From the top to bottom of the Qingyun Sect, the disciples who had already dispersed gathered in front of Xiaoqianyan again. Although they didn't know that the sect had undergone major changes in just half a day, they also sensed something was wrong, and they felt uneasy. At first glance, they saw that Fang Xing and Xiao Jianming were going to continue the battle to win the leader, regardless of whether they were interested or not. , also rushed here one after another, to see what happened.
"I thought the brat was scared just now and ran away on purpose, but he still wants to continue?"
"What happened just now? Is it related to this kid?"
"Hey, is this kid looking for death? Remember that he also has a mount, but this time he wants to fight the enemy alone?"
In the discussion, some people are happy and others are worried.
"Why does he have to confront Senior Brother Xiao? Isn't he afraid..."
Under Xiaoqianyan, Qin Xing'er's eyes were dim with tears.
Liu Heihu persuaded: "He must have made his own decision, and he may not necessarily lose!"
And in places farther away, people who have feuds with Fang Xing, such as Feng Qingwei, Mu Rongying, Meng Xuanzhao, Ye Tianlong, etc., have unconcealable excitement on their faces, and their eyes are not blinking Looking at the stage.
"It's a pity, I can't kill this brat with my own hands, but seeing Senior Brother Xiao kill him can also relieve my sulk!"
"It's a pity, this kid is actually pretty good, but he's just looking for death, but he's doomed not to grow up!"
In the stands, Elder Qingniao also looked cold, saying: "I hope Jianming will not be as merciful as Lingyun!"
Xiao Shanhe knew that she still secretly hated Fang Xing for scolding her in public, so he laughed and said: "Let's see Jianming venting his anger for Junior Sister!"
Whether they are acquaintances or strangers, elders or ordinary disciples, there are not many people who have confidence in Fang Xing.
Although Fang Xing has been showing great strength since returning to the mountain gate, far beyond his own cultivation, but this time in the performance of martial arts, his performance is really disappointing, he will either throw money at people, Either play a rogue, even if he has reached the final battle and defeated the two masters Hua Yuanye and Xu Lingyun, others still do not recognize his strength.
Those who look up to him think that he may have something to hide, and those who underestimate him even think that he can get to the point where he can confront Xiao Jianming purely because of his own tricks and luck... Of course, it must be added money!
In addition, no matter who looked up to him or looked down on him, they all felt that he had no chance of winning against Xiao Jianming.
After all, Xiao Jianming has been famous in Qingyun Sect for nearly ten years, and has always existed as the strongest disciple. Even Xu Lingyun, who is equally talented, can hardly take away half of his brilliance, let alone Fang Xing.
"Little devil, I rarely hate someone like you..."
Xiao Jianming sat cross-legged on Tie Ying's back, holding the iron sword in his arms, and said in a deep voice with his eyes shining brightly.
Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "That's because you have nothing to do with me, right?"
Xiao Jianming was slightly startled, and after a long while, he nodded slowly, and said: "That's right, that's true, no one in Qingyun Sect has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me like you, and there has never been anyone who has offended me, can you A person who lives as carefree as you, so I hate you very much, and I don’t want to kill you all the time. Fortunately, I finally waited for this moment today... "
While speaking, Xiao Jianming's murderous aura rose.
Fang Xing was not afraid at all, looked up at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I still have something to say!"
A sneer rose from the corner of Xiao Jianming's mouth, and he said lightly, "Tell me, maybe this is your last chance..."
Fang Xing smiled, and said seriously: "Xiao Jianming, I'll fuck you!"
Xiao Jianming was startled, his face turned cold, and with a "choke", the iron sword was unsheathed half an inch.
Fang Xing suddenly jumped back, put his hands on his hips, and shouted: "If you have the ability, kill me, kill me..."
"Little devil, you are still talking poorly when you are about to die!"
Xiao Jianming's anger was so high that it rose all of a sudden, and the iron sword came out of its sheath with a choking sound, and suddenly turned into a black rainbow and stabbed at Fang Xing.
When facing Fang Xing, he always felt that his patience was not enough.
"Qing Yun's sword against the cold frost..."
The voice was cold and harsh, and the sword was like frost. The black light shot out, and the sword light brought layers of frost, and when the sword stabbed out, it blocked all the space within a radius of thirty feet. Where the frost was, any movement slowed down, only his sword did not move. Affected, he seems to be in a hurry in the air, and it seems that he is still stabbing slowly, but in fact he has already pointed to Fang Xing's eyebrows.
Fang Xing's face also froze suddenly, and with a "shua", his fingers were bluffed, and the Qinglong Biyan Saber appeared in his hand, and then he swung the saber obliquely. In an instant, the saber's aura exploded, and the Qinglong's evil spirit was like a real Qinglong , hissing and hovering around his body, the dragon's body was surrounded by a piece of golden flame, which was extremely hot, tearing away all the frost effects in an instant.
