The man wrapped in the cloak smashed through the window and jumped out of the room, Fang Jie's fist greeted him. The man in mid-air could no longer dodge, so he also punched.
The two fists collided fiercely, and then both of them flew backwards at the same time. At the moment when their fists collided, they even heard the bones in their arms moaning overwhelmed. The moment he was about to hit the ground, the man could still forcefully twist his body in mid-air, avoiding a sword energy from behind.
After Fang Jie landed, he retreated three steps in a row before standing still. He subconsciously glanced at his right fist.
The strength of the opponent's fist was comparable to Fang Jie's, but Fang Jie felt that it was not all the strength brought out by his inner strength. Fang Jie is more familiar with muscle strength because he cannot practice. And the feeling transmitted from his right arm made him suspect that the physical quality of the guy opposite him was not much inferior to his own.
The ugly-faced man stabilized his body, the pain in his back made him frown slightly. He had dodged fast enough, but Shen Qingfan's swift and sharp sword energy still left a scar on his back. The cloak was cut off and slowly fell not far from him.
In front of him is Fang Jie, and behind him is Shen Qingfan.
This was the most dangerous situation he had faced since entering Chang'an City.
Shen Qingfan's sword energy made him afraid, and Fang Jie's fist also shocked him. He knew that Fang Jie was a difficult person to deal with, but he didn't expect to have such a solid physique. Just now, his fists were filled with inner strength, although they were scattered to deal with Shen Qingfan behind him, but it was enough to make his already strong body even stronger.
However, this punch failed to break Fang Jie's arm.
Fang Jie's feeling didn't have too much deviation, the ugly-faced man's arm really didn't have much internal energy. If not, there would not be only a faint bloodstain on his back. If all the internal energy in his sea of qi had been concentrated on his fists, he might have injured Fang Jie, but I'm afraid that the wound on his back may go straight to the inner palace at this time.
Fang Jie took a step forward, carefully looking at the man in front of him who finally revealed his true colors under the light. His face was so weird that people couldn't look directly at it. Apart from being dirty and disgusting, there were distorted facial features. The skin on his face was old and lifeless, but there were no wrinkles.
"People from the Buddhist sect?"
Fang Jie asked a question.
The ugly-faced man shook his head, but didn't speak.
Fang Jie was silent, then pointed to the man's face and said, "You cover your face with such an ugly thing because you are afraid of being recognized. This is definitely not your true face... I have never been in such a place." You saw such a young look on Zhang's old face. And you didn't speak, because you were afraid that I would recognize your voice. So... we must have met before, and now... you are the one who tore off the disgusting thing on your face , or should I help you?"
The ugly-faced man grinned, but made no sound.
He pointed to his own face too, then shook his head.
Fang Jie looked at him and asked, "Have no face to face people?"
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the ugly-faced man, as if Fang Jie's words hurt his scar. His eyes were concentrated on Fang Jie's body viciously, as if he couldn't bear to tear Fang Jie into pieces.
"Normally hateful people must be pitiful. I really can't figure out what kind of past you have that would make you dress up like this. If Da Sui owed you so he killed you , then why don’t you seek revenge from those who owed you? You will have a great sense of accomplishment if you find some students from the Academy of Martial Arts whose cultivation is not as good as yours, and you will have a high sense of accomplishment? Or... do you like the feeling of killing people? If it’s the latter, then I I can only say that you are a perverted lunatic."
Fang Jie didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, but said something that sounded unnecessary.
"he died!"
Finally, the ugly-faced man couldn't hold back his anger and roared. The voice is hoarse, it should be deliberately hiding the real voice.
"Sure enough, you're just a clown."
Fang Jie sighed, and then took another step forward. He didn't turn his head and said to the people standing behind: "Bring a knife, the best knife."
Ma Lilian, who was guarded by more than a dozen veterans of hundreds of battles, subconsciously wanted to move forward, but was protected by her own soldiers. A soldier ran over and handed the horizontal knife in his hand to Fang Jie, and then quickly retreated to block Ma Lilian. Fang Jie weighed the weight of the horizontal knife in his hand, looked at the ugly man and asked seriously, "Any last words?"
"I want you to die!"
The ugly-faced man roared angrily, and rushed forward. In the forward leap, he flicked his left hand backwards, and a sharp finger force quickly touched Shen Qingfan's forehead. Shen Qingshan didn't dodge, and frowned slightly, a sword qi came out from nowhere, and swung the finger force away. At the same time, she raised her hand and pointed at the ugly man's back.
There seemed to be something extremely cold in the air that quickly condensed, and then turned into hundreds of sword qi. It was like hundreds of sharp long swords floating in front of her, ready to go. When she straightened her fingers suddenly, those invisible long swords pierced the ugly-faced man's back fiercely like a meteor shower.
At the same time, the ugly-faced man dodged Fang Jie's every move, and punched Fang Jie's face while twisting his body. Fang Jie had no intention of avoiding dodge at all, as if the right hand holding the knife suddenly broke, the blade fell at an impossible angle, piercing the arm of the ugly-faced man.
