readx;? Fang Xiaowu saw that the dense fog had formed a behemoth towering in front of him, and decisively retreated, but when he heard a loud "boom", a white light suddenly shot out from the dense fog, hitting the place where Fang Xiaowu was standing before, piercing the ground and forming a huge pit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fang Xiaowu secretly said that it was dangerous, holding the chalcedony sword, floating hundreds of zhang in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he urged fifty percent of the power of the chalcedony sword.

Bang!

In an instant, another white light erupted from the dense fog, but this time, Fang Xiaowu had already made preparations and blocked it with a chalcedony sword.

As a result, Fang Xiaowu was only shocked back a few feet by the white light, and there was no big problem.

Bang bang bang.

After three consecutive sounds, three white rays of light erupted from the dense fog like stray bullets, but they were blocked by Fang Xiaowu with a chalcedony sword, and there was no way to hurt Fang Xiaowu at all.

Suddenly, a roar sounded in the thick fog, like a ghost crying, as if there were thousands of ghosts screaming in unison, which was extremely piercing.

In an instant, a huge hand poked out of the dense fog like lightning, and the giant spirit slapped at Fang Xiaowu like a god, wanting to smash Fang Xiaowu into pieces.

Fang Xiaowu's heart sank, and under the unity of the human sword, the power of the chalcedony sword was urged to sixty percent.

Rumble!

When the giant hand slapped down, Fang Xiaowu used the "one will succeed in ten thousand bones" in the Wild Grass Sword Technique, and it was actually a sword piercing the palm.

However, Fang Xiaowu himself, because he consumed a lot of physical strength, did not take much advantage.

He hurriedly retreated, fell into the air, and stood beside Shirley, Ma Feng and others, secretly mobilizing the power of the Sumeru beads, and replenishing his physical strength with the breath of the Sumeru beads.

On the other side, after the giant hand was pierced by the chalcedony sword, its power was greatly reduced, and in less than two breaths, it turned into a mist and burrowed into the thick fog.

It turned out that this giant hand was not a real hand, but a condensation of the essence of the dense fog.

Its power was comparable to the top weapon of the Heaven Rank, if it weren't for Fang Xiaowu's use of the Chalcedony Sword, it would really be difficult to break it.

After a while, I saw that the dense fog contracted rapidly, and in less than ten snaps of a finger, it changed from a thousand zhang high to several zhang high, and slowly became clear.

But in the thick fog, there was a figure floating, about six feet tall, wearing a navy blue robe, with short eyebrows, and a rather ugly appearance.

This person was not only in the thick fog, but also holding a gourd in his hand, and his whole body was red, like blood, which was actually a blood gourd.

And those dense fogs were released from the blood gourd.

The blood gourd is a rare treasure.

According to He Changjiao, there are only four at most in the whole world.

Although this is a bit exaggerated, because the world is so big, no one knows how many blood gourds there are.

But in fact, the number of blood gourds can be counted in one pair of hands and feet, which shows the preciousness of this kind of gourd.

For He Changgou, the blood gourd is not only a weapon, but also a large container used to hold five-flavor wine.

And for the strange man in the dense fog, the blood gourd is the magic weapon used to collect and release the dense fog.

With the Blood Gourd, he could use the dense fog at will, otherwise, with the state of the dense fog, unless he had a martial arts pinnacle-level cultivation, it would be difficult to control.

"Hmph!" the man sneered and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you dare to destroy the immortal mist of this seat, what crime should you be guilty of?"

Fang Xiaowu glanced at the man with deep eyes, and scolded with a smile: "What kind of bullshit fairy mist, it's just a poisonous mist. ”

"Presumptuous!"

The man roared angrily, as if he was about to come out of the fog.

Suddenly, Shirley's figure flickered, blocking in front of Fang Xiaowu, a strange light shot out of her eyes, and she shouted coquettishly: "If you dare to come out, I will smash your head." ”

The man laughed angrily and said, "Stinky girl, who lent you the courage to dare to speak like this to this seat, do you know the identity of this seat?"

didn't wait for Shirley to speak, but heard Ma Feng ask, "Are you Shao Juli?"

The man was stunned and said, "So you know this seat, what is your name?"

"Ma Feng. ”

"Ma Feng?"

"Shao Juli, when did you become a thief?"

"Anti-thief?"

Shao Juli sneered disdainfully twice and said, "This seat is not an anti-thief. ”

"Since you're not a thief, why can't you get along with us?"

"You have to ask your master about this. ”

Ma Feng frowned and said, "You have a holiday with the Sixth Highness?"

Shao Juli laughed strangely and said, "How can this seat have a holiday with your master, this seat is for ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a person coming from the east, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front, but it was an old Taoist, who was a Taoist in Lingyi.

This old Taoist was born in Liangzhou, his strength is unfathomable, he wears a cloth all year round, and originally had his own Taoist name, but because others call him a Taoist person, he simply does not use his own Taoist name, but uses Lianyi instead, and it has been more than 200 years.

"Shao Juli ......" Lingyi Dao seemed to be very familiar with Shao Juli, and as soon as he appeared, he called out Shao Juli's name, "If you want to settle old accounts with Poor Dao, come directly to Poor Dao, why embarrass others, you are still the overlord of the Southern Prison." ”

Shao Juli saw the appearance of the Daoist in Lingyi, laughed loudly, and said: "Niu Nose, you have finally appeared, the old accounts of the year, this seat will be settled with you now!"

With that, he collected all the dense fog into the blood gourd, making it look like he was going to fight with the Daoist of Lingyi.

"Wait!" shouted the Clothed Daoist.

"What? Are you afraid of losing to this seat? If you are afraid of losing, kneel down and kowtow to this seat to admit your mistake, and this seat will let you go. ”

"It's not that Poor Dao is afraid of losing, but I just feel that this is not the place to do it, if you want to fight, let's change places. ”

"Impossible!"

"Why can't it be?"

"Because there is a problem in this seat. ”

"What's the difficulty?"

"The difficulty of this seat is ......"

Speaking of this, Shao Juli's eyes rolled slightly, and suddenly a cruel smile appeared on his face, and when he opened his mouth, he actually spit out a flying knife.

The flying knife is only three inches long, but its body exudes a cold aura, not to mention stabbing a person, even if it is ten zhang away, people will be injured by its breath.

I saw that the Taoist shook his hand, suddenly took out a fishing rod, and moved forward a little.

With a "ding" sound, the flying knife seemed to encounter a huge resistance, and suddenly flew out upside down and fell into Shao Juli's hands.

Shao Juli's face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly: "Niu Nose, I didn't expect that after seventy years, your skills have become more and more refined. ”

"Each other, each other. Said the Taoist in Cloth.

In fact, Lingyi Daoren and Shao Juli have fought three times, spanning more than 100 years, but they are evenly matched, and no one can help anyone, which shows that their strength is not equal, if you really want to divide the winner and lose, I am afraid that you will fight until one side dies, and one side is exhausted.