The dense fog came, and even the scouts' "prediction" could not avoid this kind of attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat half a step, and grabbed a small white flag with his left hand, and a majestic white tiger was embroidered on the flag.

"Roar!"

The illusory roar of the tiger echoed in the room, dispelling the fog.

Fu Qingyang took a step forward, holding up the eight-direction bronze sword.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, his legs and feet seemed uncoordinated, his left foot wanted to dodge to the left, his right foot wanted to dodge to the right, and his upper body had its own thoughts...

In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor, covering a body up to three meters high.

Fu Qingyang slashed down with a sword.

The next moment, the vine armor was cut open, and the flesh and blood were separated. The three-meter-high giant was cut in half, the internal organs fell with a crash, and crimson blood spread on the balcony floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene behind him, was surprised and delighted, and various thoughts flashed quickly:

died? A saint died like this...

Why doesn't he hide? This sword is unremarkable, is it hard to dodge...

Fu Qingyang took back the bronze sword and command flag, and looked back indifferently: "Come and ask the spirit!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing stopped his chaotic thoughts and walked quickly.

The gap between saints and saints is unexpectedly large! Zhang Yuanqing once again sighed in his heart.

At the Fenghua District Public Security Department that day, Fu Qingyang stabbed Deacon Pang with a sword, and he had similar emotions, but at that time everyone kept it away, and it was not a life-and-death struggle.

I thought that when it was time to fight for my life, Deacon Pang might be able to fight Fu Qingyang, but I didn't expect it to be just a few more jumps.

Zhang Yuanqing came to the balcony, stepped on blood stains on the soles of his feet, his eyes were dark and surging, communicating with the spirit body in the remnant body.

At this moment, he felt someone pat his arm, turned his head, and saw Fu Qingyang's cold face:

"Give me the crouching rod."

"Ah good" Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart that I almost forgot, and immediately took out the crouching pestle and handed it to the other party. He hesitated and added:

"Can you not handcuff me this time?"

Fu Qingyang nodded coldly: "It's just a slap anyway."

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I'm too lazy to tell you! Zhang Yuanqing continued to communicate with the remaining spirit bodies, and after more than ten seconds, the broken spirits were assembled and summoned.

Deacon Pang's spiritual body had a serious face and was a little dull, but its solidity was far better than all the spiritual bodies Zhang Yuanqing had seen.

I don�t know how much experience the spiritual body of the saint stage can give me. Zhang Yuanqing was happy and worried, and Fu Qingyang beside him said:

"Pang Wudi is a level 4 saint. Devouring his spirit will cause the risk of insanity, but with this purifying and filthy item, the risk will be minimized, and the benefits will not."

Well, compared to the benefits of devouring the spiritual body of the saint, this risk can be tolerated Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

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