Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The sun was shining brightly, shining down on the whole world, as if covering the whole world with a layer of golden veil.

Linjiang City.

There was a dead silence, the smoke filled the air, and the smoke and dust billowed.

On the long street, pedestrians gathered on both sides, and everyone was staring. Under the golden sunlight, they looked like golden statues one after another.

There are Jianghu guests, there are blue-robed disciples below the fourth rank of Daozong, and there are guards in Linjiang City, etc...

The world was silent.

Only the sound of heavy breathing resounded in everyone's ears.

Blood, blood was all over the floor, flowing out little by little from the dilapidated restaurant.

In the shop of Qianfei Pavilion, Pavilion Master Wu and many stewards and associates crowded around the door with their eyes narrowed, looking at the restaurant across the street from Qianfei Pavilion, where corpses were lying, shaking and collapsing, and finally a thousand layers of dust were raised.

Pavilion Master Wu's eyes flickered, while the middle-aged stewards' hearts trembled, with palpitations and fear.

On the main street, the disciples of Dao Dao Sect surrounded the restaurant, their hearts were full of gloom and panic.

They stared at An Fan, whose head had been chopped off by Fang Lang, on the long street, as if boundless fear flooded their chests.

Even among the crowd, the genius Li Yuanzhen who was in the same class as Fang Lang, at this moment, the only thing in his eyes was panic.

Fang Lang... is on a killing spree!

The disciples of the Dao Sect have suffered countless deaths and injuries at this moment!

Even An Fan, the best disciple among the lower fourth grade disciples, could not escape death.

Fang Lang cut off his head mercilessly!

Li Yuanzhen still remembers that An Fan often told him that Fang Lang should not be afraid, because he is a disciple of the Dao Sect, and his future is limitless. Sooner or later, he will master the spell of the forbidden curse level, surpass Fang Lang, and become the top player in the same class. Genius in everything.

Li Yuanzhen once believed it too, but now, An Fan who said this to him had all his heads chopped off by Fang Lang.

All words of consolation have become a ridiculous past!

Fang Lang... When he first entered the fourth-rank sword artistic conception, he actually beheaded An Fan, who was at the peak of the fourth rank!

This is the real monster!

Beyond?

Beyond shit!

Li Yuanzhen's already broken mentality completely exploded at this moment.

He fell to the ground, his eyes full of despair.

How to chase such a monstrosity?

It is a kind of sadness to be born in the same era and class as such an evildoer!

Fang Lang's white clothes were stained red with blood, not his blood, but the blood of Dao Dao Sect disciples.

From the moment Fang Lang decided to kill, Fang Lang knew that he might turn into Shura, and there were pairs of terrified and frightened eyes around him, so that Fang Lang's heart did not fluctuate in the slightest.

An Fan's head was also filled with fear.

This kind of expression is rarely shown on his face, because An Fan is a person who cares about face, but what is ridiculous is that now that An Fan is dead, he who cares most about face keeps such a shameful expression forever on the face.

A gust of wind blew in, and Fang Lang was leaning on the obsidian sword. The blade was as black as ink, and it didn't even reflect sunlight, and there was continuous dark red blood flowing down from it.

The killing intent on Fang Lang's body became stronger and stronger. He was as cold as a wolf walking out of the desert, tearing apart everything that threatened him.

The Guiyuan sword returned and fled into the sword box.

Fang Lang leaned on the obsidian sword in one hand, and Anfan's head in the other, and gently threw it up.

The head crossed an arc and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

The wind blew up his blood-stained clothes, which actually had a different kind of poetic charm.

Outside the city, it has already fallen into a state of disbelief.

An Fan died, and the Dao Sect disciples who entered Linjiang City to hunt down Fang Lang's fourth-rank disciples also suffered countless casualties. Even the genius An Fan might have survived.

This cruel reality impacted the hearts of every strong person in the Dao Sect outside the city!

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Outside Linjiang City, there was a brief silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and it became extremely difficult to even move!

"He...how dare he?"

An elder of the Dao Sect stared, his beard and hair trembling, suspended in the air, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Fang Lang in the city tremblingly, his heart was in turmoil like a mudslide and collapse!

Dao Dao Sect and those strongmen who blocked Jian Shu Sect did not continue to fight at this moment, they seemed to have turned into sculptures, and everything seemed to be quite different from what they expected!