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Just when Fang Jie's saber and Shen Qingshan's sword arrived almost at the same time. The ugly-faced man suddenly let out a mournful roar, and then... a bright and holy three-petaled lotus bloomed in his body. It seems that it is not something blurred at all, it is so real that even the process of flower petals blooming is so clearly visible.
Jianqi and Hengdao hit the lotus one after another, making a series of crisp sounds.
With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal knife was swung away. He couldn't grasp the right hand holding the knife, and his right arm trembled involuntarily. And behind the ugly-faced man, hundreds of sword qi rained down on the white lotus that was protecting the man's back. The jingling sound was endless, and the sword energy couldn't pierce the petal that looked crystal clear and as thin as a cicada's wing.
Fang Jie took a wrong step backwards, and his face gradually became serious.
"Sure enough, it has something to do with that old bald donkey."
He snorted coldly, and the arm holding the knife gradually stabilized.
Shen Qingfan, who was standing behind the ugly man, frowned slightly, and she kept pointing her fingers at the back of the ugly man. The sword energy condensed in the mid-air continued to attack, like a continuous star rain. But what shocked her was that the seemingly vulnerable lotus actually blocked all the sword energy.
Both she and Fang Jie had heard about the story of the red-robed great priest Heju Taoist chasing and killing Chen Ya. At the most critical moment, it was a five-petaled white lotus that appeared out of thin air and saved Chen Ya's life. At that time, people did not know who had arrived in Chang'an City. Fang Jie saw this white lotus appearing for the second time. That day the old monk Zhizhi captured him, and he was surrounded by the proprietress, Zhuo Buyi and many other masters. When everyone was besieging, the bright white lotus bloomed again.
For the first time, the repulsive force of the red-robed great priest Heju Taoist shook the two pieces of white lotus out of cracks. It was a full-strength blow from a Taoist master, but it still failed to shatter the petals. The second time, the six masters combined their efforts to shatter the white lotus, but the old monk Zhizhi took the opportunity to escape.
When the petals behind the ugly-faced man blocked the nine hundred and ninety-ninth sword energy, there was finally a light click. A crack appeared on the petal and gradually spread. It's as if a skilled hand has used light ink to outline the natural lines on the petals of the white lotus, making this lotus more beautiful.
But the price of beauty is very high, and the lotus gradually splits.
Fang Jie let out a low whistle, and a powerful impact erupted between his legs. He stepped out of a deep hole in the ground, and the dust was instantly blown up. His figure rushed in front of the ugly-faced man at a speed that was hard to track with the naked eye, and then concentrated all the muscle power he could mobilize on his right arm. At this moment, the muscles of Fang Xie's right arm underwent a huge change. All the muscles are exerting force in one direction, which is impossible for normal people to do!
With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal knife slashed fiercely on a white lotus petal. The blade shattered in an instant, and the white lotus was almost cut off with an extremely long cut.
The ugly-faced man surrounded by the three-petaled lotus roared angrily, and punched Fang Jie's chest. Fang Xie didn't have time to retract his right arm, and quickly raised his left hand to grab the ugly-faced man's fist. With a bang, Fang Jie's body was shaken and flew out like a cannonball.
Several soldiers from General Guide's mansion tried to stop Fang Jie, but they were knocked to the ground.
A sharp pain spread from his left arm to his whole body, and Fang Xie even felt that the bones in his left arm were shattered. He stood up slowly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
pity!
He sighed inwardly.
If he had brought the broken knife given to him by the old cripple, this knife would definitely split that lotus petal open. But Tai Sui's standard horizontal knife couldn't withstand Fang Xie's huge strength and collapsed, and it couldn't compare with the strength of the lotus petal.
This ugly-faced man is so powerful that it makes one's heart palpitate.
At this moment, Shen Qingfan suddenly raised his arms. Her hair danced without the wind, and the long skirt on her body also swayed. The air in the courtyard seemed to be slowly freezing, and in midair, it seemed that a huge sharp sword slowly took shape. The sword didn't seem to be perfect, it was just a prototype, but even so, the cold sharpness still hurt the eyes of everyone in the yard. Although the sword cannot be seen, everyone can feel it.
Ma Lilian and the others couldn't bear the pressure and had to close their eyes. The two old stewards actually yelled at the same time, and blood slowly flowed down from the corners of their eyes.
Fang Jie looked at Shen Qingfan in the distance in surprise, and then suddenly thought of a possibility.
Just when he was startled, Shen Qingfan swung his raised arms forward suddenly. The two hands closed together with a snap, and the invisible giant sword fell on the ugly-faced man fiercely like a thunderbolt. At this moment, people even had the illusion of hearing a loud dragon chant.
With a bang, the green bricks in the yard were shattered, with the ugly man at the center, and the ground of the whole yard seemed to be suddenly covered by a spider web. The storm shook all around, and the dust and smoke rose in an instant. Like a hurricane, rubble and dust are pushed outward in an invisible expanding circle.
The white lotus split inch by inch, and all three petals were shattered!
At the same time, in the mansion of an important court official across the four streets. Zhuo Buyi, who was guarding another student who had gone to Banyue Mountain, changed his expression and disappeared in place in a flash. On Dongershisantiao Street, the old cripple who seemed to be asleep while lying on the bench suddenly sat up and muttered four words.
Who enters the ninth rank