Fang Tianqi felt a strong wind blowing beside his ears, and then his eyes flashed, and the circular magic circle he had seen not long ago appeared under his feet.

He said in his heart, "No!" Then he saw Ouyang Song walking out of the darkness, stretching out a hand and trying to grab him!

Faced with such a surprise attack, Fang Tianqi's first reaction was to stretch out his hand to block. But he raised his right arm, but in the end he missed it.

"Oops!" He looked down at the Qimen Formation on the ground, and then realized that Ouyang Song's target was not him at all.

"It won't work to attack in the east or in the west."

Wu Ji's tone was still calm. His eyes remained motionless, but he raised his right hand upwards, and his elbow hit Ouyang Song's folding fan as if it was protruding from the void. It turned out that Ouyang Song had just passed through the Qimen position and reached Fang Tianqi.

He was dazed for a moment, then turned around and attacked Wu Ji.

Although he failed this time, Ouyang Song was not angry. He just smiled and moved his feet. The circular array on the ground flashed again, and the dazzling words on it also started to rotate.

"Qi Men Axis Change?" Wu Ji was slightly startled.

Ouyang Song threw the white folding fan into the air with one hand. The folding fan had no support and, driven only by his inner strength, it actually spun around the two of them.

The Qimen Position Formation is a secret martial arts technique based on the rules of the Qimen Position. It has always been unpredictable and caught people off guard. But now Ouyang Song has superimposed a layer of "axial transformation" on the basis of the Qimen Position Formation.

In an instant, the pattern of the position array changed by thousands.

Wu Ji reacted extremely quickly. Almost as soon as the fan took off, the fingertips of his right hand condensed a wisp of a hundred-color sharp blade. He swung it dizzyingly in the air several times, dodging dozens of attacks from the folding fan, and then turned towards the fan.

He made a wide right stride and dodged Ouyang Song's kick from the left.

Ouyang Song missed with one leg, and quickly dodged. Wu Ji's right hand flicked several white air blades like marbles. He also missed, but he took this opportunity to spin around to the side of Ouyang Song, his face blurred.

He changed his expression and struck Ouyang Song several times with his palms.

Ouyang Song's Qi Men formation couldn't be converted in time, so he had to force it. After taking a few steps back, a few drops of sweat finally fell from his forehead.

"Your Excellency is indeed powerful." He said, while cupping his hands, "This time I have tested your true and false abilities. The person who broke the Nine Continents Heavenly Formation is indeed a rare genius."

"To find out what is true?" Wu Ji smiled, "Aren't you afraid that you will end up trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire?"

"We'll leave right away," Ouyang Song said leisurely, "so don't be afraid."

"Want to leave? Is it that easy?" Wu Ji raised his eyebrows.

Ouyang Song's expression did not change after hearing this, "Then what do you mean?"

"You can't leave." At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted.

Ouyang Song turned his head and saw Jiu Ying walking toward them quickly with a cold look on his face. He then smiled and said, "Miss Jiu, I have always heard that you are a woman with a narrow mind and will always draw a sword to help when the road is rough. Now I see it is true."

...However, I advise you not to get involved in today’s matter.”

After hearing these words, Jiuying looked unmoved and looked directly at Ouyang Song with her black eyes, which looked cold.

"Miss Jiu," Ouyang Song shrugged, "you can't stop me."

"She really can't stop you," Wu Ji said, "How about I keep you here?"

"Oh? How do you want to keep me?" Ouyang Song said quietly.

Faced with Ouyang Song's provocation, Wu Ji calmly said something.

"Armor-piercing position," he said slowly, "seize its side position and shoot through the chest."

"What?" Ouyang Song was slightly startled.

"There is no hope for the position," Wu Ji added. "It is hopeless to lose it, but it is crazy to seize it."

After hearing this second sentence, Ouyang Song's eyes changed slightly, from an inexplicable look at the beginning to a cold look in his eyes. He stood there without saying a word.

Wu Ji saw his expression in his eyes, but his expression was still calm and composed. "Dongfang position," he continued, "showing off his position, Huo Zaidong"

Ouyang Song's face darkened slightly, "I see," he said, "you know the fate of Qimen."