"This son...damn it!"

An elder's face was full of sorrow, and he let out a low growl.

He had clearly shouted to stop, but Fang Lang still brutally killed An Fan!

far away.

Holding a rapier in his hand, Wen Ting let out a faint laugh.

"Damn?"

"It's ridiculous."

"Are you allowed to kill my disciples of Jianshu Sect, and not allow my disciples of Jianshu Sect to fight back?"

"It's justified for you to kill Fang Lang, and it's a crime for Fang Lang to kill An Fan?"

"Are you used to the Daoist sect being superior? Don't forget, I, the Jianshu sect, was the number one sect in the Tang Dynasty!"

"I, a disciple of the Jianshu Sect, kill you a disciple of the Dao Sect... so what?!"

Wen Ting's robes were flying, and his cultivation level fell to the bottom when he killed the eldest prince Li Tianlin with a sword. Now, although he has started to recover rapidly with the help of Jianshu Sect, he has not yet fully recovered.

However, because the foundation of the seventh-rank realm is still there, this battle can still be intervened for the time being.

The scar on Elder Ji's face of Jianshu Sect trembled slightly, holding the sword, and said coldly: "Good kill!"

"It's a vendetta in the Jianghu. Since it is a vendetta in the Jianghu, it is life and death."

"A group of people chased and killed them, chased them into the city and blocked the gate, and they were killed. Do you still have the face to speak?"

"You old fellows are really ridiculous."

A tit-for-tat verbal confrontation made the faces of the strong men of Dao Dao Sect even more ugly.

As for the experts of Jianshu Sect, their complexions actually changed a little.

The main reason is that Fang Lang started killing in Linjiang City, which shocked them. Surrounded by so many disciples of the Dao Sect, it was like being in a desperate situation. However, under such circumstances, Fang Lang was still stiff blazed a trail of blood.

He didn't choose to run away, he didn't choose to hide, but shot directly, killing a world repeatedly!

While many Jianshu sect powerhouses were shocked in their hearts, they also felt as if there was a fire burning in their bodies!

Although the current Jianshu Sect has fallen to the bottom of the top ten sects.

But, my disciple of Jianshu Sect...don't be bullied!

From Fang Lang's body, they vaguely saw the shadow of Xuanyuan Taihua, the female sword fairy who overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty's sect with a sword and a peerless beauty!

The same domineering, the same one-person sweeping Liuhe!

After Wen Ting finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the city with an extremely complicated expression. After a long time, he sighed.

Back then, in the martial arts arena of Luojiang Academy, the immature young man wielding an iron sword, now... has finally embarked on a difficult bloody road.

Wen Ting couldn't help but wonder if he led the wrong way.

Whether this is good or bad for this young man.

It's a pity that there is no turning back for everything in the world. Wen Ting can't change the past. All he can do... is to clear some obstacles for the young man.

Flicking the rapier in his hand with his fingers, the rapier hummed, and Wen Ting's tepid breath began to sink in gradually.

In the distance, a strong man from the Dao Sect wanted to open the seal that sealed the city while his expression was changing, but just as he moved, Wen Ting threw out a sword light, which fell from the sky and forced the man back. The strong man of Daozong.

"Don't rush to open it, keep sealing it."

Wen Ting said lightly.

Open what seal?

Don't you like seals?

Don't you want to catch a turtle in the urn?

Let's go on!

And Wen Ting's actions made the strongmen of Jianshu Sect also react, and for a while, sword qi flew across the sky.

Outside the city, the roles were reversed. The Jianshu Sect strongman who originally planned to open the city's ban turned out to be the target of blocking Dao Zong from opening the ban formation.

This change also makes people laugh and feel a little funny.

However, under the obstruction of the strong men of Jianshu sect, the strong men of Dao Dao sect really couldn't open the formation, because the offensive of the strong men of Jianshu sect suddenly strengthened a lot!

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in the void.

There was a terrible collision, and the clouds were like a lake where a huge boulder fell, and there were terrible ripples, sweeping towards all directions!

The world seemed to be smashed into a huge hole at this moment!

in the void.

Chao Xiaojian was dressed in white snow, and the green steel sword in his hand was shattered into thousands of sword pieces, like thousands of flying swords, sweeping across the sky, like fish swimming in a river, densely packed, sweeping across the sky.

