Chapter 268 Killing the Crescent Moon

To be on the safe side, Fang Xing took Chu Ci straight out of the city when Chou Shi was around.

As he left the inn, this town became lively. Behind him, on the eaves, and in the streets, countless figures were staring at him, and followed him. Since the establishment of the foundation, they stared at Fang Xing and Chu Cizhizhu from afar, their eyes were cold, like evil wolves, they followed Fang Xing all the way out of the city, their bodies were full of murderous aura, disturbing the night sky.

The nature of the chance of the mysterious coffin determines that this chance can only be obtained by Tianjiao, but it is not only Tianjiao who is attracted by the chance of the mysterious coffin, but there are many cultivators from all walks of life. Countless monks have heard the news and gathered in Jueyao Ridge Outside of chance, I tried to see what I could get something for, but there are many people who get something, and the means are various...

However, no matter what kind of screening object or what kind of method is used, Fang Xing cannot be missed.

A little cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment is showing off with hundreds of top-grade spirit stones...

This is simply putting the meat on the dog's mouth and hoping it won't eat it!

Fang Xing, on the other hand, had already sensed the crisis lurking in the dark, with a calm demeanor, but Chu Ci was a little terrified by the inexplicable chilling atmosphere, holding Fang Xing's arm tightly, looking around while walking .

"Little friend, stay!"

Less than thirty miles away from the city, under a dead tree in front of him, an old man in gray appeared and blocked the road.

Fang Xing recognized that the old man was Nafu's guardian, so he laughed: "Old man, what are you doing here?"

The old man in gray said lightly: "You have offended my young lady, I am here to take your life!"

When he said these words, he had already secretly accumulated spiritual energy, and his body burst out with murderous aura, revealing his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

However, Fang Xing, who thought he would be frightened by himself, suddenly burst into laughter, which made the old man startled slightly.

"There are so many people who want to kill the young master, how old are you?"

Fang Xing held Chu Ci who was about to cry with his left hand, raised his thumb, and pointed behind him.

The old man in gray looked up at the darkness behind Fang Xing, but was also slightly startled.

Shadowy, I don't know how many people showed up, surrounded Fang Xing, their cultivation bases were high and low, the high cultivation bases had terrifying auras, at least they were in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and they couldn't even match themselves There was no chance of winning, and those with low cultivation levels had five or six levels of agility. The worst part was that he even saw the shopkeeper of the inn hiding in the crowd and looking around.

At this moment, the gray-clothed old man was startled. Although he had already guessed that this brat's revealing his wealth in front of people yesterday would definitely attract unscrupulous people to covet him, he didn't expect so much.

It's just that at this moment, he was also inexplicably chilled: This brat seems to be acting too relaxed...

"The people are almost together?"

Fang Xing took out a large flag with his right hand, waved it in the air, faced the crowd, and said coldly.

The crowd was silent and no one answered, but the murderous look on his body answered his question very well.

Fang Xing laughed, showing off his cultivation, clasped his fists and said, "Dear fellows, my master and you should never know each other. I came here just because of the chance that came from heaven, but I don't know that you came here from the city. I followed here, so why?"

The crowd was silent and no one answered.

After a long time, there was a voice that said sinisterly: "Little ghost, people die for money, birds die for food, what are you doing?"

"Oh, so it was a robbery? Haha, for the sake of my colleagues, let me ask again..."

Fang Xing lowered his face, scanned the crowd, and said, "Is there anyone who doesn't want to rob and is ready to leave?"

The crowd was silent, no one left, but some people surrounded Fang Xing, faintly blocking Fang Xing's way.

Fang Xing pretended not to see, and continued to ask: "Anyone want to leave?"

Among the crowd, someone had already sacrificed the magic weapon, and the spiritual light flickered faintly, with a murderous aura.

"It's really a man-made death!"

Fang Xing sighed secretly, and asked again: "Do you want to leave?"

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Every time he asked a question, the murderous aura in his heart became stronger, making the invisible night sky more dignified.

Some of the higher cultivation bases felt a little danger from Fang Xing and hesitated, but in the end they stayed. Facing a kid with a second-level foundation, they felt nothing to be afraid of.

"Haha, is this kid crazy? Can you scare us away with such words?"

Suddenly someone laughed loudly, but broke the dignified atmosphere in the room.

"Hey, this kid has quite a lot of treasures on him. I heard people say that he picked it up after a few powerful monks fought their way to death. I don't know how many there are. Is it enough for us..."

"Everyone depends on their ability, this brat is there, whoever snatches it will be his!"

"Hmph, our bone age has exceeded the limit, and we can't enter the land of chance. It's a chance to slaughter more such little fat sheep..."

There were whispers in the crowd, but gradually, it turned into loud discussions and ridicules.

"Fang Xiaojiu, what shall we do?"

When had Chu Ci seen such a big battle, his face turned pale with fright.

Even if she is the little princess of the Chu domain, even if she is the arrogance of the pinnacle of agility, she is a little trembling in front of this group of menacing bandit cultivators.

