Chapter 120: confusion! (1)

Fang Lang suddenly broke free from the murderous stone handcuffs, which no one could have expected.
At this time, Demon Fairy shot a virtual flash, which made people's complexion even more changed, leaving their seats one after another, preparing to escape here.
Fortunately, the few sages beside Caoye Qingkong had no time to dodge.
Together with the grass and the blue sky, under this virtual flash, it instantly turned into a residue.
But Demon Fairy's virtual flash would not stop there. The blood-red beam penetrated the 46th chamber in the center and rushed towards the north.
After shooting a full distance of nearly 500 meters, it finally disappeared.
And this burst of spiritual pressure aroused the attention of all parts of Seorei Ting. In an instant, several captains rushed towards this side.
On the other hand, the forty-sixth room in the center, because of the killing of several sages such as Caoye Qingkong, the rest of the people have lingering fears, panicked, and fled in all directions.
Fang Lang looked at each other coldly, too lazy to chase the sages and judges who had fled, turned and walked towards the outside.
"Wait," Hara Torataro, who was still sitting in his place, couldn't help but shouted at this moment: "You killed the sage, do you know what it means?"
"It makes sense to discuss the consequences with a sinner who is about to be executed?" Fang Lang glanced at him and continued to move forward.
Hara Torataro was stunned, Fang Lang said this in a cool manner, but in Seorei Taro, how can he escape? Where can you escape?
Fang Lang had already thought about these things, and before entering the trial court, he had thought about the future.
At this time, leaving the court, waiting for him outside were dozens of guards in the 46th room of the central, looking at Fang Lang in horror, trying to stop them, but didn't dare to come forward first.
"Get in the way, get out of the way." Fang Lang said lightly, as the light was so bright as he passed between more than twenty guards.
Even so, he even put the enchanting girl away and inserted it back to his waist.
As Fang Lang approached, the guards felt that they had stepped aside. They only pinched the Zan Po Dao in their hands and tremblingly aimed at Fang Lang.
"Captain Fang, Fang Lang..." A young man gritted his teeth and roared: "Sinner Fang Lang, that's it! Please put your hands on...!!!"
His word "catching" had not yet been spoken, and suddenly, a roar came from his ear, and the vibrating tympanic membrane was painful.
A huge spiritual pressure pressed his shoulders, and with a plop, the young man knelt down suddenly.
The Zan Po Dao fell from his hand, his hands clasped on the ground, his head sweating and panting, it seemed that breathing became very difficult.
His eyes widened, unable to resist.
Not only him, but the guards around them, all of them looked pale, resisting with difficulty under the mire-like spiritual pressure.
Fang Lang retracted his eyes, snorted coldly, and walked away.
As long as he is not at the captain level, even if he is a deputy captain, he can't hold his footsteps.
Now Fang Lang killed the sages in the forty-sixth room in the center. This was a first-class felony and would undoubtedly be executed.
Seireini couldn't stay there anymore, first of all, I had to go to this world to hide.
"You have to go through the boundary gate, near the Confession Palace." Fang Lang thought, quickly approaching over there.
In the Jingling Court, there is a special gate that allows members of the 13th Division to dispatch missions in the world. This gate can be opened easily.
Time is urgent now, and if you want to escape quickly, this is the fastest way.
"Oh, Captain Fang Lang, where are you going?"
As he was walking, suddenly, on the eaves on the side of the street, there was a joke.
Fang Lang paused, swept away from the corner of his eyes, and saw that the eleventh squadron was carrying the Zanpei Knife, looking at him warly.
"Get off, Madara, you are not my opponent yet." Fang Lang said softly.
"I haven't tried how to know. I was lucky today. I felt the chaos in Room 46, so I rushed over." Madara jumped down and stopped in front of Fang Lang, "Sorry, Fang Lang Captain, you seem to want to escape the corpse world, I won't let you pass easily!"
In the corner of Madarame, there are three seats in the eleventh division. As the third strongest of the fighting force, this person is a master, and he is a bald head, which is easy to remember.
Fang Lang shook his head speechlessly, his right hand slowly placed the hilt of Demon Ji's sword, "Get down, you know, it is not pleasant to slap a fly to death."
"I really don't know, when did Captain Fang Lang speak so well?" Madara grinned and pulled out the Zanpodao, "Extend it, Ghost Dengwan!"
As he shouted, his sword hilt collided with the scabbard. Suddenly, the spiritual pressure erupted, and the Zanpaku sword was liberated. The blade, together with the scabbard, turned into a spear.
"This is my initial solution, I'll give you some advice, Captain Fang Lang!" Madaramo did not face any fear of the captain level, but rushed up extremely aggressively.
As he approached, he stabbed Fang Lang in the chest.
However, suddenly, Fang Lang's voice disappeared from his vision. At the moment of disappearance, Madara's eyes widened, only to see the spirit pressure around the opponent suddenly turned into thunder.
And it was this short, blinking effort that made him lose the other's vision.
Immediately afterwards, with a puff, the corner of Madaramu was surprised to find that a deep sword spread from his shoulders to his back, and a large amount of blood rose into the sky and swayed down.
"Uh..." Madara's eyes gradually faded. He knew that he couldn't beat Fang Lang, but he absolutely couldn't think of it. The outcome was an instant.
How can it be so strong? It's impossible for even Captain Mengmu to have this strength?
His body slowly fell forward, but Madara couldn't figure it out at all.
Behind him, Fang Lang's indifferent voice came, "Sorry, I am wearing a physical body, and my strength is stronger than that of a spirit body. With your deputy captain level, there is no hope. Goodbye, a corner, say hello to Gengmu for me. One day, I will be back!"
Following these words, Fang Lang gradually moved away. He threw a knife and shed blood from the blade.
"Damn..."
With a bang, a corner of Madara's eyes fell weakly, his spiritual power was fading, and the direction of the loss was the Zanpaku knife in Fang Lang's hand.
He raised his head laboriously and looked at Fang Lang who was leaving.
The corner of Madame tried to reach out to stop, but in the end he couldn't put it down and fainted completely.
No, too strong, impossible to be an opponent! ..
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