The humble villain

“Hahaha~~~~~~~~”

"Even a mayfly dares to shake a tree."

"Even if three pieces of trash gather their strength together, they are still trash."

"Die to me!!!"

As Lin Qingyang finished speaking, the three colorful pythons seemed to be encouraged. Their vertical pupils emitted light and their speed increased by another three points.

Just as the two attacks were about to collide, a bone-chilling chill struck Lin Qingyang's heart.

It felt like if he continued to attack, he would be doomed.

How is this possible? Who can kill me here?

Although he was confused, a warrior would not easily have such a perception, not to mention that he was a warrior at the level of supernatural powers.

At this moment, Lin Qingyang chose to follow his inner intuition.

He quickly retracted his strength, turned his body over, and then fired a shot to his side.

At this moment, the colorful creature under him also swung its tail towards his side.

At this moment, a jagged circle of blade energy suddenly came towards him.

If it’s not Elder Song, then who else could it be?

"Boom~~~~~~~~"

As soon as Elder Song appeared, he was hit by the tail of the giant anaconda.

Its weaker body twisted and turned, and it crashed into the gravel below like a spinning top, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

“Tick-tock~~~~~~~~~”

Beads of sweat mixed with blood slid down Lin Qingyang's body.

There was a huge wound on his chest, deep enough to see the bone.

It was a close call. Fortunately I was not careless.

Lin Qingyang didn't expect that he almost died in battle here. A feeling of fear made his face turn extremely pale.

But why is his true energy defense useless? Why is the defense of the Anaconda Ten Thousand Poison Flag useless?

Just when Lin Qingyang was somewhat puzzled, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He thought of the legend.

A bright silver crocodile-mouthed long knife with a blade as sharp as an iron saw.

This is the knife!!!!

Thinking of this, Lin Qingyang suddenly shouted:

"This is Fang Zhan's weapon!!!"

"How come Fang Zhan's weapon is in your hands?"

"Why can't the weapon of ancestor Fang Zhan appear in my hands?"

"I've told you long ago that there are many things beyond your understanding. Lin Qingyang, you will definitely die today."

As a voice came out from Elder Song's red lips, a flame appeared out of thin air and slowly lifted up Elder Song's delicate body.

This sentence undoubtedly gave Lin Qingyang a positive answer.

I never thought that the Fang family actually had such a treasure.

Fang Zhan, the ancestor of the Fang family, carved out a huge family business piece by piece in an era when geniuses emerged in large numbers.

The man is crazy and his knife is sharp.

With one man and one sword, he killed countless geniuses in fear.

When two enemies meet on a narrow road, they must advance without retreating, and survive in the face of death. With one strike of the sword, ten thousand yuan is broken, and the name Po Yuan Zhan comes from this.

This sword has only one attribute, which is to ignore true energy defense.

This alone is enough to show what kind of war maniac Fang Zhan, the ancestor of the Fang family, was.

According to historical records, after Fang Zhan founded the Fang family, in pursuit of a higher realm of martial arts, he went into the King's Cemetery alone.

Eventually fell into it.

As soon as this news came out, the eight major families sent people to look for Po Yuan Zhan more than once, but in the end they found nothing.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhan left it at the Fang family before leaving.

Damn it, if I had known this was so muddy, I wouldn’t have gotten involved.

But now?

“Hahaha~~~~~~~~~”

Lin Qingyang suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, looking at the four people greedily.

"Okay, that's great."

"I originally only wanted to defeat the Fang family, but I didn't expect to have such a great opportunity."

"Mrs. Song, even if you have a treasure, what can you do?"

"You are just an alchemist, but you want to unleash its power? You are dreaming."

"I will kill the man today, and I will also steal Po Yuan Zhan."

It's worth it, even if I get punished after returning to my family.

No matter how powerful the Anaconda Ten Thousand Poison Flag is, it is also the family's treasure. It is not as fragrant as your own treasure.

After these words were spoken, Wu Yi quickly climbed up and looked at a few people with a serious expression.

Although he relied on the Sancai Juyuan Formation to block Lin Qingyang's attack.

However, as the size and strength increase, there is also a disadvantage that cannot be ignored.

That is, the injured area increases accordingly.

The poisonous mist produced when the three colorful giant pythons were broken had corroded their bodies into a bloody mess.

This is also the reason why Lin Qingyang restrained himself.

Otherwise, the results would be unimaginable.

Niu and Ma are only in the pseudo-divine power realm, and their true energy is difficult to replenish. With such intense consumption, I am afraid that their true energy will soon run out.

Once their true essence dissipates, these two will be no different from ordinary sixth-level warriors in the Spirit Realm.

After all, the three of them can only play supporting roles at most, and the outcome of the war will still depend on Lin Qingyang and Elder Song.

But the reason why Lin Qingyang can make the Anaconda Ten Thousand Poison Flag exert such terrifying power is that he himself is a master of poison, and they are a perfect match from the source.

But Elder Song is not like that. He is an alchemist. Although Po Yuan Zhan is powerful, it can hardly exert its power in his hands.

Although the situation seems to have reversed, in fact there is no substantial change.

Just as everyone was in deep thought, Lin Fan half leaned against a stone at the exit of the broken space and said with a smile:

"Uncle Lin, since you are so happy, let me tell you something that will make you even happier!"

"If there are four people in the realm of magical power and a sword that breaks the origin, you will not take it seriously."

"What if we add tens of thousands of Spirit Realm warriors?"

"Let your mother's bandy electric fart go."

"You little bastard, you don't have to scare me here."

"If you can gather tens of thousands of warriors here, not only will I be forced to retreat, I will even let you call me daddy."

Lin Fan had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Lin Qingyang, who was scolding him with a smile.

Hearing Lin Qingyang's scolding, Lin Fan was not annoyed at all. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid it's impossible to retreat, but if you are willing to call me dad, I'd still be happy to hear it."

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM~~~~~~~~~~”

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, before Lin Qingyang could open his mouth to scold him, a series of explosions were heard in his ears.

The direction from which the sound came, from behind?

No, I fell into a trap.

A terrifying guess echoed in Lin Qingyang's mind, making him unable to help but look behind him.

Then, in the sand not far from here, figures suddenly flew out one after another.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and their bodies were covered in a thick layer of sand.

The moment he reappeared, strands of vital energy rushed up into the sky, and the auras instantly connected to transform into three battle formation shadows: Vermillion Bird, warrior, and spear.

The moment the phantom appeared, everyone started a bloody massacre of the Zhu family warriors below without any hesitation.

Suddenly, this scene happened too suddenly.

From the moment the Fang family warriors appeared to the death of the first batch of warriors, no one in the Zhu family reacted to what had happened.

Even before they had recovered from the grief of Zhu Yun's death in battle, they suffered a fatal blow.