But at this moment, amid the billowing smoke, Fang Yuan was already filled with anger. He slashed towards the young man in purple clothes with his sword. The two weapons connected. Unexpectedly, the amazing magic power collided. Unexpectedly, the young man in purple clothes was pushed back by Fang Yuan's sword, and his feet dug a deep ravine on the solid ground.
"you wanna die!"
The young man in purple clothes changed his expression, angrily raised his magic power, and was about to strike with his mace.
But before he could take action, Fang Yuan struck with one sword, then came close to him again, and then struck with another sword!
The sword came so fast that the young man in purple could only grit his teeth and hold up the golden mace again to block the attack.
"Tsk..."
This sword knocked him back alive again.
"Where did this little bastard get such deep magic power?"
At this time, even he was slightly surprised. He was obviously at the ninth level of Qi training. Under the foundation building, he could hardly meet an opponent. His strength could basically crush all the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak. He never thought that the opponent actually had This kind of powerful magic power was obviously two levels lower than his own, but the sword power contained indescribable magic power. He was struck with two swords in a row, and he suffered a loss!
Especially when everyone was in harmony, he was repelled twice, and he was really angry.
"Swish" "swish" "swish" "swish" "swish"
Fang Yuan didn't care about all that. After using two swords in a row, the anger in his heart had not yet been released. The sword light was sharp and he rushed forward again. Under the urging of the Wuque Sword Sutra, he used the sword moves that he was usually familiar with. , it was unleashed continuously, turning into a huge net that weaved the sky, and slashed at the young man in purple clothes in front of him, one sword more fierce than the other!
Nowadays, he is no longer rigid about sword moves, and now he is even more relaxed when taking action!
It seems that he has no idea at all, he just keeps drawing out his sword!
Bang bang bang bang bang…
But for the young man in purple, it was not so fun. He felt a big net was woven in front of his eyes. He wanted to rush out several times, but he failed. Instead, he was knocked back one after another. This happened several times. His back had already hit the merit stone wall, and the strong sword force forced him to knock out a shallow mark on the merit stone wall. It can be said that he was extremely embarrassed!
"How bold... You are seeking death yourself!"
With the temperament of this young man in purple, how could he bear such an insult? He roared angrily and suddenly lost all attention. Suddenly, all his mana was activated crazily, and all of it was poured into the golden Nine Dragon Mace in his palm. On the top, for a moment I saw the golden glow on the golden nine-dragon mace, and the lifelike dragon pattern on the mace seemed to come to life at this moment, roaring in a low voice...
"Quick, quick, stop them!"
When they first saw the changes in front of the merit stone wall, all the immortal sect deacons were shocked.
When they first saw the young man in purple making a move, although they were a little hesitant, they did not want to directly stop him because the other party was a true disciple. Once these true disciples successfully established the foundation and grew up, their status would not be lower than that of low-level deacons and elders like them. Therefore, in the Immortal Sect, they are always polite to these true disciples and will not treat them as ordinary disciples.
Moreover, in their imagination, as a true disciple, they would not kill a disciple of the Immortal Sect who was much younger than him. It was not until they saw him using the Golden Nine-Dragon Mace that their expressions changed. Such a big change that I can no longer care about anything else.
"It's really outrageous. Are you even going to use magic weapons like the Golden Nine Dragon Mace?"
Even the woman in white on the hillside couldn't help but scolded in a low voice and frowned tightly.
"The golden nine-dragon mace, that's not..."
When Junior Sister Xiao Qiao heard the name, she couldn't help being startled and her face turned pale.
"Danger… "
At this moment, Fang Yuan, who was frantically drawing his sword, intuitively felt a feeling of panic. When he was fighting with others, he would often clear his mind subconsciously to avoid being affected and make wrong judgments. , and precisely because of clearing away distracting thoughts, my intuition is extremely sensitive when fighting with others. At this time, I suddenly felt a strong danger!
But correspondingly, he could also feel that his opponent could not hold on for much longer.
At this moment, he surprisingly did not choose to stop. Instead, he gritted his teeth and slashed with another sword. Moreover, he had no reservations with this sword, and all the black and yellow energy in his body was destroyed, rumbling and rolling. It hits the opponent like a big wave in a long river!
At this moment, the demon seal on his sword suddenly lit up.
"Go to hell!"
The young man in purple shouted angrily and flew into the sky, swinging out the golden Nine-Dragon Mace in his hand to confront Fang Yuan head-on. But what he didn't expect was that the power of the Golden Nine-Dragon Mace was about to truly destroy him. When he moved away, he suddenly saw Fang Yuan's sword light. In that sharp sword light, he actually saw a bright blood color, and he was inexplicably shocked...