"Haha, look, I have no choice but to kill them!"

Fang Xing said very easily.

Chu Ci was about to cry: "How could you beat them? You should find a way to escape!"

Fang Xingdao: "It's easy for me to escape by myself, but I can't escape with you!"

Chu Ci was startled, tears flowed down her cheeks, and she said aggrievedly, "Are you going to throw me down?"

This pitiful look made Fang Xing's heart soften, and he said with a smile: "You are crying, I didn't say to leave you alone, just follow me..."

Chu Ci hastily grabbed the hem of his clothes and followed suit.

Fang Xing glanced back and sighed: "If it's a fight, it's not enough. The young master will suffer a bit, so let's carry you!"

At this moment, Chu Ci had no idea at all, and obediently climbed onto Fang Xing's back, burying her little head in his back.

But Fang Xing waved the banner, his whole person changed, and said coldly: "Three times of persuasion, life and death are up to you, don't blame the young master for being cruel..."

"Hehe, how dare a brat in the Foundation Establishment Realm act presumptuously in front of us?"

Among the crowd, a masked old man stood up, sneered, and pointed over.

This person's cultivation level is impressively at the fourth level of foundation building. With that point, the strong wind swept within ten feet around him, and it condensed into a point in front of his finger, like a drill bit formed by countless small wind blades. Generally speaking, the power is extremely terrifying.

Just looking at this type of spell, one can guess that this old man has an extraordinary background. He must not be an ordinary casual cultivator. A windfall.

"I don't know how to live or die, break it for me!"

Fang Xing drank coldly, waved the big flag in his hand, rolled it up in one place, used the flag as a gun, and pointed it straight out.

The big flag was dark and inconspicuous, and it didn't even have the slightest aura fluctuation. The masked old man didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when his finger touched the big flag, he realized something was wrong. The Gale Finger, which could tear apart the black iron, didn't even tear the black flag's very ordinary-looking surface. Feeling bad, he immediately retreated.

"Can I go?"

Fang Xing yelled in a cold voice, he strengthened his hands, the flag shook, and there was a "boom", and the strength soared.

"Snapped……"

The masked cultivator didn't even react. In an instant, the wind blade in front of his finger shattered, then his fingers shattered, and then the big flag slashed towards him, cutting a hole in his body all at once, and blood dripped down...

However, the spilled blood did not fall on the ground, but was absorbed by the black banner. Even the blood line that had already dripped into the air seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flew back to the ground. On the flag!

"What... what's going on here?"

Someone was terrified and cried out.

"Killed this mid-foundation cultivator in one move, what kind of cultivation is this brat...?"

In panic, some people have already started to shrink back, their minds were shaken, and they wanted to escape.

"Haha, don't panic, this kid is powerful, but it also means that the things on him are more valuable. I want that big flag!"

Suddenly, a cold laughter sounded, and a tall man of two feet rushed out. He was also a foundation-builder. He punched out and shook the air like a wind and thunder. Come on, just from the power of this punch, it can be seen that this person is a standard war cultivator, and only a war cultivator can cultivate his strength to such an astonishing level.

What was even more threatening was his words, which immediately aroused the greed in the hearts of all the cultivators, and they swarmed up.

"People die for money, birds die for food, it's true..."

Fang Xing chuckled secretly, and waved the banner: "Old Xie, take this opportunity, let's have a full meal..."

Above the big banner, black smoke billowed, covering the whole world, and the laughter of Dapeng Xiewang was also mixed in the middle.

"kill……"

All the monks rushed up.

Fang Xing was fearless, and threw the Wanling Banner into the air, which was driven by the Dapeng Xiewang alone, while he himself took the single-legged lone spear with his backhand, and swept it out with his spiritual power. Every time the two-foot-tall strong man rushed up, the one-legged bronze lance collided with his fist, and a strong wind was generated immediately, the strong man staggered back, his fist bones were cracked.

"Snapped"

Fang Xing was so powerful that he stepped forward with one step, and a hole was created in the ground. The one-legged bronze man swung it again, and the strong man let out a muffled roar, his head had been smashed to pieces, his body wobbled, and he collapsed. The ground, and at the same time, Fang Xing's amazing spiritual sense swept back, grabbed a short stature, and was very good at sneak attacking Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the shadows, held it high and smashed the ground.

Bloody storm, killing the Quartet!

Fang Xing waved the one-legged bronze man once, and he swept away a group of monks in front of him, even the ordinary early-stage foundation-building monks were not his generals, not to mention that there were a lot of agility mixed in. ?

This battle was really hearty.

Fang Xing had the intention to kill, and he was even more merciless when he shot. Among the monks who came to rob and kill him, there were at least three mid-stage foundation establishments, seven or eight early-stage foundation establishments, and most of the rest were at the peak of agility, which can be described as extremely strong. However, he was forced into a dead corner by him alone with one flag, and the blood was splashed, and the crescent moon that had been slanting towards the sky was dyed blood red...