The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The Excalibur in the sea of ​​flames glowed slightly, moving slowly towards Fang Cun in the hot magma.

He is not blind, even in the sea, he can clearly see the thunder and lightning patterns engraved on the blade of the Excalibur, obviously its owner is Gan Ting.

The Excalibur slowly lifted him up to the surface of the sea.

"I can't afford this blessing, so let's give it back to our hero." Fang Cun put his hands in his eye sockets, looking for Gan Ting's figure.

The tentacles of the vine demon tightly strangled Gan Ting, twisting wildly as if he was about to throw him off the magma in the next second, the wound on Gan Ting's body from the Whip of the Immortal Executioner Whip hadn't fully healed, and at this time his spiritual power was exhausted, Facing the almost crazy vine demon, his resistance seemed powerless, and his body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'll go, why is he getting smaller again?" Fang Cun frantically grabbed the little Pixiu's tail and asked, shaking, "What to do, what to do, he's going to die."

Little Pixiu was shaken by him and vomited for a while, hating that iron cannot be made into steel, "The one given to you is a sword, not a crutch, go and save him."

Fang Cun suddenly realized, threw away Pixiu, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the Excalibur, and shouted: "Gan Ting, don't be afraid! I'm here to save you!"

Gan Ting frowned, and even forgot to resist the vine demon who imprisoned him, and a pair of bottomless pupils reflected the scene of Fang Cun holding a sword to save him.

"what!!"

In just one second, Gan Ting was ashamed.

Sure enough, he overestimated this trash.

Fang Cun didn't know how to control the sword, and this divine sword was very powerful, he obviously couldn't control it, it was completely driven to fly around Qianye Sea, almost missed, he dragged his delicate body paralyzed Died on the floating sword, the howling wind hit his body, his whole body was swaying, as if he was about to fall in the next second, the wind rang in his ears, and his face hurt, but he still heard it clearly Gan Ting made a joke.

"waste."

Fang Cun straddled the Excalibur with difficulty, and tried to stop it like riding a horse, "Now you can only rely on me, a waste."

Gan Ting glanced at the Vine Demon who was also dumbfounded, "Okay, let's go, don't save me."

"No." Fang Cun said righteously, "Slow down and get smaller, wait for me..."

The vine demon wouldn't wait for him. After watching this good show, he swung his tentacles even more mockingly and frantically, and hit Fang Cun straight.

"boom--!"

A thick and long tentacle was thrown down, and the heat wave surged instantly, rolling up the turbulent waves and hitting the shore, and the square inch disappeared in the Qianye Sea in an instant.

Gan Ting's pupils shrank sharply, "Fang Shenyue!"

The violent wind and heat waves created by the tentacles immersed the entire Qianye Sea in the fiery thick slurry, blocking all of Gan Ting's sight.

After a while, the quenching slowly faded, and there was a powerful restraint beside Fangcun to protect him, and the entire scarlet magma was overshadowed by the restraint's splendor.

Gan Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to say angrily, "Get lost, I don't need your help!"

"You have become so small, save yourself the effort."

"That's right, just lift it up." Xiao Pixiu guided outside the field.

Fang Cun held the Excalibur, and the intense red light lingering around the blade seemed to explode from it.

"boom!"

Tens of thousands of parallel lines appeared above the golden light, and the lines and grids intersected vertically and horizontally, like a huge chessboard interspersed in the entire Qianye Sea. The thunder surrounding him became brighter and stronger.

"Come down quickly, I can't hold on anymore." Fang Cun gritted his teeth.

Gan Ting was wrapped in a lightning barrier, twirled the curse seal in his hand, and jumped off the tentacles of the vine demon in a flash.

"Boom!"

A drop of bright red blood broke through the imprisonment of the thunder and lightning, and fell straight to Tianyuan, where the lightning flashed and exploded.

Qianqing magma poured directly onto the vine demon's head, hot mist rose up, and the sky was filled with blood red, resisting the golden light, the vine demon seemed to feel pain, and twisted and slapped Qianye sea indiscriminately.

But how could it resist lightning and thunder? In a short while, the vine demon was defeated, and its tall body was heavily smashed into the quenching fire, bursting out a few sparks and rolling.

Seeing that it fell down, Fang Cun breathed a sigh of relief, beat his shoulder exhaustedly, and looked at Gan Ting, who was only as high as his chest.

"Your body..."

Gan Ting said indifferently: "After a while, it will naturally change back."

"Gan Ting, you actually helped him deal with me?!" The vine demon roared angrily, "Have you forgotten how he harmed you! How dare you help him?!"

Gan Ting's body trembled imperceptibly, and his hands hidden under the wide sleeves were already clenched into fists.

"You are nothing more than a machine that keeps His Highness alive!"

"Gan Ting, you are pitiful! You are pitiful but you don't know it!"

The vine demon revived and climbed up bit by bit from Qianye Sea, its huge eyes flickering, and its tentacles whipped up a strong wind.

When the heat wave was howling, Gan Ting withdrew from his phantom to resist Fang Cun, swallowing the shore and sand for a moment, almost bursting open.

"Gan Ting!"

"boom!"

There was another loud noise in Qianyehai, Fang Cun's eyes were lost, his eyes were blurred, he raised his hand with difficulty, and wanted to grab the Excalibur, but after a while, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Run, run for your life!"

"Quick, run there, hurry up."

There was endless noise in his ears, and Fang Cun opened his eyes with a splitting headache.