"when… "
The swords collided, and the sound of Jin Ming neighed endlessly, faintly spreading out.
Xiao Jianming's complexion changed, and the iron sword swung around three times like a silk thread, only then did it dissipate the huge force from Fang Xingdao.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, took three or four steps back in an instant before he stopped and looked a little dignified.
"Little ghost, I really underestimated you, you are clearly only the seventh level of agility, and the power of one blow is so strong..."
Xiao Jianming said coldly, he was a little shocked by the power of Fang Xing's knife.
Fang Xing chuckled and said, "If it wasn't so, how dare I challenge you?"
Xiao Jianming had a sneer on his face: "I have practiced Qingyun Nine Swords for nearly ten years, do you really think I am at this level?"
Amidst the sneer, the iron sword thrust out again with a swish.
"Qingyun's sword breaks the dawn..."
The sword energy is like a rainbow, just like the rising sun, blooming with endless light.
In an instant, Xiao Jianming seemed to have a sun in his hand, emerging from the darkness, radiating endless rays of light.
At this moment, the iron sword in his palm seemed to have transformed into thousands of shadows, it was hard to tell the truth from reality, and stabbed down to Fang Xing overwhelmingly.
Among these sword shadows, naturally only one is real.
However, even the illusory light has quite powerful sword aura, capable of injuring the enemy, covering the sky and covering the earth, making it difficult to tell the truth from reality. If you only focus on finding that real sword light, you will be surrounded by the sword aura, and you will also be seriously injured. And if he only focused on resisting the sword energy, but was attacked by that real sword light, he would definitely suffer from such a sword, and his life would be in jeopardy.
"Little devil, let me see how you resist this sword..."
With a sneer on Xiao Jianming's face, he pushed Tie Ying under his feet and pushed towards Fang Xing.
Each sword of Qingyun Nine Swords has a different power, and it is by no means taken lightly.
And he, who has worked hard on Qingyun Nine Swords Art, doesn't think Fang Xing can resist this sword.
Cultivation does not represent everything, just like two ordinary people, those who have practiced martial arts must be stronger than ordinary people.
There is also a world of difference in strength between those who have practiced the Mysterious Battle Jue and those who have not.
When Fang Xing saw this sword, his expression changed.
Countless thoughts were calculated in his mind in an instant, and in the end his heart broke down. Not only did he not retreat, but he rushed towards Jian Guang instead.
He just waved the big knife casually, without any rules, and he couldn't resist the sword at all.
However, just as he was about to plunge into the sword light, he suddenly shouted: "The Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman..."
Xiao Jianming was taken aback immediately, retracted his sword and retreated in an instant, Tie Ying flew three or four feet away in an instant, and defended with the sword in front of his chest.
He is not a brainless person. He had thought about Fang Xing's possible way to deal with him before, and he had seen Fang Xing use various talismans and magic tools to forcefully smash Hua Yuanye into serious injuries. There are many strange things, and among these things, the Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman given to him by Fuyao Palace is undoubtedly the most powerful, and even he dare not beat it directly.
He didn't want to die with Fang Xing, no matter what, he had to save his life first.
It's just that when he backed away, he suddenly found that Fang Xing's hands were empty, and there was no explosive purple thunder charm. After scaring himself away, he also immediately retreated to the same spot, without any intention of rushing forward. Instead, he clutched his stomach and laughed loudly. He laughed, pointed at Xiao Jianming and said, "Haha, I lied to you, I see you are scared like a rabbit, don't you want to lose face..."
Xiao Jianming's seven orifices were suddenly filled with smoke, and he shouted: "Little devil, you are courting death!"
The sword light reappeared, and Fang Xing was attacked like a cold lightning.
He was really angry, and the sword seemed stronger than usual.
"I really think I'm afraid of you!"
Fang Xing's smile also subsided, murderous aura overflowed his face, as if he wanted to go all out.
Seeing that Xiao Jianming had rushed to the front, he suddenly hid his hands behind his back and shouted again: "The Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman..."
Xiao Jianming was startled, and secretly said: "This time it's true!"
The foot that stepped on Tie Ying's back hurriedly exerted a little force, Tie Ying immediately turned around and flew away, and escaped another three or four zhang.
"Haha, you bastard, I still lied to you, look at how scared you are..."
Fang Xing laughed loudly, and stretched out his empty hands to shake Xiao Jianming.
"Little bastard, I'll kill you!"
Xiao Jianming's eyes were red with anger, he drank fiercely, and stabbed Fang Xing with a "swish" sword.
With this sword, he had used all his strength, and he immediately forgot all his uncle's words.
What the fuck left him alive, go to hell!
Letting this kid die is more important than anything else!
It has to be said that it is Fang Xing's innate supernatural power to make his opponent lose his composure!