Amidst loud laughter, Fang Xing didn't stop for a moment. In his hands, the giant black sword, golden halberd, water fire great stick, and blood-drinking mad saber whirled like a windmill, obliterating Brother He's spells, dissipating the Snake Queen's poisonous smoke, deflecting Tai Shi Chi Er's ancient sword, and simultaneously flying off Fox Immortal Princess's Sword Qi and the ambush of Wu Ying Mountain Daozi. He was like a devil charging forward, with no one daring to face him head-on.
With three heads and seven eyes sweeping through the void, he had already chosen his next target, which was indeed the heavily injured, immobile Purple Mist Lake Taoist. This man was preparing to withdraw from the battle, and Fang Xing laughed heartily, as golden wings fluttered behind him. His figure darted over like smoke, shattering the attacks directed at him, and charged straight at the golden carp.
"You... don't kill me... do you want to provoke chaos in the demonic realm?"
