Many people could only watch this scene helplessly, because their speed was too slow. There were more than forty people, all staring at Fang Xiu and others with eager eyes. The scene suddenly became very tense.
A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!
Fang Xiu first attracted everyone's attention because he was the weakest, but he managed to grab two golden osmanthus leaves. At this time, naturally some people were unconvinced. Who does Fang Xiu mean? He has two golden osmanthus leaves to himself.
Didn't it push them all to a dead end?
Even Ximen Yuanqing, who had been eyeing it with eager eyes, failed to grab the golden osmanthus leaf. At this time, he was even more furious.
"Boy, you are too greedy. Two golden osmanthus leaves were snatched away by you. Hey, you are looking for death!"
Ximen Yuanqing's eyes were gloomy, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, because he knew that the arrogant Qi Shunyu would have regretfully lost, otherwise, he would not be safe and sound.
If two tigers fight, one of them will die. The missing Qi Shunyu is probably dead on the seventh floor.
Not only Ximen Yuanqing, many people also want to get a share of Fang Xiu's pie, two golden osmanthus leaves, Ximen Yuanqing only needs one, and they will definitely have a chance with the rest.
The name of Huang Quan lives up to its name, who dares to make a mistake in front of him? The strength of the white-browed old man is unfathomable, and no one dares to provoke him. The man in green robe and Hu Feifei join forces, but the man in green robe is the strong king of martial arts.
, and most of the people drank it up.
Only Fang Xiu is the weakest. In other words, this is not the treasure he deserves. If the dove occupies the magpie's nest, he must be killed to seize the golden osmanthus leaves.
Shi Yuting and another Half-Step Martial King are also facing the covetousness of many people. Of the thirty or so people, almost 90% are Half-Step Martial King. The remaining few are also at the Great Perfection of the True Martial Realm. Who is not?
For example, Fang Xiu is stronger?
He has gained so much that it has aroused public outrage.
"Then try and see if you have the courage. Qi Shunyu is dead. Anyone who wants to be his second one can just come over!"
Fang Xiu stood up and shouted in a deep voice. For a moment, some people did become silent and stopped. Half of the people knew about the battle between Fang Xiu and Qi Shunyu, but Qi Shunyu disappeared forever. The result has been
It's obvious.
Some people are afraid of Fang Xiu. Although his strength is only at the late stage of the True Martial Realm, there is An Seqi who is at the True Martial Realm next to him, so he has to be careful.
The fight for Jin Guiye was particularly fierce. The Half-step Martial King became the biggest victim. Fang Xiu was already being targeted by Ximen Yuanqing. There were also several people who were not afraid of death, cheering for him behind Ximen Yuanqing.
If you cheer and try to kill Fang Xiu, you can get a golden osmanthus leaf.
The white-browed old man took his time. After eating the golden osmanthus leaf, he jumped up and fell into the Qinghua Pool. At that moment, many people were looking forward to it, wondering whether the golden osmanthus leaf was a real talisman of life and death that could protect them.
It was safe, but after the old man with white eyebrows settled down, his extremely comfortable expression made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the old man with white eyebrows was not lying. This golden osmanthus leaf was indeed the talisman of life and death for entering Qinghua Pool.
Huang Quan followed closely behind, and after making sure there was no danger, he ate the golden osmanthus leaf and jumped into the Qinghua Pool. The two of them walked in tandem, attracting everyone's envious eyes.
Ximen Yuanqing stared at Fang Xiu closely, which made him even more confident and determined to snatch the golden osmanthus leaf from Fang Xiu's hand.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine, then I will send you to the West. If you don't know what is good or bad, you don't deserve to have this life and death talisman."
Ximen Yuanqing put away his feather fan and pointed it directly at Fang Xiu with murderous intent.
Hu Wei and An Seqi were also ready to fight.
"I only have two golden osmanthus leaves here. You two, go grab the last one. That Half-Step Martial King should not be your opponent."
Fang Xiu whispered.
"Okay! Take care of me, big brother. Ximen Yuanqing is good at using double hammers, so be careful!"
An Seqi nodded towards Fang Xiu.
"Since you can defeat that guy Qi Shunyu, it's quite interesting. Get out here!"
Ximen Yuanqing snorted coldly, his folding fan flew up, his vitality vibrated, and he was full of fierceness, like a magic weapon.
Fang Xiu raised his sword and stood up. The Tyrant Sword faced the difficulty and came out with a sharp edge that was unparalleled.
Ximen Yuanqing's face changed. He didn't expect Fang Xiu's magic weapon to be so terrifying. He wouldn't know it until they fought. He was shocked once they fought. Such terrifying momentum completely made up for Fang Xiu's weak strength, and his physical strength
He is also unparalleled in bravery. With a sword in hand, he is invincible in the world.
As soon as the two sides fought, it was a thunderous battle. Ximen Yuanqing held a folding fan and wanted to oppress Fang Xiu. It was completely nonsense. The power of the Tyrant Sword scared many people around him to tremble. They asked themselves,
Can they themselves be able to resist these tyrannical swords sweeping across them?
The answer is no. No one can resist Fang Xiu's Tyrant Sword. It is as sharp as air and vibrates. Ximen Yuanqing is fighting every step of the way. The confrontation between the two should have been one-sided, but Fang Xiu just relied on his strength.
His strength at the late stage of the True Martial Realm disappoints everyone.
He was so strong, with one man and one sword, like a divine weapon descending from the sky, Ximen Yuanqing had no temper at all. King Wu, a strong man, also went all out.
"Isn't this guy too perverted? Is this still the true martial arts realm?"
