Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 162: [Free] 0 troops and thousands of horses support me

Fang Lang is not too surprised that his own strength has become stronger again. After all, he has bound so many geniuses. As the strength of geniuses increases, Fang Lang will also become stronger unconsciously.

This is the relationship of companionship, this is the power of fetters.

The existence of the system is so domineering, this is the power of the system.

Fang Lang is actually very curious about the origin of the system, but curiosity does not mean that he can find out the origin of the system at his current level.

Perhaps, when he reaches the level of Xuanyuan Taihua and others, and has the power to transcend this world, he may be able to know the secrets of the system.

However, I have to say that it is indeed because of the system that Fang Lang's life trajectory has undergone such a big change, and that is why he was able to grow from a small academy crane to the most magnificent Tang Dynasty champion.

Fang Lang is grateful for the system. Of course, Fang Lang's own hard work is also indispensable. After all, Fang Lang has been hovering on the edge of life and death many times, and even almost died.

"It turns out that Old Jiang has become stronger. If Old Jiang doesn't make a move, I will almost forget her."

"With my current strength, Lao Jiang can't catch up with me before I know it..."

"However, Lao Jiang became stronger this time, which is a bit weird. It doesn't seem to be due to a breakthrough in his own strength, it seems... It has something to do with blood."

Fang Lang murmured.

With so many bonded objects bound, Fang Lang can clearly feel the reason for the change in his own strength.

That's why he was surprised.

Fang Lang would not be surprised if it came from the promotion of Bai Ling, the saint of the demon clan. After all, Bai Ling's own strength has reached the peak of the fourth rank, and he can enter the fifth rank at any time, and after entering the fifth rank, Because of having the blood of the Demon Emperor, his comprehension of "intent" is far beyond that of ordinary people.

The improvement of strength will naturally be fast.

Not only Bai Ling, but also Chi Yun, the demon son of the demon race. These two hang wall with close to the most holy bone, no matter how fast their cultivation base improved, Fang Lang felt normal.

"Today's Old Ginger...not very good."

"By the way, Lao Jiang is so good-looking, one punch should make you cry for a long time, right?"

Fang Lang muttered, entertaining himself.

The people who originally accompanied him are now separated.

After coming out of Guanfohai, Fang Lang was the only one left walking alone.

Withdrawing his mind from the system, Fang Lang was dressed in white. He was walking on the official road of Yimapingchuan, with weeds on both sides, and looking into the distance, he could not see the end at a glance.

However, Fang Lang was faintly visible, and there was a primitive mountain range in the distance, a primitive mountain range.

There is Fang Lang's target this time, Mai Zong.

Of the four swords of reincarnation of life and death, he drew three of them. Now, there is only the last lotus and death sword left. As long as this sword is drawn, Fang Lang's current wandering trip should come to an end completely.

Then he can summon Xuanyuan Taihua back, and then, Fang Lang will have the strongest thighs to hug him, and no one dares to provoke him.

Xuanyuan Taihua is an existence that can make many powerful people who have transcended the realm dread it.

There are many fans.

Being able to become the disciple of such a strong man, Fang Lang felt that it was inseparable from his hard work. Because of his hard work, he moved the other party.

The ground under his feet is shrinking rapidly, and Fang Lang's current strength has been able to shrink the ground to an inch.

Now, he is no longer the weak person who was forced to hide in the city.

White clothes fluttered, black hair fluttered, Fang Lang carried a sword box on his back, and the sword was hidden in the box.

He is like a handsome swordsman, but also like a handsome young man who wanders into the world.

Walking like a fairy.

There was no trace of smoke and dust on the ground, and on the official road, there was only a black shadow galloping at an elusive speed.

In the end, it turned into a ray of white light and plunged into the end of the official road, into the vast mountain range like a giant.

……

……

In the dense forest, there is wind blowing.

The corners of Fang Lang's white clothes were swept up by a gust of wind. He stopped walking and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His eyes swept across the dense forest, and a smile could not help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

Interesting.

