The man in gray squealed again, his eyes were surprised, and he changed his moves again, slashing Fang Che with a powerful and heavy sword like a ball, and then slashed towards Fang Che's neck with the light of the sword.
Fang Che's body kept stumbling, but he kept using the most embarrassing posture to draw the sword perfectly, protecting himself, and counterattacking. Moreover, every move of the counterattack was flawless. It seemed that he made that embarrassing posture on purpose.
The cooperation is average!
The man in gray was completely surprised: This was the first time in his life that he had encountered something like this!
This kid... is so awesome!
Surprised, the knife was drawn faster and faster!
I want to see if this kid has any limits!
Ever since the first blow, Fang Che was put at a disadvantage!
The sword flashed.
Flying.
Fang Che worked hard to support himself, relying on the Heavenly Sword Technique, and constantly gained new insights under the oppression of the other party.
But it was unable to cope with the opponent's huge attack.
Especially the other party's terrifying power made him feel like he was driving a small sampan on the vast ocean from the very beginning.
The violent waves are coming from the soles of your feet, from the top of your head, and from all directions!
Can't stand at all.
He held his breath, said nothing, and used every move as he saw it. Although his body was swaying this way and that, he had a perfect sword style. No matter how his body was swaying, he could execute the sword perfectly!
Block every killing move of the opponent!
Blood spurted out from the mouth continuously.
Fang Che felt that what he was facing was no longer a person, but a mountain, a sea, a piece of sky and earth!
With a clang, he blocked the opponent's knife from slashing his neck, and counterattacked his Dantian.
With another clang, he blocked the knife that could cut him in two and stabbed the opponent's heart.
again……
The man in gray on the other side became stronger and stronger, and Fang Che's body kept shaking, staggering, and rolling.
"Two! Three...six...seventeen...nineteen..."
The people in gray clothes kept reporting the numbers.
There was finally a bang, and Fang Che had just found the opportunity to stand up, and when he took two steps back to readjust his posture, the opponent's knife struck straight at him like lightning and thunder again.
Fang Che fought hard to meet him with the knife in his hand.
With a snap, the back of the knife was pushed back and hit him in the face.
The plowing under your feet usually made two deep furrows, and you retreated straight back, the soil rolled up, and you retreated ten feet!
He was panting violently and bleeding from all his orifices.
His eyes were fixed on each other.
When he opened his mouth, thick blood poured out.
He said in a deep voice: "How many moves are there?"
The two remaining pills of Danyun in his mouth melted quietly.
"Twenty-five moves!"
The man in gray looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead person: "Inspector Fang is indeed good, but if your skills stop here, you might as well give up on these hundred moves today."
Fang Che's heart was beating wildly, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he looked miserable.
He said in a hoarse voice: "It's just a hundred moves, twenty-five moves have already passed!"
The man in gray said coldly: "This set of sword skills of yours is indeed good, but this set of sword skills... you have just started to repeat a move. Although you have changed it, repeating it is just repeating it."
"That's why you are so miserable with this last resort."
"If you continue to use this set of sword skills against me, you have no hope. It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible!"
The man in gray's eyes flashed coldly, and said calmly: "And your sword skills are not fully practiced. You can only get the shape, but not the essence! You can fool ordinary people, but you have to deal with masters... Don't you think it's too ridiculous?
Is it done?”
Needless to say, Fang Che himself has already realized this.
At this moment, my heart was filled with disdain.
As expected, Feng Xing is not a person who does big things.
He taught himself a set of Heaven-supporting Sword Techniques and tried to win people's hearts with sincerity, but in the end, he only taught it half-heartedly.
The most important thing is not taught!
"This set of sword skills is just an ordinary thing, just used to get a feel for it."
Fang Che said calmly: "Thank you for being a senior master. You bet on one hundred moves, but you were able to sustain twenty-five moves with an ordinary set of bottom knife skills. I think you have very little experience in the world."
The man in gray clothes smiled instead of being angry: "Hahahaha..."
His voice was hoarse and full of depression, but you could tell that he really felt funny.
Fang Che said lightly: "Is it funny?"
"It's funny! It's really funny!"
The man in gray felt a strange emotion rush into his heart, and he was overjoyed for a moment.