In his distance, Zhao Longshi, the head teacher of the Daoist sect, was suspended in formation, his Taoist robes were flying, and he was riding a crane, with an immortal demeanor.

At this moment, the two stopped fighting, Zhao Longshi frowned slightly, turned his head, and seemed to see the scene of blood floating in Linjiang City.

"This son... is too much."

Zhao Longshi frowned.

The death of so many disciples of the Dao Sect will have a huge impact on the entire Dao Sect, and even affect the future luck of the Dao Sect. After all, young disciples are the foundation of the Dao Sect, and they will succeed the Dao Sect in the future. pillars.

However, the geniuses of the fourth rank, including An Fan, were slaughtered by Fang Lang. This is to make Dao Daozong a succession!

"Xuanyuan Taihua is not so ruthless!"

Zhao Longshi looked serious.

Then with a flick of the whisk, he didn't intend to continue fighting with Chao Xiaojian.

He was going to Linjiang City to take a look at the situation.

However, Chao Xiaojian refused to give in. Although Fang Lang's killing was somewhat beyond his expectation, Chao Xiaojian felt extremely refreshed.

grass! As expected, he was the person he set his eyes on, the head sister of Chao Xiaojian!

This violent temper is really in line with his heart towards Xiaojian!

"Zhao Longshi, young people have young people's confrontation, what are you getting involved with, you bad old man?"

Sweeping Xiaojian's sword finger, countless flying swords suddenly smashed down like a galaxy that vented nine heavens!

However, Zhao Longshi ignored it, and pushed out the magic formation, as if a mountain was moving across, entangled Jianhe facing Xiaojian, and flew towards Linjiang City while fighting.

Chao Xiaojian was also helpless, there was still a gap between him and Zhao Longshi in terms of hard power, but Chao Xiaojian was also ruthless.

If he is really cornered, don't blame him for trying his best to Xiaojian.

Even the little guy Fang Lang dared to work so hard, he couldn't lose his face to Xiaojian, he was also known as the white-haired sword demon who killed the enemy by desperately leaping up and down!

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Dao Sect, above Tongtian Mountain.

Zhao Taifeng frowned, constantly absorbing spiritual power from the Dao Mausoleum to make up for it.

His eyes seemed to span time and space, and he saw the scene in Linjiang City. Fang Lang's ruthlessness and methods were somewhat unexpected.

And the more this is the case, the more Zhao Taifeng feels that Fang Lang cannot be let go. If this son grows up, he will definitely become the second Xuanyuan Taihua.

Maybe it's a good thing for the Great Tang Dynasty, but it's not a good thing for his Dao Sect!

Suddenly, Zhao Taifeng's eyes fluctuated, and he turned his head to look at the void. His eyes couldn't help concentrating, but he saw the void fluctuate slightly, and a terrifying aura swept over. Someone loomed in the clouds, with iron armor clattering, terrifying energy and blood , Repeatedly, the fire burned thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"It's you……"

Zhao Taifeng stared at the burly man in armor who appeared from behind the cloud, frowning slightly.

"Master Zhao, how about a cooperation?"

The burly man said lightly.

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Linjiang City.

On the mountain road hundreds of miles outside the city, an old monk in cassock, holding a scepter, and a young monk with a carrot head at his side, walked slowly. The mountain road passed under his feet like caterpillars.

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, and his cassock and robes were flying.

"Master, where are we going when we leave the mountain gate?"

"It will soon be the day when our disciples of Guanfohai will confront the geniuses of the demon race and the demon race in the Lingshan Yaoque. Master, you are not leading this battle, but what are you doing away from the mountain gate?"

The little monk raised his head, with a look of anxiety on his face.

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the young monk, his face was full of kindness: "We see that the demon tower guarded by the Buddha Sea is different from the demon tower guarded by other forces. In our Buddhist sect, we pay attention to compassion and do not allow killing, so Ten rank nine entered the world of monsters, turned into pagodas, expelled the monsters and beasts in the monster tower, opened up a Buddhist realm, and kept one side peaceful."

"However, on the side of the demon world, there are also ten strong men from the demon clan and the demon clan, who turned into demon towers, confronted my Buddhist masters, and competed with each other. It can also be regarded as a communication between the two worlds. .”

