"Who is this person?"
After a moment of silence around the arena, there was an immediate commotion.
Many people in the martial arts world looked at Wang Tianming as if they were looking at an idiot.
After all, Fang Xu is a well-known Martial Arts Ranking Thirteen, a Dzogchen Master! The person who is definitely number one on the Hidden Dragon List!
How ignorant do you have to be to directly invite a fight
Although this person's previous move of kicking the champion was also very amazing, but compared with the proud man of heaven, there is still a long way to go.
The leader of the Tianjian Sect and the Hongye Divine Monk looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads slowly.
After an instant, many eyes were cast on Fang Yuan, all with excited expressions.
Will this thirteenth martial artist accept the invitation to fight
As soon as the white shadow flashed, Fang Yuan came to the ring with a calm expression: "In that case, just come over and die!"
"It's actually a battle of life and death?"
The holy monk looked compassionate and clasped his hands together: "Two donors, please don't hurt Tianhe!"
"Okay! A life-and-death fight is a life-and-death fight!"
Wang Tianming put his hands behind his back and felt the fighting spirit burning.
"Amitabha, whenever you think of evil thoughts, you will sow evil fruits!" The sacred monk shook his head and sighed, and then silently looked at the Tianjian Sect Master, as if he was helpless, but also seemed to have something else.
On the stage.
"This day...I, Wang Tianming, have been waiting for three whole years!"
Although Wang Tianming's words were exciting, his martial arts stance was refined over time and remained as motionless as a mountain. This was an instinct derived from continuous hard training.
"Is it… "
The three-year contract between the children of the world is also interesting.
Fang Yuan thought lightly in his heart: "Let's see... what kind of surprise you can give me! Xuanbing Divine Palm!"
He struck out with a palm, frost condensed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped sharply.
"Drink, Seven Kills Tiger Roaring Fist!"
Wang Tianming punched out, and the wind roared, as if there was a real tiger roaring.
boom!
Their fists and palms met, and their bodies swayed.
"Oh? Seven Kills Fist Intent? Drunk Taoist?"
Fang Yuan stood still and spoke slowly.
"This is… "
On the stage, the Tianjian Sect Master's eyes lit up: "The Seven Killing Tiger Roaring Fist used by Drunken Taoist?"
"Also... To be able to compete with Fang Xu. Mr. Fang's Xuan Bing Palm must have understood the meaning of the fist. Is this boy's name Wang Tianming? He actually also understood the meaning and was evenly matched with Fang Xu. This is innate perfection. Realm!" Venerable Liehuo stroked his beard: "I once owed a favor to Master Zui, but I cannot see his descendant die here."
"Great Perfection!"
"You are so young, you are not inferior to Fang Xu!"
…
After the move, the martial arts people in the audience immediately became noisy.
After practicing quietly for three years, no one asked, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop!
No matter what, after this battle, Wang Tianming's reputation will spread all over the world!
Even so, there was no joy on his face. Instead, he stared at his enemy with all his attention: "How is it? Fang Xu, do you regret giving me three years? It only took three years for me to catch up with you. I will leave you far behind!"
At this time, his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.
After the idea is clear, even the martial arts seems to be further improved!
"Shameless talk!"
Fang Yuan controlled his own strength, kept his martial arts at the Great Perfection level, and his artistic conception at the subtle level, and shot out with another palm: "Aohan Divine Palm!"
"Drink! Seven Kills Fist Intent, Drunken Fist Fist Intent, Seven Kills Drunken Fist!"
Wang Tianming hypnotized himself in an instant, his face turned red, and he seemed to be drunk but not drunk. He punched out, and the power was more than doubled than before.
"Drunken Master?"
In this world, there are also martial arts such as drunken boxing. Not only are the attacks unorganized and impossible to guard against, but the key is to obtain greater than ordinary strength through anesthesia and hypnosis, comparable to those born with supernatural powers.
The basics are up, coupled with the exquisite martial arts, the lethality is naturally unparalleled.
"That is… "
On the stage, the eyes of Tianjian Sect Master and others were bright: "You are young, you can understand two artistic conceptions, and you can even combine them into one move, you are a genius! What a genius!"
boom!
The fists and palms met for the second time. Wang Tianming remained motionless, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to take a step back.
"Ha ha!"
Wang Tianming looked up to the sky and roared: "Fang Xu, today I want you to pay back the shame you brought to me ten times and a hundred times!"
He seemed to be transformed into a drunken tiger, flying fiercely, and every move was carried with boundless power, forcing Fang Yuan to dodge continuously.
And at this scene, the warriors who were watching were also silent.
"Xu Yu Jian Fang Xu, is he going to lose? To an unknown newcomer?"
"This newcomer is a bit fierce. Didn't you hear Jian Zong's comments? He is born with the Great Perfection and combines two artistic conceptions. He is a peerless genius!"
"What a tragedy, Fang Xu is going to fall!"
…
However, on the stage, Fang Yuan continued to dodge, but despite Wang Tianming's attack, he still stood firm after a stick of incense passed by, without even a single corner of his clothes being touched.
"Huh?"
On the stage, the divine monk took the lead and stopped holding the Buddha string in his hand: "There seems to be something wrong!"
"Huhu..."
Wang Tianming suddenly stopped, and his drunken look returned to his face.
"What? The loss of real power is too great?"
Fang Yuan's figure transformed, like a wisp of breeze, erratic and rippling with the wind.
"What kind of movement is this?"
Wang Tianming gasped and asked.
