Five hundred and thirtieth chapters a hundred miles of breeze
Seeing that Bu Qingchen and Xuexi were no longer a match for Fang Xiu, everyone couldn't sit still. The strength shown by Fang Xiu was indeed very strong. Every move, every drink, every peck, showed his domineering demeanor.
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Huang Tengda and Soul Thousand Blades originally just wanted to plunder the formation from the side, but they didn't expect the situation to collapse instantly. Bu Chenchen and the two who had sworn before were now beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back. Within ten moves, they were already about to be defeated.
Well, the situation is precarious.
At the beginning, the two of them spoke eloquently and almost killed Fang Xiu. If they had not been careless, they would have gone back to recover. But now, the situation has completely reversed.
The faces of Huang Tengda and Hun Qianren are not good-looking, but they are their own people after all, so now they can only kill them together as a team of four.
"You two are really too weak."
Fang Xiu waved his hand and said with cold eyes. Bu Chenchen and Xue Xi were so angry that their faces were livid, but who would have thought that this guy would be so strong after not seeing each other for several months? This is outrageous.
"Thief! Stop being so arrogant and risk your life!"
Huang Tengda is full of divine power and majestic weapons. The elder of Shangqing Palace has good strength, even if he is half a Martial Emperor, there is still a gap.
"If this son is not destroyed, both humans and gods will be angry!"
Hun Qianbian narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a sinister smile.
Four figures approached Fang Xiu directly, and their ferocious momentum was evident.
Spears shot into the sky, swords fell into the world, attacks were launched layer by layer, killing in all directions.
Facing the pincer attack of four people, Fang Xiu remained calm and unhurried. The Tyrant Sword swept across the world, fighting both sides without any signs of defeat. The King of Martial Arts was perfect. As long as he was not the real King of Martial Arts, Fang Xiu was confident that he could defeat him.
Four people are still not enough to shake him!
Even Soul Thousand Blades and Huang Tengda, who had half-stepped into the Martial Emperor realm, could not suppress Fang Xiu's attack.
The encirclement attack of the four people seemed to be turbulent and seamless, but Fang Xiu broke it with one sword, without any fancy. The Six Paths of Hegemony Sword Art finally showed the domineering power it should have step by step. Fang Xiu's previous strength was completely insufficient.
, the mighty power of the Six Paths Hegemony Sword Art cannot be displayed, but now Fang Xiu, the King of Martial Arts, has gradually become a real strong man, not to mention emerging in the Eastern Wilderness, except for all the real six-star sects.
Besides, Fang Xiu has nothing to fear.
"Funeral style!"
Fang Xiu was extremely powerful, and the gray sword energy was like the dark clouds burying the sky. It crushed down and the faces of the four people became extremely ugly.
Defeat four generals with one sword!
Facing Fang Xiu's momentum, Huang Tengda finally felt the tense atmosphere. This Fang Xiu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was no longer the down-and-out boy he used to be.
"Shangqing Treasure Seal!"
Huang Tengda formed seals with both hands, the divine court was calm, his eyes were sincere, and the seals were changing, like a pagoda of green light, destroying everything, striking out forcefully, using all his strength, rushing forward, looking at death as if he were home.
"Thousand-Soul Demon Hunter!"
Soul Thousand Blades charged forward, not weaker than Huang Tengda in the slightest. The black-gray palms, like the pen of a god, created afterimages one after another, keeping pace with Huang Tengda.
The divine seal on the left and the devil's claw on the right, two-pronged approach.
"Thunder strikes the sky!"
The thunderstorm in Fang Xiu's palm shook with thunder, rolling like a tide, and the roaring sound resounded through the clouds.
The Nine-Kill Thunder God Technique is unstoppable. At this moment, Fang Xiu's power has reached its perfect expression. His Eternal Supreme Body is fully firing. This is also Fang Xiu's first full-scale battle. It can be said to be hearty. The four of them are fighting under him.
In front of them, there was absolutely no power to fight back. Thunder penetrated the sky and the earth, and the valley storm roared. The expressions of Huang Tengda and Soul Thousand Blades changed greatly, and their whole bodies trembled. The Nine-Kill Thunder God Technique directly crushed them, a trump card that the two of them were proud of.
, in Fang Xiu’s opinion, not worth mentioning.
"Break it for me!"
Fang Xiu's eyes were cold and stern, like a glaring King Kong with the Nine Kills Thunder God Technique, breaking the sky with one hand!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four of them retreated one after another, Huang Tengda and Hun Qianbian were the first to bear the brunt, their tendons and veins were severed, while Bu Qingchen and Xuexi were even more dying, with despair on their faces.
Fang Xiu's cold eyes were as cold as frost, his long hair was dancing wildly, and his deep eyes were like an unparalleled king, dominating the world. The heavy sword in his hand cast a cold light that was breathtaking.
"It seems that the so-called Shangqing Palace and Wanhun Sect are just a bunch of rabble."
Fang Xiu said lightly, and the eyes of the four people were filled with fear.
"I am the official residence of a famous family in the Shangqing Palace, Fang Xiu. If you dare to kill me, the Shangqing Palace will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth."
Huang Tengda's face turned green and red, and he stared at Fang Xiu with a stern look. His legs were no longer in control, his meridians were broken, and he was already in a mermaid posture.