"Instead of agreeing, there will be a confrontation between the younger generation of geniuses every ten years."

"If it wins, one of the demon pagodas will retreat, and if it is defeated, one of our Buddhist pagodas will retreat."

The old monk's words made the young monk's face full of dignity.

"That's right, master, this year's pagoda battle is about to begin. Since you know it, why are we here?"

The little monk said anxiously.

The old monk chuckled, raised his head, raised his palms in front of him, and let out a breath slowly.

"One hundred and eighty-nine years have passed in a blink of an eye, and this year is the last ten years... In the first eighteen confrontations, the outcome was evenly divided. Now there is only one Buddhist pagoda left, and only one demon pagoda remains."

"This last battle is very important."

"If we win, the stability that Lingshan Yao Que has maintained for nearly two hundred years will continue. If we lose, the demon world will definitely drive the monsters that were expelled by the pagoda back to the Yao Que, and even the sea of ​​Buddhas will no longer exist. Peaceful."

"And, there is a very important reason, this last pagoda cannot be retreated."

"And do you think I, the younger generation of Guanfohai, can win this final battle steadily?"

The old monk's eyes were a little dark.

The little monk suddenly became unhappy: "Master, do you look down on me?"

The corner of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to knock on the head of the young monk: "This year, the demon clan and the demon clan are fully prepared. Your brothers who have been working asceticly in the demon world have sent back news that the demon clan will dispatch the demon clan this year." The saint and the demons..."

The face of the old monk gradually became serious: "In the sea of ​​Buddha, the news sent back by your senior brothers who entered the world of demons and ascetics stated that the talents of the saints of the demon race and the demon sons of the demon race are the most terrifying in this world, and their roots are even more terrifying. Human beings are divided according to the bones of the Tang Dynasty, and even suspected to be close to the most sacred bones in the legends in the classics!"

"Do you think it's okay for you to fuck you?"

The old monk looked at the young monk and asked.

The little monk opened his mouth slightly and kept shaking his head.

Holy bone?

Is there really a holy bone in the world? !

"Then master is going to Linjiang City because he intends to give the only foreign aid quota to An Fan of Dao Dao Sect? It is said that An Fan's strength is quite good, but is he the most holy bone?"

The little monk raised his eyebrows upside down and asked unwillingly.

Wrinkles piled up on the old monk's face, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Linjiang City, smiled deeply, raised his palms and said softly: "We are not looking for An Fan."

"We are looking for this year's new champion Fang Lang."

"I don't know what kind of root Fang Lang is, but...he is a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal."

"that's enough."

The little monk at the side was startled, didn't he look for An Fan? To find Fang Lang, the disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal?

The little monk thought of the sword inserted in the Buddhist Pagoda, and couldn't help but fell silent.

If it was Xuanyuan Taihua's disciple, maybe... he could compete with the demon saints and the devils, right?

However, the little monk was still a little unconvinced.

After all, Xuanyuan Taihua is Xuanyuan Taihua, and her disciples... are disciples.

Can Xuanyuan Taihua's disciples be compared with Xuanyuan Taihua? !

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Linjiang City.

They fought together outside the city again, but the identities of the two sides were reversed. The strong man of the Jianshu sect who originally planned to open the city gate chose to block the strong man of the Dao sect.

For a moment, the two sides fought a real fire, and the sword and light array intertwined endlessly, blasting the road outside the city into potholes!

The turmoil spread into the city, causing panic among the people of Linjiang City!

But in the city, people feel even more panic!

Fang Lang walked towards the outside of Linjiang City step by step, and all the fourth-rank disciples of the Dao Dao Sect were dead, and the remaining third-rank disciples gathered together, confronting Fang Lang, and kept moving towards the city on the long street. Withdrew in the direction of the city gate.

Looking down from a high altitude, it seemed that Fang Lang had forced back hundreds of third-rank disciples of the Dao Sect by himself.

The quacks around were already trembling with fear. Although the disciples of the Dao Dao Sect offered a generous price, but thinking of the group of quacks who died in the restaurant, the rest of the people were left with nothing but fear.

Fang Lang's eyes did not fluctuate too violently.

He walked on foot, his blood-stained clothes fluttering, and he was alone, forcing hundreds of disciples of Dao Sect to dare not make any changes.

