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The disciples from Qingyun Sect, who had already dispersed, gathered together again in front of Xiao Qianyan. Although they didn't know that the sect had undergone a major change in just half a day, they also smelled something wrong. They were nervous. They suddenly saw Fang Xing and Xiao Jianming preparing to continue the battle of the decisive leader. Whether they were interested or not, they all rushed here to see what was going on.

"I thought it was this little ghost who was scared just now and deliberately ran away. He actually wanted to continue?"

"What happened just now? Is it related to this little devil?"

"Hey, is this little devil trying to die? I remember he also has a mount, but this time he is going to fight the enemy alone?"

While there were many discussions, some were happy and some were sad.

"Why does he have to show off with Senior Brother Xiao? Isn't he afraid..."

Under Xiao Qianyan, Qin Xing'er's eyes were hazy.

Liu Heihu advised: "He must have his own decision and may not lose!"

And in farther places, people who have a grudge against Fang Xing, such as Feng Qingwei, Mu Rongying, Meng Xuanzhao, Ye Tianlong, etc., had an unconcealed excitement on their faces, and their eyes were instantly looking at the stage.

"It's a pity that I can't kill this little ghost with my own hands, but being able to see Senior Brother Xiao kill him can relieve his anger!"

"What a pity, this little devil is actually pretty good. He is just seeking death by himself, but he is destined to be unable to grow up!"

In the stands, the Bluebird Elder also looked cold and said, "I hope Jianming will not be as ruthless as Lingyun!"

Xiao Shanhe knew that she still secretly hated Fang Xing for scolding her in public, and laughed and said, "Look at Jian Ming venting his anger for his junior sister!"

Whether it is an acquaintance or a stranger, whether it is an elder or an ordinary disciple, the other party has little strength to have confidence.

Although Fang Xing has always shown strong strength since he returned to the mountain gate, far exceeding his own cultivation, but in this martial arts performance, his performance was really disappointing. He either used money to smash people or acted like a scoundrel. Even if he had reached the last battle and defeated the two masters of Hua Yuanye and Xu Lingyun, others still did not recognize his strength.

Those who looked up to him thought he might have something to keep, those who underestimate him, even thought that he could reach the stage of confrontation with Xiao Jianming, purely because of his own tricks and luck... Of course, he had to add money!

In addition, whether he is optimistic or underestimated, he feels that he has 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 separate his light, let alone Fang Xing.

"Little kid, I rarely hate someone as much as I hate you..."

Xiao Jianming sat cross-legged on the back of the Iron Eagle, holding the Iron Sword with both arms, his eyes shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice.

Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "That's because you can't do anything to me, right?"

Xiao Jianming was slightly stunned. After a while, he nodded slowly and said, "Yes, it's true. No one in the Qingyun Sect dared to be so disrespectful to me like you, and there was never anyone who offended me and could live as free as you. So I hate you very much. I want to kill you all the time. Finally, I am lucky. Today I finally waited for this moment..."

As he spoke, Xiao Jianming's murderous aura had risen.

Fang Xing was not afraid at all, looked up at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I have one more thing to say!"

Xiao Jianming sneered a little, and said lightly: "Tell me, maybe this is your last chance..."

Fang Xing smiled and said seriously: "Xiao Jianming, your uncle!"

Xiao Jianming was stunned, his face flashed with chills, and with a "choking" sound, the iron sword was unsheathed half an inch.

Fang Xingze suddenly jumped back, put his hands on his hips, and shouted, "If you have the ability, kill me, kill me..."

"Little devil, I'm still talking nonsense until death!"

Xiao Jianming was so angry that he suddenly rose. With a choke, the iron sword was unsheathed and suddenly turned into a black rainbow and stabbed towards him.

When facing Fang Xing, he always felt that he was not patient enough.

"A sword against cold frost..."

The voice was cold and sharp, and the sword was as sharp as frost. The black light burst out, and the sword light brought out layers of frost. With one sword, it blocked all the space within a radius of thirty feet. Where the cold frost was located, any movement slowed down. Only his sword was not affected, it seemed to be slow and fast in the air, and it seemed to be stabbing slowly, but it was actually pointing to a foot of Fang Xing's eyebrows.

Fang Xing's face suddenly sternly. With a "swish", his five fingers were blunt, and the Green Dragon Blue Flame Sword appeared in his hand, and then he swung his sword in a slanted. In an instant, the sword energy exploded, and the evil aura of the Green Dragon was like a real green dragon, hovering around him with a hissing. A golden flame surrounded the dragon's body, which was extremely hot, instantly tore off all the frost influences.

"when……"

As swords collided, the golden whistle sounded endlessly and spread out faintly.