"I know the positioning you just made, every move, every step," Wu Ji said leisurely, "The Ouyang family's Qimen positioning looks nothing more than this."

"You're irritating me." Ouyang Song said slowly.

"Aren't you the same?" Wu Ji smiled, but his eyes seemed to shoot out sharp knives, but the next second, his body suddenly staggered, and his whole body tilted to the side.

This deflection can be said to be at the limit of dodge. While Wu Ji bent down, Ouyang Song's white folding fan had already passed through his waist, scraping off a piece of clothes. Everything happened very fast. While watching the battle,

Fang Tianqi rubbed his eyes in confusion.

Where did that white folding fan fly out from just now?

Ouyang Song raised his arm, and the white folding fan hovered in the air for two weeks, then slowly returned to his hand. He rotated the fan, made a gesture, and then handed the fan to Wu Ji again.

The posture is surprisingly elegant.

Wu Ji did not hesitate. He lowered his head, dodged the fan, and threw a ray of air blade at Ouyang Song. After the fan passed him by, it came back like a boomerang. Wu Ji had obviously foreseen this.

, he lowered his head again, and the fan flew back into Ouyang Song's hand.

Ouyang Song got the fan and fanned it towards Wu Ji's face. Wu Ji smiled indifferently, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, put them to his lips and muttered something silently, and then a white barrier opened in front of him.

Open. Ouyang Song's fan wiped away wisps of white air on the barrier but failed to break through. His whole figure was stagnant.

"Gathering the wind as a screen?" Ouyang Song's expression condensed. Wu Ji did not answer. He flashed and suddenly appeared behind Ouyang Song.

Ouyang Song was startled. At this moment, he swung his fan, but the inertia had not disappeared. He had no choice but to move his feet into the Qimen position formation. As soon as the position formation flashed, he disappeared from the place in an instant.

"Flow back to the position," Ouyang Song teleported to the step position, and a voice floated in his ears, "It's like walking on the ground, but it's still like waves."

Wu Ji stood in front of Ouyang Song, with the inner energy rising in his palms, he slapped Ouyang Song on the chest.

Hit! Fang Tianqi looked at this scene and said excitedly.

But then, he realized something was wrong.

After Ouyang Song was hit, he didn't moan at all, but fell down silently. His body looked soft and soft, with an inexplicable sense of disharmony.

And suddenly a third figure appeared on the right side of Wu Ji.

"Armor-piercing position!" Wu Ji's light-colored eyes turned to the side, and he saw that the figure was Ouyang Song.

He faced Wu Ji, but there was no folding fan in his hand. He just chopped off his leg and said with a slight smile, "Take his side and shoot him through the chest!"

Directly above the two of them, Ouyang Song's folding fan was spinning around the two of them. It was unknown when it took off, and it was unknown how long it had been hovering above their heads.

"How is this possible!" Fang Tianqi cried out when he saw this.

Jiuying was also watching silently. After hearing these words, she suddenly turned her attention to Fang Tianqi.

"That fan," she said, her voice calm and low, "do you remember when you threw it?"

"I don't remember." Seeing Jiuying suddenly asking him something, Fang Tianqi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"That Ouyang Song just now seems to be fake." Jiuying looked forward, his eyes deep and his expression seemed thoughtful.

"Fake?" Fang Tianqi was stunned.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a bell ringing in his ears.

The ringing seemed to have always been there, and it seemed as if it didn't exist at all and was just his imagination. But as he paid more attention to the sound, the ringing became louder and louder.

It was a string of music composed of bells. The tune was an unfamiliar tune, but the style was extremely familiar.

"I know!" Fang Tianqi suddenly understood. He raised his eyes and shouted, "Wuji! Be careful! That's the Ouyang family's Huansheng Bell!"

"I see." As soon as he finished shouting, he heard Wu Ji's lazy voice.

Seeing that Ouyang Song's leg was about to hit, Wu Ji raised an arm at the last moment and blocked the blow. This block was not easy, and Wu Ji was hit by Ouyang Song's "

"Hit the leg through the chest" and forced him to retreat several meters, his boots leaving deep marks on the ground. Ouyang Song handed the fan in his hand and swept towards Wu Ji.

But just as he was about to hit, another figure suddenly stepped in.

"Eh?" Fang Tianqi was stunned.
Chapter completed!