"Shangqing Palace? The official residence of a famous family? Haha, it's really ridiculous. How can you, a group of sanctimonious people, qualify to call yourself the official residence of a famous family? How are you colluding with the Wanhun Sect and colluding with monsters? In your eyes, do you still have justice and orthodoxy?
I think I have nothing but profit. Today, I will teach you a lesson. Everyone must die, whether it is the Shangqing Palace or the Wanhun Sect. Whoever stands in front of me will die. I will never be alone.
, one person can eat enough and the whole family will not be hungry. If you want me to die, you will have to pay the price. If you get angry, I will kill you all one by one and remove you from Parrot Island!"
Fang Xiu spoke word by word, full of coldness and severity.
"Fang Xiu, you will definitely bring retribution, and our Wanhun Sect will never let you go. Just wait to die. I will wait for you on the road to hell."
Hun Qianbian's eyes were filled with hatred, but he was more open-minded than Huang Tengda, because he knew that Fang Xiu would definitely not let them go. Instead of dying in shame, it would be better to die generously, not to mention sacrificing himself for the sake of others.
Zong, at least he must die calmly.
Fang Xiu sneered. In his opinion, the people in the Shangqing Palace were even more villainous, while the Wanhun Sect had saved the last trace of their dignity. The so-called incompatibility between good and evil was nothing but lies. They
They are just a group of people selling dog meat under the guise of justice in heaven and earth.
"Lao Mo Fang! You will suffer retribution sooner or later."
Huang Tengda subconsciously stepped back, but found that he could not move at all. The opponent was approaching step by step, and their eyes only showed fear.
"We, the old demon, stand upright and will never bow our heads and beg for mercy just to survive. I am waiting for retribution and waiting for you to be hunted down by the Shangqing Palace and the Wanhun Sect. But today, you must die."
Fang Xiu raised his sword and swept it across. The sword energy was like frost, and the sword light was hundreds of meters long. It tore the bodies of Huang Tengda and four people in an instant. The blood filled the air and turned into blood mist. At that moment, Fang Xiu's
His eyes are becoming more and more indifferent.
"After watching for so long, if you don't come out, I'm going to leave."
Fang Xiu smiled slightly, raised his head, faced the void in the distance, and spoke softly.
"That's right. They actually discovered my existence. It seems I was not careful."
In the distance, a man in a green robe slowly walked over. His hair was a little disheveled, he was tall and mighty, with a touch of decadence, but his eyes were as sharp as flies.
Fang Xiu's eyes gradually narrowed. The man in front of him with a big sword on his back had a hint of dejection in his youth. He didn't look like a young swordsman, but more like a weather-beaten Canglang man. However, he was still so melancholy, as if
Tulips in autumn.
Fang Xiu could feel that this person was very strong, definitely a warrior at the level of Emperor Wu, and that big sword was extremely cold.
"You were very moral. You just watched the battle from the sidelines and didn't make a sneak attack."
Fang Xiu smiled, leaning on his sword and looking at each other.
"They don't deserve it."
The man in green robe had an indifferent look on his face, and there was a scar on his face that was neither deep nor shallow, which was shocking.
"You don't deserve it either."
The arrogance of the man in green robe is just like his eyes, which are arrogant and full of domineering, like a high-altitude god looking down on all living beings.
In his life, he only obeyed one person, and that was Su Tiankuo.
Fang Xiu laughed dumbly. This guy was really confident, but he was not sure of winning. It would not be easy to face him.
Victory or defeat is unpredictable.
"Many people have said this, but I am still the one who survives to the end. I am very curious as to who asked you to come. You don't look like a killer, but more like a wandering drunkard.
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Fang Xiu frowned. The man in green robe was aloof, withdrawn, bohemian and unkempt, which made him somewhat unpredictable.
"You are not worthy of Xiaoyu."
The man in green robe shook his head, narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Xiu.
"Whether I'm worthy or not is not up to you. I didn't expect that Yipintang would value me so much, and even send experts at the level of the Martial Emperor."
Fang Xiu burst into laughter, but this man was actually very interesting because he was very crazy. He was definitely the first crazy person Fang Xiu had ever met.
"Of course, I don't deserve it either."
The man in green robe smiled mockingly to himself, and the melancholy in his eyes became a little more melancholy. Fang Xiu could see that his eyes were also full of admiration for Xiao Yu.
"Do you know Xiaoyu?"
Fang Xiu said in a deep voice.
"Before you. In my eyes, she is like my sister. Whoever dares to hurt her, I will cut him into pieces and crush his bones into ashes."
Baili Qingfeng said lightly, and he was the Qingpao who kneeled under Su Tiankuo.
Compared with his name, Qingfeng Ruya, he prefers his original name, Baili Rentu, because he was accompanied by Xiaoyu in those years. Baili Qingfeng is the name Xiaoyu gave him, and he hopes that he will always be like this.
Like a breeze, elegant and elegant.
"Then you must be very good to Xiaoyu. Is she okay?"
The fierce look in Fang Xiu's eyes gradually receded.
"The hall master said that you must die. Xiaoyu doesn't want you to show up for her wedding. In her heart, you are already dead, so just die forever. Only the dead can shut up forever."
The murderous intent in Baili Qingfeng's eyes gradually gathered. Fang Xiu must die. If he didn't die, how could he go back and recover?
"She's fine. She'd be better off if you died."
Baili Qingfeng said in a low voice, his eyes full of complex emotions, including unwillingness, resentment, indignation, and even helplessness.
None of this is important, as long as the hall master says it, he will definitely do it.