"That's right, I have never seen such a terrifying True Martial Realm. Even the strong Martial King can fight, and he can still walk around like this."
"It's really an eye-opener. Fortunately, we didn't rush forward first, otherwise, tsk tsk... the consequences would be disastrous!"
"Who says it's not the case? It seems that Qi Shunyu was really defeated in his hands."
"I hope Ximen Yuanqing can kill this guy, and then we can get a share of the pie. Otherwise, there are only eight life and death talismans. Whether you can enter the Qinghua Pool to cleanse your essence and change your physique depends on this time."
The battle between Ximen Yuanqing and Fang Xiu attracted many people to watch. This battle was their last hope.
Ximen Yuanqing was forced into a panic by Fang Xiu's sword power. The Tyrant Sword moved forward bravely. The sword was like a storm, fierce and fierce, unmatched.
Holding a drum, urn, and golden hammer in his hand, Ximen Yuanqing roared like thunder. The fair-faced young boy just now turned into the violent young man he is now, with a giant hammer flying across the sky and full of domineering power.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The hammers fell one after another, the color of the sky and the earth changed. In the golden palace, a strong wind blew, and Fang Xiu held his sword in the clouds, making clanging sounds.
One was a razor-sharp heavy sword, and the other was a powerful golden hammer. When the two clashed, the people next to them were so frightened that they could only stagger back, their vitality was shaken, and the aftermath was billowing.
Fang Xiu was also extremely excited. The two were fighting against each other. Although Ximen Yuanqing was more annoying than Qi Shunyu, his fighting power was not that of a vegetarian. He wielded a heavy drum, urn, and golden hammer, which cost a lot of money.
There is a lot of energy, and Ximen Yuanqing, who pursues all-out efforts, never retreats at all, and his charge is unstoppable.
Soldier against soldier, strong against strong!
This kind of fierce battle is quite fierce. The more Fang Xiu fights, the more excited he becomes. This kind of battle is his favorite and can constantly inspire himself. However, this kind of battle also consumes a lot of money on both sides. The Eternal Supreme Body
Integrated with the Tyrant Sword, huge power slashes out at an angle, and the storm gathers.
The tip of a needle is equal to the wheat awn, half a catty is equal to eight taels.
On the other side, An Seqi and Hu Wei also took the lead and rushed forward. The half-step martial arts master was speechless. In an instant, more than 20 people swarmed over. They thought they had grabbed the treasure and could get away with it without any fuss.
He entered the Qinghua Pool without hesitation, but what followed was an endless battle, and even a desperate pursuit.
A person's power is limited after all. Although he is very strong, a good tiger cannot fight against a group of wolves.
The scene before him was absolutely unfriendly to the guy who had snatched the Talisman of Life and Death.
An Seqi almost felt like she was in no one's presence. After all, there were not that many powerful Martial Kings. She was the only one who still had the ability to clone herself. The rest were all half-step Martial Kings. After a life-and-death battle, she
Completely at the top, coupled with Hu Wei's thunderous charge, he directly took the absolute initiative.
The man in green robe smiled slightly and looked at Hu Feifei.
"He is also quite resistant to me. The two of us are just the product of the sacrifice of family interests, but I will never accept my fate. Although this boy looks afraid of me, he is also a stubborn master in his heart. Moreover,
More stubborn than me."
Hu Feifei chuckled.
At this moment, Hu Wei didn't want to be left behind at all. Even if this person was the one he loved, he didn't want to be a burden to An Seqi. The Storm Ax entered and exited three times. Among all the Half-Step Martial Kings, almost no one could
Blocking his steps, the two men used all their strength to sweep through thousands of armies. Their combat power was astonishing, making people afraid to look directly at them. In the blink of an eye, the Talisman of Life and Death was within easy reach.
Seeing that Hu Wei was about to grab the last life-and-death talisman, more and more people fell to the ground, blood flowing freely, but they still refused to give up and continued to move forward. Only the living can move forward.
Fang Xiu and Ximen Yuanqing had a very exciting fight. The two were almost evenly matched, but Fang Xiu's combat power was not matchable by Ximen Yuanqing. The combination of the Eternal Supreme Body and the Tyrant Sword was a perfect match for the King of Martial Arts.
A strong man is also unambiguous. He is mad and domineering. He charges forward and never flinches. He holds a Tyrant Sword in his hand and wants to compete with God. He is majestic and majestic.
Ximen Yuanqing, who thought he was full of confidence, has his hands cracked and his eyes are facing each other. How can he be willing to lose?
"Let's see how long you can last! Fang Xiu, I'm going to smash you into meatloaf."
Ximen Yuanqing was filled with rage. He was a strong martial arts king and had countless dead masters under his command. However, he faced a boy in the True Martial Realm and couldn't defeat him for a long time. You can imagine the anger in his heart. He beat the drum and the golden hammer.
There were not 10,000 dead souls, but 8,000. This was his invincible weapon, but he still failed to capture Fang Xiu.
Absolute power means absolute strength, but when faced with Fang Xiu's Tyrant Sword, his own drum, urn, and golden hammer were like sparks hitting the earth. Their anger exploded, injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging himself eight hundred, but they were unable to do so.
No matter who.
"It just so happens that I don't have the time to play with you anymore."
Fang Xiu sneered. His combat power continued to rise, and his control over the Tyrant Sword became more and more pure. He was confident and full of pride. At this moment, it was time to end the battle.
"Kill the enemy, kill the enemy!"
Fang Xiu mobilized the power of the soul in his body, and the warmth shrouded Ximen Yuanqing in it. The terrifying soul was like a black cloud pressing down on the city. Ximen Yuanqing looked horrified, but was indifferent because he could not avoid it.