The alien devil is in the city

Wu Qingtian's words made Wu Qinghai stunned, and then he started to think.

It seems that what Wu Qingtian said is true, but why is he so sure that Wu Yang will die?

Except for him, Wu Qingtian designed to kill him, who can kill him?

"Why would he die?"

"Yang'er, you are finally willing to call him Yang'er..."

Wu Qingtian couldn't say anything sarcastic.

"You are not talking about this issue with you now. I ask you, as long as you don't design to harm him, who else in this world can kill him?"

"Haha, you look down on your son too highly.

You and I have lived for so many years, and we should know that there are people outside this person and there is heaven outside. We can be invincible here, can we be invincible outside?"

"Our ancestors have been invincible."

"Yes, you said that you have never been invincible, but you have never been invincible. Now you must also think that no one can kill Wuyang in garbage places like Trial City, right?"

After Wu Qingtian finished speaking, he looked at Wu Qinghai.

Wu Qinghai nodded in agreement with his point of view.

"Then you are wrong, there is only one person."

"You said the trialist who just came in?"

After Wu Qinghai finished speaking, he looked at Wu Qingtian, and then nodded when he saw Wu Qingtian.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The hunting clan who just came in at most half-step and who was also a half-step saint is invincible.

Wu Yang is even more invincible."

"Invincible? Then how did Wu Shuai and the others die?"

Wu Qingtian's words immediately made Wu Qinghai feel a little nervous. No, this time it may be true.

No, I can't let Luyao's son die. Luyao dies for his own son. I promised Luyao to protect him for the rest of his life.

I would rather die than let him die.

Thinking of the saint's strength burst out quickly, he then punched him out.

Wu Qingtian snorted coldly and punched him.

"Since you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end. Waiting for your guardian elder to leave here is your death."

"You are mean, you are shameless."

"I am despicable? I am shameless? From the moment you killed my father, I vowed to avenge my father."

"You, you, my father committed suicide, I didn't kill him. Don't blame me, okay?"

"Suicide? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Wu Qingtian didn't believe it, so the two of them fought more and more fiercely.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of the space rupture immediately sounded.

Such a strong and violent sound of rupture sound did not destroy the aperture that enveloped this space at all.

It didn't spread any of it, it was still quiet.

The members of the hunting clan walked here and did not find it.

...

As soon as Fang Fan arranged the matter of the Trial City, he led the fat man and the other three to the Trial City.

Li Lan and the others were working hard to train the 100 most qualified children who had just been selected.

"City Lord, will we go there to find resources this time?"

"First go to Xianling Valley, dig all the fairy stones there, and then look for other resources."

"Yeah, OK."

Then the four of them came to the Xianling Valley mining area with a familiarity. This time they planned to engage in a protracted battle, so they brought enough storage rings.

Fang Fan was still hidden at the gate of Xianling Valley.

One day, two days passed, and the hunting clan members did not arrive. It seemed that they did not notice the arrival of Fang Fan and his group.

But Fang Fan did not have the mentality of relaxation at all.

Just as the third day was about to arrive, Fang Fan narrowed his eyes and then a sound came from him.

"You are lurking in the mining area, don't come out no matter what happens above."

"City Lord..." The fat man knew that Fang Fan must have encountered danger and wanted to say it, but saw Fang Fan's cold voice coming.

"This is an order."

"Yes, the city lord."

Then the three of them quickly hid in the mining area.

Before Wuyang and the 300 hunting tribe rushed into the Fairy Spirit Valley, Fang Fan had already rushed out.

With a sword, the Longquan sword flew out and then disappeared.

Then I heard the sound of the head falling to the ground.

"Not good, stop, the enemy is too strong, defense."

Wu Yang's words made the group stop quickly and then form a circle to defend.

Although it was extremely fast, it still died a lot.

Looking at the bodies of forty or fifty people, Wu Yang's face turned gloomy. So many people died before the fight started. What a weakening of morale.

Why is this person so strong? You must know that these people are all half-step saints, not cats and dogs.

Killing a half-step saint is as simple as cutting vegetables, this person is so terrifying.

Thinking of this, his hands tightly held two talismans.

Fortunately, I was smart and brought two talismans from my father, otherwise I might have been here today.

Thinking of this, Wu Yang looked at Fang Fan with a gloomy face.

But he found a black man appearing in front of him.

This? There are countless question marks in his mind. Who is this? The demon, finally he learned who Fang Fan was from his ancestral home.

"The Demon, no wonder he is so strong, no matter how strong he is,

There are scumbags in front of us hunting clans.

superior."

Although Wu Yang was extremely scared at this moment, he still looked arrogant.

The words on the above made the monks of the hunting clan who were a little scared look fearless, and then rushed up quickly.

When the Longquan Sword returned to Fang Fan's hand, Fang Fan stabbed countless peach blossoms without hesitation to cover the hunting clan.

"Get out." When the pink peach blossoms surged towards them, the hunting clan became angry and slashed them out with one knife.

The sword light shows, and the peach blossoms fall.

But all the more than ten peach blossoms flew into the bodies of some hunting tribes, causing them to suffer a lot of injuries.

After their swords split Fang Fan's peach blossoms, they all swung again without any stop.

Then in this area, countless sword lights flew towards Fang Fan.

Looking at the endless sword lights, Fang Fan did not hesitate to draw his sword.

The sky, which was originally covered with sword light, returned to Qingming after this sword light.

The aftermath of the sword drawing technique caused the monks of the hunting clan who rushed in the front to vomit blood.

It seems that I can't move forward anymore, so I'll fight here.

Wu Yang immediately decided and then commanded.

Then the hunting clan members stopped moving but slashed out the sword light again.

The injured person is healing behind him.

Obviously, he wanted to start a protracted battle to kill Fang Fan.

"snort."

Fang Fan snorted coldly, not caring about the sword lights, but resisted with his body, and at the same time his Longquan sword flew out again.

Kill the sky with one sword.

This time the sword was faster, and they didn't expect Fang Fan to use his body to resist so many sword lights.

When he found out that Fang Fan used his body to resist these sword lights, he knew it was not good and immediately became alert.

Then Wu Yang heard countless "puzzling" sounds.

When he looked back, he saw that the heads of more than a hundred people had fallen down.

This made the team with 300 players now about 150 people before playing a few rounds.

This is too fast.

Are the half-step saints I brought are all made of paper?

At the same time, his eyes were red, he was extremely angry, and he was furious.

Just as he was about to wave his sword to slash at Fang Fan, he found that the sword light was swinging towards him.

A crisis of death came.

Damn, will I die here?

Just when he felt like he was about to die, he crushed the escape talisman in his hand.

Then the figure of others disappeared.