Fang Lang straightened his waist and slowed down his steps. In the sword box, the obsidian sword automatically unsheathed and fell into Fang Lang's hands.

Buzz...

The blade gave out a clear sword groan, like a blue dragon coming out of the abyss, and made a high-pitched sound toward the sky.

The obsidian sword was suspended on Fang Lang's shoulder, floating quietly, like a fish swimming out of water, playing happily.

Shushasha...

As Fang Lang stepped on lightly, stepping on the leaves falling from the ancient trees in the dense forest, the subtle sound made the darkness in the dense forest gradually ripple.

In an instant, everyone was attracted.

……

In the dense forest.

The eyes of the third prince who was wearing armor and riding a white horse suddenly froze.

Beside him, a burly general under the command of Asi Luoshan spoke coldly and dignifiedly.

"Here we come."

The corners of the third prince Li Liancheng's mouth twitched slightly: "He really came, he is indeed Xuanyuan Taihua's good apprentice."

"He should know that this trip to the Maizong is likely to be full of dangers, but he still came, really confident and arrogant."

"He seems to be very confident in his own strength."

"But it's true, in the battle for the pagoda, he is the saint and devil who overwhelms the monsters and demons."

There was a faint smile in Li Liancheng's voice.

Fang Lang is here, he is very happy.

"Let someone stop him. It would be best if he can be captured. If he resists, he will be killed."

Li Liancheng, said.

This time, Fang Lang had to die.

Behind Li Liancheng, the strong men under the command of Asi Luoshan and the strong men of the Dao Sect frowned and asked, "Your Highness, this is outside the gate of the Mai Zong Mountain. Will we cause trouble if we do this? Sovereign's attention?"

Their worries are not unreasonable.

You must know that the Sect Master of Mai Sect is not a weak person. Although he is not detached, but with the help of the research on blood, he can possess a power that is not weaker than detachment.

Once the opponent is disturbed, what awaits them may be the wrath of the strongest.

Li Liancheng was very relaxed: "Don't worry, Maizong will not help Fang Lang."

Riding on the white horse, he looked back at the Maizong Mountain Gate, which looked like a mirage in the desert.

"Although the uncle of Maizong is not interested in imperial power, he is very interested in iron law."

"Mai Zong's strength is not weak, as long as the army does not break into the territory of Mai Zong, it will not cause obstruction from you, Mai Zong."

"And Maizong will not rescue Fang Lang, because the master of Maizong is very interested in Xuanyuan Taihua's sword."

The corners of Li Liancheng's mouth were raised slightly, full of confidence.

He is very clear about the position of Maizong.

Mai Zong still mostly ignores Fang Lang. As long as they don't break the rules of Mai Zong, whatever actions they take outside of Mai Zong, this second sect in the world will not make a move.

"Go, as long as Fang Lang can't set foot in the desert area, Maizong... don't worry."

Li Liancheng said.

Several strong men looked at each other, and then disappeared.

Li Liancheng held the reins, his eyes were deep, and there was a dash of madness and anticipation in his deep eyes.

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The cool wind howled and the fallen leaves were flying.

The flying leaves are like a colorful snow.

Fang Lang stopped in his tracks and stood still, with the corners of his white clothes hanging down, like a sword drawn from its scabbard.

In the distance, among the ancient trees in the sky, there are layers of passes. The wooden passes block the way to Maizong. Some soldiers in gold and armor hold long daggers, swords on their waists, and immediately hit the road with their swords. , impeding progress.

Ambush?

The smile on Fang Lang's face became more and more intense, and he seemed to know... who was stopping him.

Fang Lang didn't stop. There seemed to be invisible ripples around him, like fallen leaves blown by wind and snow, all of which were invisible.

That was Fang Lang's intention.

"It's just the right time to come, let's fight with this, and support me."

"Thousands of troops and horses, support me."

In the past, Professor Wen practiced Yijian for ten years.

Now there is Fang Zhuangyuan Wanjun supporting Yiyi.

