Looking at the corpses on the ground, Fang BuTong's heart was bleeding.
A total of eighty people were dispatched for this operation. Among the eighty people, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all in the fourth level of the sea realm. The ones with the highest cultivation level are only one step away from reaching the eighth level. This small team can be said to be his.
The most elite fighting force at my disposal.
Even though there are only 80 people, if they are placed on the battlefield where large armies are fighting, these 80 people will form a sharp knife squad. They can easily tear apart the enemy's formation by charging forward, and disrupt the enemy's deployment by attacking with surprise troops.
It can even be the key to winning a battle.
Fang BuTong had thought that this operation would lose some troops, but he never expected that the entire army would be wiped out, and that nothing of value would be wiped out.
This huge loss in just one moment was hard for Fang BuTong to accept. While heartbroken, he was also secretly glad that he had broken through the shackles and entered the ninth heaven not long ago, achieving half-step to greatness. Otherwise, he would have suffered such a heavy loss this time.
It will inevitably shake his position as the core decision-maker of his own side, and may even cause him to lose the right to speak on major decisions for a period of time. But he is now a half-step powerful person in Jiuchongtian, except for the Xingchen Patriarch who is sitting in Jincheng
, who dares to say anything wrong about him?
Fang BuTong's eyes fell on Wan Qiuqing, his expression uncertain. The failure of this plan was all because of this woman. Those damn idiots in the intelligence department actually missed the existence of a half-step powerful person, and even revealed her identity.
The message was specially marked with the words "ordinary woman", which is really ridiculous.
The wound on his hand has solidified, and the half-step almighty body's self-healing ability is far beyond that of ordinary people, but the wound is still aching. To be precise, it is not the wound that hurts, but that he is palpitating from the sword strike just now.
He didn't understand why this uncontrolled slash was so powerful. They were both half-step powerful, so could it be that the gap between him and Wan Qiuqing was so huge? Even the sword move she left on her sword
Can't beat them?
Fang BuTong didn't believe it, so he took action and targeted Qi Changkong.
Wan Qiuqing killed his people in front of his eyes, and he also wanted to kill Qi Changkong in front of Wan Qiuqing's eyes to prove that his combat power was not weaker than Wan Qiuqing's.
His speed is extremely fast, beyond the ability of the naked eye to capture.
call
A strong wind rose from the ground and swept towards Wan Qiuqing and Qi Changkong. This wind was not an ordinary wind. Even the space was distorted by it and was on the verge of being torn apart. If they were caught by it, they would probably be disabled even if they were not dead.
Fang BuTong's figure was hidden in the strong wind, making it even more difficult to catch.
Click
There were no clouds in the sky and thunder fell from the sky.
Waves of thunder exploded above Wan Qiuqing and Qi Changkong, and silver arcs as thick as a baby's arm struck the two of them head-on.
At the same time, on the dry and cracked ground, among the withered reed roots, green shoots burst out of the ground, exuding vitality and quickly pulling out branches. However, there is always a kind of uneasy feeling in the abundant vitality.
Danger emanates.
Wan Qiuqing held the three-foot blue-and-white sword in his hand. He stood there with a calm expression and did not move. It was not until the strong wind blew up, the thunder reached the top, and the green and fragrant fragrance that he waved the three-foot blue-and-white sword.
A sword slashed out and the wind stopped.
The two swords were slashed out, and the thunder was destroyed.
Three swords were slashed out, and the green withered.
Immediately, he turned around and kicked to the right back. With a loud bang, Fang BuTong's body flew backwards from the center of Fang BuTong's chest like a falling meteorite.
"It's all bells and whistles!" Wan Qiuqing snorted coldly, and floated out. The next moment, he appeared behind Fang BuTong, with the blue and white sword thrust out, without any light or brilliance, and unremarkable.
But Fang BuTong's hair suddenly exploded all over his body, as if he had been stung by a scorpion. He screamed and dodged. At the same time, he slapped his hand on his waist, and with a swipe sound, a silver soft sword was drawn in his hand, blocking with dazzling light.
Wan Qiuqing's blue and white sword.
Crack!
The two swords clashed together, making a sharp impact that was heartbreaking. A roar of sword energy erupted from the place where the two swords collided, like strong winds and waves rushing in all directions. The reeds on the ground instantly turned into powder.
Even the ground turned into dust.
"Do it!" Qi Changkong looked at the raging sword energy that roared in. His face turned green with fright. He yelled and ran away. This was the power of two half-step powers colliding. He was only at the fifth level of heaven.
, the distance is so close, how can one dare to resist these raging sword energies.
But before Qi Changkong took two steps, he suddenly turned in one direction, grabbed a corpse on the ground and threw it in one direction, then ran to another corpse, picked it up and threw it in the same direction, and then ran to another corpse.