Xiao Jianming's face changed, and the iron sword shook, and it was like a silk twist for three times before it could dissolve the huge force coming from Fang Xing's sword.

Fang Xing took three or four steps in an instant before he stopped and his body steadily, with a slightly solemn expression.

"Little kid, I really underestimated you. It is obvious that it is only the seventh level of agility, and the power of one blow is so strong..."

Xiao Jianming said coldly, and the power of Fang Xing's sword shocked him a little.

Fang Xingze smiled and said, "If it weren't for this, how dare you fight with you?"

Xiao Jianming showed a hint of sarcasm on his face: "I have been practicing the Qingyun Nine Swords Technique for nearly ten years. Do you really think I am at this level?"

With a sneer, the iron sword pierced out again with a silence.

"The Qingyun's sword breaks the dawn light..."

The sword energy is like a rainbow, like the rising sun, blooming endless light.

In an instant, a sun seemed to appear in Xiao Jianming's hand, which was emerging from the darkness, radiating endless light.

At this moment, the iron sword in his palm seemed to be transformed into thousands of shadows, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and it stabbed in the direction overwhelmingly.

Of course, only one of these sword shadows is real.

However, even the virtual light has a very powerful sword energy, with the ability to hurt the enemy, it is overwhelming and difficult to distinguish the virtual and the real. If you only care about finding the real sword light, you will be surrounded by the sword energy and will be seriously injured. If you only care about resisting the sword energy and are attacked by the real sword light, you will definitely be able to take such a sword and your life will be difficult to protect.

"Little devil, I see how you resist this sword..."

Xiao Jianming showed a sneer on his face, and he moved his iron eagle to push forward to Fang Xing.

Each of the nine swords of Qingyun has different powers, and it is by no means easy.

However, he has worked hard on the Qingyun Nine Swords Technique and does not think that Fang Xing can withstand this sword.

Cultivation does not represent everything, just like two ordinary people, those who have practiced martial arts will definitely be stronger than ordinary people.

There is also a huge difference in strength among those who have practiced the battle mystery and those who have not practiced the battle mystery.

When Fang Xing saw this sword, his face changed.

I instantly thought about countless thoughts in my mind, and finally made up my mind. Not only did I not retreat, I pounced on the sword light.

He just danced the big sword casually, and was completely out of order, and he could not resist the sword at all.

However, just as he was about to pounce into the sword light, he suddenly shouted: "The Explosion Purple Thunder Talisman..."

Xiao Jianming was immediately shocked and immediately withdrew his sword and retreated. The iron eagle instantly flew out three or four feet, and the sword was defending in front of his chest.

He was not a brainless person. He had thought about how Fang Xing might deal with him before, and had seen Fang Xing use various talismans and magic tools to seriously injure Hua Juye. He knew that this little ghost had many strange things on him, and among these things, the explosive flame purple thunder talisman given to him by Fuyao Palace was undoubtedly the most powerful, and even he did not dare to snatch his edge.

He didn't want to die with Fang Xing, and he had to save his life first.

But when he stepped back, he suddenly found that Fang Xing's hand was empty, and there was no flame-exploding purple thunder talisman. After scaring him away, he immediately retreated back to the spot without any intention of rushing up. Instead, he covered his stomach and laughed, pointing to Xiao Jianming and said, "Haha, I'm lying to you, I'm scared to you like a rabbit, is it embarrassing to throw it away..."

Xiao Jianming was immediately angry and smoked from his seven orifices, shouting: "You little devil, you are looking for death!"

The sword light rose again, and the cold lightning attacked Fangxing like a cold light.

He was so angry that his sword seemed to be a little stronger than usual.

"I really think that I'm afraid of you!"

Fang Xing's smile also restrained, and his murderous aura overflowed on his face, as if he wanted to fight to the death.

Seeing that Xiao Jianming had rushed to the front, his hand suddenly hid behind him and shouted again: "The Explosion of Flame Purple Thunder Talisman..."

Xiao Jianming was shocked and said to himself: "This time is true!"

The foot that was stepping on the back of the Iron Eagle quickly exerted a little force, and the Iron Eagle immediately turned around and flew away three or four feet later.

"Haha, you guy, I'm still lying to you. Looks like you are so scared..."

Fang Xing laughed loudly and stretched out his empty hand to sway towards Xiao Jianming.

"Little bastard, I'll kill you!"

Xiao Jianming's eyes turned red with anger. He shouted hard and stabbed Fang Xingji with a "swoosh".

He had used all his strength to forget all his uncle's words in this sword.

What the hell is to save his life, go to hell!

Let this little devil die more than anything else!

I have to say that making the opponent unable to calm down is also a kind of talented magical power of Fang Xing! r1152

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