The feeling was like catching a glimpse of a sea of blood, and the shrill screams inside penetrated into the heart like sharp needles.
The golden nine-dragon mace he had just activated suddenly slowed down.
But Fang Yuan's sword force came rolling in, immediately smashing the golden light in front of him, and continued to rush forward, pushing him into the stone wall. The young man in purple also reacted, He tried his best to bring out the power of the Golden Nine Dragon Mace, but at this moment, Fang Yuan flew over and stabbed him straight with a sword...
"You...you really dare to kill me?"
The young man in purple was shocked, and it was too late to activate the Nine Dragon Mace.
And looking at Fang Yuan's expressionless look, for the first time, he felt a terrible fear in his heart.
"Quick, quick, stop him..."
At this time, the deacons on the mountain had just rushed down, shouting and rushing towards the young man in purple, trying to prevent him from destroying the golden nine-dragon mace. Otherwise, not only Fang Yuan, they were worried that even the stone wall of merit would be destroyed. It's ruined...
"You're just trying to stop me! Stop Xiao Fangyuan!"
But Butler Bai was the first to realize something was wrong. He shouted angrily and rushed towards Fang Yuan.
"Oh oh oh... that's right..."
Only then did the deacons realize that it was not Fang Yuan who was in danger now, but the young man in purple. They hurriedly turned in the air and rushed towards Fang Yuan, but in mid-air, they saw Fang Yuan's sword was like a shooting star, flowing freely, and he stabbed the young man in purple without any hesitation. All of them were immediately confused and broke out in cold sweat...
"Xiao Fangyuan, don't kill me. Do you want to destroy your future?"
Fang Yuan's sword strike was too fast, and the scene was so sudden that even the deacons had no time to stop it.
In his eagerness, he could only rush forward and yell as hard as he could.
"Self-destruction?"
When Fang Yuan heard this, he hesitated slightly, but in an instant, he stabbed out with his sword.
"It's over, it's over!"
All the deacons were shocked and hurried to the scene. When they saw this scene, they wanted to cry without tears.
"This... can't be true?"
On the hillside, Xiaojiao and others were also shocked beyond measure and stood up subconsciously.
But around Xiaozhu Peak, the mountains and plains were filled with silence.
Everyone looked over with wide eyes, not expecting such a result.
The appearance of the young man in purple clothes was really unexpected. His tyrannical strength shocked all the Immortal Sect disciples up and down Xiaozhu Peak, and even gave birth to boundless fear, but even more What I didn't expect was that after such a big battle, he would be defeated. He was a true heir of the Immortal Sect. With such a high status, he was actually given up by Fang Yuan...
"...He's not dead!"
In front of the stone wall of merit, the smoke and dust dispersed, gradually revealing the true appearance on the stone wall.
Someone's heart skipped a beat and they shouted hurriedly.
Only then did the Immortal Sect disciples discover that the young man in purple clothes was still alive.
Fang Yuan's sword pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the stone wall of merit. The golden nine-dragon mace in his hand fell to the ground powerlessly. At this time, the whole person had lost all resistance. , just hanging in mid-air...
"so far so good… "
Butler Bai and others saw this scene clearly and took a deep breath.
It’s good that you’re not dead, it’s good that you’re not dead!
Suffering some minor injuries is not a big deal, but being beheaded like this is an earth-shattering big deal!
"Xiao Fangyuan, come here quickly, don't act out of anger!"
The deacons kept their composure and whispered to Fang Yuan, for fear of arousing him and adding another blow.
However, they thought too much. Fang Yuan's anger was released with this sword. At this time, his mind had calmed down. He glanced at the true disciple who was nailed to the wall by him, but he was cold. With a snort, he took off the scabbard from his waist, then pulled out the long sword nailed to his body, turned around, and slowly fell to the ground!
When he pulled out the sword, the young man in purple immediately fell down and fell heavily to the ground.
Fang Yuan did not look back at him at all. He held the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand. His eyes slowly swept over. Li Jianghan, Wang Kun, Tai Hezhen, Qi Xiaofeng were in front of the merit stone wall, as well as on the path of Xiaozhu Peak in the distance. Chen Xu and other immortal disciples who looked over from a distance met his gaze, and their expressions became serious, but Fang Principle gave it away gently and returned the sword to its sheath!
Then he stuck his sword on the ground beside him and bowed in all directions: "Brothers, I won this game!"
(End of chapter)