At this moment, Qi Changkong used all his strength and burst out at the fastest speed in his life. He picked up the corpses scattered on the ground and threw them to one place. Then he resolutely stood in front of the corpses, swung his sword and slashed towards
The raging sword energy.
Puff puff
Blood mist erupted all over Qi Changkong's body, and the raging sword energy cut deep wounds on his body. Fortunately, he blocked the sword energy coming towards his vital parts with his sword, otherwise his life or death would have been unpredictable.
"Ahem!" Qi Changkong leaned his sword on the ground and half-knelt on the ground. He coughed violently and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He turned around and said with a sad smile: "We are all good brothers who share life and death. I can't let you die with your body intact."
There are no corpses."
Wan Qiuqing glanced at Qi Changkong from the corner of his eyes, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and smiled secretly in his heart: "Bad boy, I'll teach you a lesson, so that you won't forget to beat me."
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A bloody gash opened on Fang Tong's heart. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise Wan Qiuqing's sword would have pierced his heart.
Click!
While Fang BuTong dodged the sword, the silver soft sword in his hand was not idle either. The sword bent and pierced Wan Qiuqing's throat like a poisonous snake, carrying the power of thunder and lightning.
Wan Qiuqing was unable to return the sword in time, but she did not panic. She stretched out the two index fingers of her left hand, and with a crisp sound, she caught the tip of the silver soft sword that was thrust towards her, wrapping her fingers with light yellow.
As soon as the light, the power of thunder and lightning carried on the soft sword touched the pale yellow light wrapped around her fingers, strangely enough, it was extinguished instantly like fire meeting water.
boom!
Fang BuTong was whipped out by Wan Qiuqing again. A cracking sound was heard coming from his ribs, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.
"Why?!" Fang BuTong shouted angrily as soon as he stabilized his body, "Why can your earth power break my thunder and lightning power?!"
Just now, Wan Qiuqing's three swords broke through his three-domain attack of wind, thunder, and wood. He didn't think about it. He could only guess that Wan Qiuqing's three swords seemed ordinary, but in fact they contained powerful swordsmanship secrets. But this time
He felt it so clearly that Wan Qiuqing broke through his thunder and lightning power with just a little bit of earth power.
You must know that the destructive power of thunder and lightning and even the power of Yang Zhi is stronger than the power of all other elements, so how could it be broken by a little power of earth? Could it be that the power of thunder and lightning he perceived was fake?
"Because you are too weak." Wan Qiuqing sneered. Before he finished speaking, he pounced on Fang BuTong and thrust out the blue and white sword, but it was still unremarkable.
In fact, every sword strike by Wan Qiuqing was ordinary in Fang BuTong's eyes. It was just that the angle was a little tricky and the speed was a little too fast. It was purely based on the power of the sword move and lacked the power that a half-step might have.
But what puzzled Fang BuTong was that for some reason, every time Wan Qiuqing struck with an ordinary sword, his combat instinct told him that this sword was extremely dangerous.
Combat intuition was honed through life and death battles, so although Fang BuTong was puzzled, he did not dare to doubt his combat intuition and could only dodge in panic.
"Am I weak? Haha, I stepped into the Nine Heavens at the age of thirty-five and achieved half-step to greatness. Am I weak?!" Fang BuTong heard Wan Qiuqing say he was weak, and couldn't help laughing angrily, while dodging Wan Qiuqing's blow.
The sword moved, and his counterattack with the power of thunder and lightning was once again silenced by Wan Qiuqing.
"You only entered the Nine Heavens at the age of thirty-five. Thank you for having the nerve to say it. At the age of thirty, I became a master of half-step sword slashing. So in my eyes, you are simply weak." Wan Qiuqing said, Sanqing Sword
He slashed back with a hiss, leaving a bloody gash on Fang BuTong's left shoulder that was deep enough to show the bone.
"You fart!" Fang BuTong jumped back, distanced himself from Wan Qiuqing, and cursed loudly at the same time: "When you were thirty years old, you went everywhere to learn embroidery from others. How did you get the kung fu to be able to slay with half a step?"
"" Wan Qiuqing couldn't help rolling his eyes and said: "It's not easy to check so clearly. But this does not change the fact that you are weak. You see, you were beaten like a grandson by me."
"I'm not weak!" Fang BuTong's veins popped up on his forehead and he roared hysterically. He tried his best to deny that he was weak, but his roar seemed weak because, as Wan Qiuqing said, he was beaten as hard as his grandson, and even more so now.
I was so unbearable that I didn't dare to let Wan Qiuqing get close to me.
"For a half-step expert like you, I can hit ten with one hand. You are too weak. Find a place where no one is and hide anonymously. Don't embarrass a real half-step expert." Wan Qiuqing
Realizing that Fang BuTong seemed to be very disgusted by others calling him weak, she decided to use her venomous words to see if she could drive this guy crazy.
This chapter has been completed!