Not daring to make seals, not daring to make loud noises, so I could only keep backing away, backing away...

After retreating to the gate of the city, there is no way to retreat.

The main reason is that Fang Lang killed so many fourth-rank disciples of the Dao Sect, and there was a momentum gathered in his body invisible, which was a frightening momentum.

Killing one is a crime, but killing all is a hero!

Although Fang Lang has never slaughtered Wan, he still has an awe-inspiring aura.

The disciples of the Dao Sect who were forced to retreat to the city gate all had ugly faces. Among the crowd, there was a disciple of the Dao Sect who said sharply: "Fang Lang! Linjiang City has been blocked by the strong men of my Dao Sect. You can't kill it!"

"Could it be that you really intend to kill us all?"

"Then how is your behavior different from that of a demon?"

In the crowd, Li Yuanzhen was pale and didn't know what to say. He stared at Fang Lang, but when Fang Lang heard such words, he stopped walking, and a warm smile couldn't help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

This smile made Li Yuanzhen's hair stand on end and his pores tightened.

"He really can kill! He really can kill!"

Li Yuanzhen turned around and ran towards the city gate, slapping the city gate vigorously.

Facing a group of third-rank disciples of Daoist sect, Fang Lang still had a warm smile on his face.

With a flash of his figure, he swooped out suddenly, and rushed into the crowd before the effect of the double persistence card disappeared!

The obsidian sword was swung out, and the twin swords spurted out.

The sword thunder swept across the thunder, like a blue thunder dragon, stirring among the third-rank disciples, bringing up puffs of blood!

As long as the third-rank disciple of Daozong who dared to make a move, Fang Lang didn't have any politeness, and he raised his sword and dropped it.

Under the sun, blood was constantly blooming like flowers. Fang Lang took one step and killed one person, and ten steps killed ten people.

The white robe on his body had already been stained with blood.

The white clothes turned into blood, but his face didn't change much.

Li Yuanzhen knelt down on the ground blankly, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and he even forgot to connect the array.

There was the sound of bloody footsteps.

Fang Lang held the obsidian sword obliquely, walked to Li Yuanzhen's side, and turned to look at him.

Li Yuanzhen's eyes were dull, and he raised his head numbly to meet Fang Lang's gaze.

Fang Lang watched quietly.

After a long time, a warm smile bloomed on his face. This smile was deeply engraved in the depths of Li Yuanzhen's heart, like a demon walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

Afterwards, Fang Lang held the obsidian sword obliquely, passed Li Yuanzhen, and did not kill him.

All around, a Daoist disciple who fell to the ground was shaking physically and mentally.

Fang Lang didn't kill them all, but these disciples had completely lost their fighting spirit, leaving only the endless shadow left by Fang Lang!

Fang Lang's hands were covered with blood, and the obsidian sword was sheathed.

Standing under the tower, he raised his eyes to look at the guards of Linjiang City above the tower.

"Open the door, please."

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and bowed slightly to the soldier guarding the city.

On the city tower, a group of armored soldiers swallowed their saliva and hurriedly opened the gate of Linjiang City without daring to disobey.

crunch...

The city gate opened slowly, and the sun slanted on Fang Lang's blood-stained figure.

Under his feet and behind him was a bloody road strewn with corpses.

outside the city.

Stop fighting.

The floating formation blocked the city.

However, the opened city gate also allows the scenery inside the city to be fully seen by the eyes of many strong men fighting outside the city.

Everyone stared blankly, with their mouths slightly open.

Mountains and forests in the distance.

The two monks, one old and one young, seem to shrink to an inch.

Looking at Fang Lang, who was dripping blood from the corner of his clothes in the city gate, the little monk involuntarily touched his bald head, his lips pursed for a while.

"Master...Master...I am convinced."

"Master, do we... really want to invite him?"

The old monk's eyes were deep, and in the depths of his pupils, he reflected the tragic scene in Linjiang City, which looked like Shura's hell. He sighed and folded his palms together.

"Amitabha."

"That's him."

PS: There is an abnormal sound in the heart, you can’t sit for a long time, you need to rest more, as long as you sit for too long, your chest will hurt, alas, I’m a little confused, this is the first time this happens after writing a book for so many years, the latest update may not be so good Stable, sorry.