The forest is full of weeds, moss is all over the pebbles, and there is still mist in the mountain forest, and there is a little light in the green leaves. It is a peaceful scene, but the mountain spirits living here scream and run away.

A burst of dust rose, and Fang Cun coughed a few times, "Where is this?"

Gan Ting stood up, patted the filth on his body, "This is the illusion of the vine demon."

"You haven't recovered your spiritual power yet, can you do it?"

Gan Ting ignored it, "You should worry about yourself first."

Little Pixiu jumped out and said happily: "Da da ~ I have entered the dungeon plot, complete the dungeon, and reward 5000 yuan as a reward."

Fang Cun was secretly pleased when he heard the words, "This will be my first pot of gold."

"Run, hurry...!"

A sharp roar drew all Fangcun's attention back. A woman in an orange-green shirt was as beautiful as a mountain elf, but she was suppressed by the long fork, and she pushed a child forward in panic.

"Quick!"

"Mother!" The child named Yue Rong had tears in his eyes, and looked about ten years old, younger than Gan Ting now.

"Go catch that little one, it's easier to forge a sword with a little vine demon!" The wicked man with a long fork obeyed the order and ran towards the child. water drop imprint.

Not only him, he looked around at all the villains who burned, killed and looted, they all had such clear scars on their hands.

It belongs to the scar that Yingdu quenched and burned.

"This is..." Fang Cun was shocked, and turned his head to look at Gan Ting.

Gan Ting didn't want to watch this plunder again, sighed, and closed his eyes, "The vine demon was born in the Qianye Forest, and one was caught every thousand years. Because it has all the five elements, it is a good quality sword, so it will be refined into a sword spirit." , town in Chiba Sea."

"So Qianye Hai was also caught?"

Before Gan Ting could answer, there was another commotion over there.

The woman blocked the Yingdu people's knives and forks with her body, "I beg you, let my child go, I can also forge swords, take me back to Yingdu."

Some people couldn't bear it, "Why don't you just forget it, and then go and find out if there is a suitable one."

The leader resolutely said: "No, this is the smallest vine demon in Qianye Forest at present. Only by taking him back can we make a difference."

"He's not the youngest!" The woman hoarse, stood up staggeringly, ran to the short grass beside her, and pulled out a terrified young child from the grass.

"His name is Yang Rong, he is the youngest, and he is the youngest."

The leader looked at the child handed over by the woman, and asked, "You dragged other people's children out to die, and let your child escape?"

"He is also my child." The woman pushed the young boy who was estimated to be five or six years old to his side, "You let Yue'er go, you take him away and let him make swords."

The woman begged deliriously.

Fang Cun was shocked by the sound of Yue'er.

Yueer, Yueer.

It sounds like nectar.

Obviously, Gan Ting was also stunned in place, unable to move.

"Mother..." Yang Rong raised his head, eyes filled with disbelief.

The woman turned her head away, didn't look into his eyes, turned and left, and she didn't even look back to say another word or take another look.

Her child was handcuffed and chained by the wicked, and the chain infused with spiritual power burned a bloodstain the moment it touched the neck.

Yang Rong cried out in pain: "Mom!"

Biting cone heart.

But she still didn't look back.

"Gan Ting." It was the voice of the vine demon.

Time stopped, the fresh blood clotted on the new leaves, the red sun hung in the air, and the woman's brown hair no longer fluttered in the wind, everything was frozen.

"Are you familiar?" Yang Rong, who was still imprisoned just now, walked slowly towards Gan Ting, with the body of a child and the voice of a vine demon, "You also had a deja vu experience, but now you have completely forgotten it?"

Veins popped up on Gan Ting's forehead, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to refute, but before he could say anything, the image of Ganlu protecting Fang Shenyue suddenly appeared in his mind. Everyone is protecting Fang Shenyue's appearance.

"Brother what, that's your death talisman, you should kill him so that you won't be abandoned." Yang Rong raised his hand and handed a sharp dagger to Gan Ting, "In the illusion, he has no spiritual power. You can easily kill him and let him die quietly."

Gan Ting stared at the dagger that Yang Rong handed over.

Fang Cun swallowed, feeling 1 grass-mud horses galloping past in his heart.

What kind of script is this, you want to mention a box lunch before it even starts?

"Pa-ta-!"

The sound of the dagger falling heavily to the ground.

Fang Cun came back to his senses, Gan Ting glanced at the dagger lying on the ground with disgust, "No matter how much I hate him, I will never take advantage of others' danger in the illusion and become a sinister villain."

Fang Cun nodded in relief, thinking, "As expected of a hero, there are not only pectoral muscles on his chest, but also a chest. I would like to call it pattern."

"Da da~ Congratulations, you have obtained the male protagonist's pattern."

"Is it so sloppy? Steal words directly?"

Yang Rong's face was black and blue after the dagger was knocked off, and he sneered: "You are quite noble, I don't know who came here with whips, and the spiritual power is so damaged that even I am no match for you. You grew up because of his No matter how many times you have been framed and whipped, if you don’t act like a villain, he will.”

Fang Cun hurriedly raised his hand and swore, "Gan Ting, believe me, I've long since turned my back on my old ways and reined in the precipice and washed my hands."

Gan Ting said contemptuously: "Break the illusion. You can't hurt us here, and we can't hurt you. If you want to see me and him kill each other, you'd better die as soon as possible."

Yang Rong smiled self-deprecatingly, "That's really good, you are all noble, all of you are great to death, didn't you come to Qianye Forest to burn, kill and plunder for the name of the No. [-] Sword City?"

"It's really disgusting."