Inside the Emperor's Tomb.
In the palace.
Fang Ping's eyes were bloodshot. He let out a violent roar, and there were even cracks appearing on his long saber. With a slash, he split one of them into two!
"Die!"
The Golden House fell straight down, directly smashing into the other party's spiritual body. With a bang, the spiritual body exploded!
"No!"
A mournful roar of unwillingness rang out once more.
Fang ping panted heavily. He looked at the man and demon who were attacking madly in The Golden House. He smiled, a smile that was evil.
He killed two!
As for Zhao xingwu and Qi Huanyu, who were fighting not far away from him, he was not in the mood to care.
These two guys were too strong. He was no match for them now. Even if he had reached the peak of the ninth refinement, Fang ping would still be in a difficult position, let alone now.
The two of them were getting stronger and stronger as they fought, and there were signs of them transforming.