Fang Lang smiled lightly and walked forward.

After the pass, wooden shelves blocked the way. Soldiers holding weapons, with serious faces and sweating profusely, stared at the white clothes walking from the end of the road.

Fang Lang, the number one scholar in scientific research in the Tang Dynasty!

A peerless murderer!

A murderous man who slaughtered all the disciples of the younger generation of Daozong!

Zhuangyuan Lang had clearly seen them and the thousands of troops behind them, but Fang Lang didn't stop, walking like a stroll in a garden, like walking in his own back garden.

Thousands of fallen leaves surged from the ground.

It seems to be endowed with a fierce force, as if it has turned into an unsheathed divine blade!

That's the power of the mind, the fifth-grade realm, what is cultivated is the mind.

Not only the fifth rank, but after the fifth rank and before the ninth rank, it is all mind.

There are many meanings between heaven and earth.

For example, Wen Ting raised a sword for ten years, and what he raised was the meaning of feeding the sword with his body.

Like Lao Jiang, her intention is the sword intention of the four seasons, an intention to draw the natural power of heaven and earth for her own use.

As for Fang Lang, he has the sword intent of ten thousand swords and the sword intent of time...

Coupled with the bound fetters of many sword intents, including Lao Jiang's, the monster saint, the demon son, and Wen Ting...

Fang Lang's meaning is much more colorful than ordinary people who can only understand one kind of meaning.

Therefore, Fang Lang's intention is to be colorful.

But at this moment, Fang Lang released, what he was accumulating was... the sword intent of Wanjian.

Before the pass.

Many soldiers were sweating coldly. Their hands holding long daggers and swords were trembling uncontrollably.

They could clearly see that the white-clothed swordsman who was strolling in the courtyard was unrestrained and unrestrained.

The flying leaves all over the sky, the ancient roads and long forests, and the white clothes holding swords seem to have turned into a quiet picture scroll at this moment. Like an endless sword.

Eerie and scary!

What is this?

The backs of all the soldiers on guard were soaked, as if they were being pointed at by swords.

Most of these soldiers are second- and third-rank soldiers, and fear spreads deep in their hearts.

Why do they want to be the ones who hinder the progress of this champion?

Who dares to stop such an existence? Who can stop it? !

Fang Lang came on foot, and the surrounding scenery was disappearing.

Soon, he came to the pass and faced the soldiers.

Fang Lang's intentions became stronger and stronger, vaguely, like a "god" floating above the heads of many soldiers, it was a kind of overlooking power!

The soldiers' muscles were stiff, and they were pointed at by Fei Ye one by one, but they dared not move as if they were pointed at their noses by the tip of a sword.

They roared in their hearts and wanted to move, but the fear in their bodies could not be suppressed.

For a while, the awe of Fang Lang in the hearts of many soldiers reached its peak.

Fang Lang smiled, raised his hand lightly, and grasped the obsidian sword floating on his shoulder~IndoMTL.com~ The moment he held the sword, flying leaves all over the sky seemed to tremble.

As the battle turns and the stars move, it emits a clear sword chant.

Fang Lang held the sword and waved it lightly in front of him.

It's like holding a brush and splashing ink in front of you.

Pass, was cut in half.

It broke!

Boom!

Above the sky, black clouds hit, and as Fang Lang's family cut out, it seemed that they had split the dam that blocked the clouds and rain in the sky, and endless rain poured down.

The soldiers at the pass did not dare to stop them.

Fang Lang stepped over them lightly, facing the flying leaves all over the sky and the torrential rain.

He stopped, leaned on his sword, and raised his chin.

Just like back then, on the ring, he was full of vigor.

Take a look.

In the dense forest under the torrential rain, there is a black line extending from east to west for an unknown number of miles, quietly emerging from the depths of the dense forest.

Immediately there was a shocking thunder, as if pouring from an endless sea of ​​thunder!

There seems to be.

Thousands of troops and horses are galloping, overwhelming!

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