mai Sect's strength is not weak, as long as the army does not break into the Mai Sect's territory, it will not cause you to obstruct the Mai Sect."

"And Maizong will not rescue Fang Lang, because the master of Maizong is very interested in Xuanyuan Taihua's sword."

The corners of Li Liancheng's mouth were raised slightly, full of confidence.

He is very clear about the position of Maizong.

Mai Zong still mostly ignores Fang Lang. As long as they don't break the rules of Mai Zong, no matter what actions they take outside of Mai Zong, this second sect in the world will not make a move.

"Go, as long as Fang Lang can't set foot in the desert area, Maizong... don't worry."

Li Liancheng said.

Several strong men looked at each other, and then disappeared.

Li Liancheng held the reins, his eyes were deep, and there was a dash of madness and anticipation in his deep eyes.

...

...

The cool wind howled and the fallen leaves were flying.

The flying leaves are like a colorful snow.

Fang Lang stopped his pace and stood still, with the corners of his white clothes hanging down, like a sharp edge out of its sheath.

In the distance, among the ancient trees in the sky, there are layers of passes. The wooden passes block the way to Maizong. Some soldiers in gold armor hold long daggers, hold swords on their waists, and immediately block the way forward. OK.

ambush?

The smile on Fang Lang's face became more and more intense, and he seemed to know... who was stopping him.

Fang Lang didn't stop, and there seemed to be invisible ripples around him, like fallen leaves blown by wind and snow, all of which were invisible.

That was Fang Lang's intention.

"It's a good time to come, and I will fight with this, and I will support me."

"Thousands of troops and horses, support me."

In the past, Professor Wen taught Yijian for ten years.

Now there is Fang Zhuangyuan Wanjun supporting Yiyi.

Fang Lang chuckled and walked forward.

After exiting the pass, a wooden frame blocked the way. Soldiers holding weapons, with serious faces and sweating profusely, stared at the white clothes walking from the end of the road.

Fang Lang, the number one scholar in scientific examinations in the Tang Dynasty!

A peerless murderer!

A murderer who slaughtered all the disciples of the younger generation of Dao Sect!

The champion Lang had clearly seen them and the thousands of troops behind them, but Fang Lang didn't stop, walking like a stroll in a courtyard, like walking in his own back garden.

Thousands of fallen leaves surged up from the ground.

It seems to be endowed with a fierce force, as if it has turned into an unsheathed sword!

That's the power of mind, the fifth-grade realm, what is cultivated is mind.

Not only the fifth rank, after the fifth rank, until the ninth rank, it is all about cultivating the mind.

There are many meanings between heaven and earth.

For example, Wen Ting raised a sword for ten years, and what he raised was the meaning of feeding the sword with his body.

Like Lao Jiang, her intention is the sword intention of the four seasons, an intention to mobilize the natural power of the world for her own use.

As for Fang Lang, he has the sword intent of ten thousand swords and the sword intent of time...

Coupled with the bound fetters of many sword intents, including Lao Jiang's, the monster saint, the demon son, and Wen Ting...

Fang Lang's meaning is much more colorful than ordinary people who can only comprehend one kind of meaning.

Therefore, Fang Lang's meaning is colorful.

But at this moment, Fang Lang released it, and what he was accumulating was... the sword intent of Wan Jian.

Before the pass.

Many soldiers were sweating coldly, their hands holding the spears and swords were trembling uncontrollably.

They could clearly see that the white-clothed swordsman who was strolling in the courtyard was unrestrained and unrestrained.

The flying leaves all over the sky, the ancient roads and long forests, and the white clothes holding swords seem to have turned into a quiet picture scroll at this moment. sword.

Spooky and scary!

what is this?

The backs of all the soldiers on guard were soaked, as if they were being pointed at by swords.

Most of these soldiers were soldiers of the second or third rank, and fear spread deep in their hearts.

Why do they want to be the ones who hinder the progress of this champion?

Who dares to stop such an existence? Who can stop it? !

Fang Lang came on foot, and the surrounding scenery was disappearing.

Soon, he came to the pass and faced the soldiers.

Fang Lang's intentions became stronger and stronger, vaguely, like a "god" floating above the heads of many soldiers, it was a kind of power overlooking!

The soldiers' muscles were stiff, and they were pointed at by Fei Ye one by one, but they dared not move as if they were pointed at their noses by the tip of a sword.

They roared in their hearts and wanted to move, but the fear in their bodies could not be suppressed.

For a while, in the hearts of many soldiers, the awe of Fang Lang reached its peak.

Fang Lang smiled, raised his hand lightly, and held the obsidian sword floating on his shoulder.

The moment he held the sword, the leaves flying all over the sky seemed to tremble.

As the stars move, they emit a clear sword chant.

Fang Lang held the sword and waved it lightly in front of him.

It's like holding a brush and splashing ink in front of you.

The pass was cut into two halves.

It broke!

Rumble!

Above the sky, black clouds hit, and as Fang Lang's family slashed out, it seemed to split the dam that blocked the clouds and rain in the sky, and endless rain poured down.

The soldiers at the pass did not dare to stop them.

Fang Lang stepped over them lightly, facing the flying leaves all over the sky and the torrential rain.

He stopped, leaned on the sword, and raised his chin.

Just like back then, on the ring, he was full of vigor.

Looking into the distance.

In the dense forest under the torrential rain, there is a black line that spreads for an unknown distance from east to west, quietly emerging from the depths of the dense forest.

Immediately there was a shocking thunder, as if pouring from an endless sea of ​​thunder!

There seems to be.

Thousands of troops are galloping, overwhelming mountains and seas!

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