"A passerby, why are you pretending to be?"

Fang Yu smiled disdainfully and used the Qingfeng sword to strode towards the other party with a sword flower. When they were four or five feet apart, they slashed at the other party with a sharp sword.

"Little beast is looking for death!"

Seeing Fang Yu looking ignoring him, Ji Da was immediately exposed and slashed towards Fang Yu angrily.

He is now a powerful general, and he can lead an army and control the life and death of a region when he returns to the secular world.

Fang Yu is so arrogant. If he doesn't kill him, how can his strong man's dignity remain?

Two spiritual swords slashed at each other like lightning, and a clang sounded, and Ji Da's spiritual sword flew out.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing this, Ji Qiang looked dull, and Ji Da was so shocked that his hair stood up.

After being promoted to the Martial General Realm, Ji Da's basic strength reached more than 1,900 kilograms. In addition, the great success of the Qianfeng Sword Technique, the power of his sword exceeded 2,700 kilograms.

But Fang Yu was stabbed to the spirit sword and bounced away. How amazing did Fang Yu's sword's power reach?

Fang Yu is clearly in the warrior realm, so how could his strength be so terrifying? Could it be that he, a general, be a fake?

"bump!"

But at this time, Fang Yu punched out and knocked Ji Da out like a ball.

Ji Da bumped into a big tree, breaking the big tree with a crack.

"Wow!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and grabbed the vines beside him, unable to even stand up.

"Uncle Da!"

Ji Qiang was so scared that he even urinated and retreated to the side in screaming.

"Want to escape?"

Fang Yu smiled faintly, fell on the other party's life, and punched him out, directly knocking him into pieces.

The Thunder Fist is a third-grade one. You can detonate the spiritual power of 9 acupoints by getting started. The power of this punch is close to 4,000 kilograms.

Ji Qiang is only a third level of a warrior, and his combat power is no more than 700 kilograms. How can he withstand his punch?

"Ding, killing a human race will harm one, and rewarding luck value of 5 points."

"Ding, killing a human race will harm one, and rewarding luck value is 4 points."

At this time, two consecutive prompt sounds rang in Fang Yu's mind, and the reward for killing Ji Wei and the other two was received.

"It's better than nothing."

Fang Yu thought calmly.

It seems that killing such a small character is very poor in luck. If you want to earn luck quickly, you have to kill Ji Qingyang's thousand-year disaster.

"Don't...don't kill me, if you kill me, Young Master Qingyang will not let you go!"

Seeing Fang Yu walking towards him with a wicked smile, Ji Da begged weakly and rolled and crawled backwards and fled.

"I have killed two of them. Do you think your Young Master Qingyang will let me go?"

Fang Yu mocked and said authentically.

If you can't beat it, you'll be on the backstage. Do you think he'll be afraid of this? These people really can't figure it out.

"Don't worry, I'll save your life."

But he immediately changed his tone.

Then cut off a vine, tie Ji Da's legs, and dragged him to the other side of the mountain.

With his basic strength of 2,000 kilograms, dragging a person is like pulling a toy car for a child, without any effort.

With Ji Da's guidance, Fang Yu's journey was unobstructed and soon arrived near the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain had completely cracked, and rich spiritual energy continued to gush out, causing his pores to spontaneously open.

Under the cracked cliff, a foggy earth spread rapidly.

A young man in luxurious clothes was fighting against a three-story golden-eyed Qilin at the middle of the earth by the lake.

In the lake beside it, the rays of light emitted a burst of fragrance, and it was obvious that there was an incredible treasure about to be born.

The young man dressed in luxurious clothes is naturally Ji Qingyang.

At this moment, he was waving a spiritual sword that shone brightly and slashed at the golden-eyed unicorn.

Every time a sword was cut, a five or six-foot-long sword light shot out, and the power of each strike reached five or six thousand kilograms.

The golden-eyed Qilin also had a full body of demonic light, and the aroused waves of air made the surrounding trees fall down.

Every time a claw was blasted, it condensed into a giant claw of six or seven feet, shattering the rocks on the ground like bubbles, leaving behind shocking holes.

There is also a red aperture above their heads.

However, the golden-eyed Qilin only looks a little light red, and it is almost impossible to see without careful observation.

Ji Qingyang's aperture radius is more than one meter, and it looks like a dazzling red sun. It is obviously a disaster that has caused to the human race is thousands of times more serious than that of Lin Feng and others.

"Golden Eye Qilin, don't force me to use the last resort. If you don't want to die, it's better to be my youngest's battle pet. This major general will lead you to an unimaginable height. If you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless and kill you with one blow!"

Seeing that he could not fight for a long time, Ji Qingyang gradually lost his patience and said sternly to the Jinmu Qilin.

"Boom!"

The clouds surged at the bottom of the golden-eyed Qilin's feet, and it actually jumped onto a hill, with four legs slightly bent, and sobbing at Ji Qingyang.

It was obviously unwilling to surrender and was ready to rush and launch a fatal counterattack.

"It seems that you won't cry after seeing the coffin."
Chapter completed!