"Water benefits all things without fighting, and the wind merges into the world without even realizing it... This is my phantom body technique!"
Fang Yuan made up a name casually: "Do you think... you are the only one making progress?"
As he spoke, his figure flew forward like a dream.
"Seven kills of drunken tigers!"
Wang Tianming punched out, but Fang Yuan's figure was like a piece of paper, rippling with the wind of the fist. It was not damaged at all. Instead, it bent again and crashed into his arms, pressing a palm on his heart.
puff!
Wang Tianming immediately took a few steps back and knelt down at the edge of the ring. His face turned blue, his lips were purple, his face was covered with a layer of frost, he was shaking non-stop, and he was speechless.
"Tian Ming!!!"
Below the ring, Lingxian'er looked at this scene, her eyes were about to burst, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.
Fang Yuan looked calm, took two steps forward, and raised his palm.
"Wait a minute!"
"Amitabha!"
The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Divine Monk spoke at the same time: "If you have to be merciful, please be merciful!"
"Haha..." Fang Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands and glanced coldly: "Where were you when I was in a critical situation before? You two are a little too helpful!"
Whizzing!
As soon as the figure flashed, the master of Tianjian Sect and the divine monk had arrived on the ring, their expressions solemn and vaguely guarded.
"Oh? It seems... you are very prejudiced against me. This arena... was originally prepared for me, right? If this silly boy doesn't come up, will you send your own people to find out what I'm all about?"
Fang Yuan asked with a sneer.
"Amitabha, the poor monk does have something to ask the donor!" The sacred monk clasped his hands together like a glaring Vajra: "Three years ago on the third and nineteenth of March and the first of April, where was the donor? Can anyone confirm his whereabouts? "
"What?"
When this was mentioned, Wang Tianming and Lingxian'er suddenly exclaimed and their expressions changed.
Because those days were really fresh in their memories: "Master, what do you mean... the Variety Demon Lord?!"
"Yes, after many investigations by Lao Na, the true identity of the Variety Demon Lord is most likely the young master of the Junshan Sect, Xiaoyu Sword Fang Xu!" The divine monk clasped his hands together: "And just now, the movement skills you showed , but there is also an old friend who recognizes him!"
"Old friend? Could it be the Unparalleled Demon Emperor?"
Fang Yuan smiled: "I didn't expect that I am so proud. In order to deal with me, you actually joined forces with evil!"
As soon as this statement was made, it was tantamount to an admission, and everyone in the martial arts community immediately burst out into an uproar: "What? Fang Xu is the Hundred-Change Demon King?"
"This person is cruel and has dangers in the mountains and rivers!"
"I want to avenge my father!"
"So the enemy is here!"
Thousands of people pointed it out, and it ended without any disease!
Huge pressure suddenly fell on Fang Yuan. Unfortunately, for him, it was just a breeze blowing on his face.
"Amitabha, I was only 30% sure before I asked Master Tianjian to give you a try. Unexpectedly, the donor actually admitted it himself!"
The divine monk was also a little surprised.
"Haha... Because I have nothing to worry about!"
Long before leaving, Fang Yuan had arranged for Fang Tianhan and Jiang Xinlan to go far away. What's more, with his help, Fang Tianhan had been in a state of trance for three years and had become a god-level warrior. He could go anywhere in the world.
In this way, there is no need to worry and you can give it a try.
"The Unparalleled Demon Emperor, haven't you shown up yet?"
Fang Yuan looked somewhere.
Boom!
The secret door exploded, and the Unparalleled Demon Emperor came with a group of masters of the Demon Sect, looking as graceful as ever: "Demon Lord of All Transformations... I lost to you last time, which has always been my shame. Today, I have to learn from you again!"
"Very good, together with you, all the god-level warriors in the martial arts are here!" Fang Yuan nodded: "Not a bad trap!"
Wang Tianming stared at this scene blankly, not knowing what he felt in his heart.
"Fang Xu, your talent can actually surpass mine..."
A kind of unwillingness and resentment, like a poisonous snake, kept devouring his heart, but at the same time, there was some secret joy: "But you are finished! You are the ever-changing Demon Lord, and you cannot tolerate both good and evil! You will die today Got it!"
As soon as he thought of this, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
"Master Tianjian, Divine Monk, guard the surroundings!"
The Unparalleled Demon Emperor strode forward, and with every step he took, his aura surged by 10%, and his voice was like thunder: "Various Demon Emperor Fang Xu, I have learned your clever trick again!"
"snort!"
Fang Yuan snorted coldly and stepped forward without hesitation, his water and fire shield appearing on his body.
The Unparalleled Demon Emperor punched out and landed on the shield, still unable to break through the defense.
"Drink! There is no need to talk about moral principles when following evil heretics. Let's all join in!"
In just an instant, two figures appeared next to him, one holding a knife and the other using a sword. The weapons in their hands exuded a terrifying aura, and they were both at the level of divine weapons and sharp blades!
Seventh on the martial arts list, the Sword Demon has no twins! Number eight on the martial arts list, King Xiang of Sword Dominance!
"Die!"
In this world, even Fang Yuan would not dare to use his own body to fight against the magic weapon. With a touch of his waist, the Drizzle Sword fell into his hand like a silver snake: "Qingfeng sword!"
call out!
The clear light flashed, like a chef undressing an ox, and it was submerged in the light of a sword.
Two muffled groans came out, and the light suddenly dimmed.
Wu Shuangzi and King Xiang covered their throats with disbelief on their faces: "No... it's possible..."