I wish I could rush back right now to find Feng Du who is in seclusion and tell him that your sword skills are actually too ordinary and are only worthy of being tested!
Just thinking about Feng Du's possible reaction makes me feel extremely happy.
He laughed for a while.
Fang Che had no idea what he was laughing at, but the man in gray was laughing, which was a rare opportunity for Fang Che to rest.
Seize the time to circulate the immeasurable mantra and recover the injuries all over the body.
Three more Pill Cloud God Pills were put into the mouth. At the same time, three Heavenly King Pills also entered the mouth. One of the Heavenly King Pills had already begun to melt.
"It's really useless..." Fang Che sighed in his heart.
Originally, when I was in Baiyun Continent, I felt that there were quite a lot of Danyun Divine Pills that could recover immediately regardless of injuries under the monarch level. I only consumed one pill at a time, which was enough for me to fight for my life.
As a result, after arriving at East Lake Continent and improving his cultivation level, the effect of the Danyun Divine Pill was weakened.
When encountering a danger, at least three or five pills will be consumed!
As for the Heavenly King Pill, it goes without saying that I would sometimes take one pill during daily practice, and in order to maintain my spiritual power during battle, I would put two or three pills in my mouth.
Now I see that my inventory has begun to bottom out.
While adjusting your breath, your mind keeps wandering.
Where did this man in gray come from?
If he wanted to kill himself with his true cultivation level, he would have been able to do it long ago.
If the vast sea of spiritual energy that the other party had kept but not released was used, he would have become a puddle of meat!
Fang Che is not a fool. On the contrary, he is much smarter than most people. If he doesn't take action, he may not feel the terror of the man in gray, but after twenty-five moves, if he still can't sense the terror of the other party.
, that would be too unreasonable.
Therefore, this person clearly did not want to kill him.
But the malice towards himself and others is real.
What's going on?
Moreover, the most important point is: although this person does not want to kill me, the knife is deadly. In other words, if he cannot block his knife, he will not stop it at all.
It is inevitable to cut yourself into two pieces with one knife.
so……
Who is this old guy?
He just stretched himself like this, never being cruel, as if he was waiting for something...
So what is he waiting for?
After confirming the fact that 'as long as I block his knife, I will not die', Fang Che is now half relieved.
Half of the reason is because... the opponent's knife is really difficult to block! And if you can't block it, you will really die!
"What a perfect devilish style!"
Fang Che was cursing in his heart.
But naturally it will not be shown on the lips. Not only does it not show, but it also shows a posture of "I have not seen your true intention at all, I have been forced to a dead end by you, and I must fight to the death."
Otherwise, what should I do if the old devil becomes angry?
What lingers in Fang Che's heart now is still "One Hundred Moves!"
He knew very well that the guy across from him was definitely a cruel demon.
If he couldn't block a hundred attacks, he might not die, but An Ruoxing, Ye Meng and the others were destined not to survive!
So what can I do to resist the remaining seventy-five moves?
The Sword of the Sun... has only one move. If you use it repeatedly, you are just seeking death.
The Sky-holding Sword will not work.
The Seven Swords of Blood Spirit are not powerful enough.
Dragon Divine Halberd? It’s definitely not enough for beginners.
The flying knife... is even more ridiculous!
Then, the only ones that can be used are the Underworld and the Hatred Sword!
Fang Che felt that his spiritual energy had been restored. He stood up unsteadily and weakly, and said sternly: "I am just going to die today. It's just a hundred tricks, which is useless. Your Excellency, do you dare to tell me your name?!"
Still testing the other party's attitude.
The man in gray snorted and said: "Come and fight when you recover, no need to pretend. Do you think I can fall for your evil deeds?!"
This was a completely unexpected answer from Fang Che.
Then I heard the man in gray say: "On the road to Huangquan, remember who killed you. My surname is Sun!"
Sun!
An idea flashed in Fang Che's mind. He looked at the other party's zombie-like body covered in gray robes, thought of the other party's incomprehensible actions, and was completely reassured.
It turns out to be you!
After figuring this out, Fang Che figured everything out!
Who is the other party, how did the other party know me, why did the other party come to me, and why did the other party propose this strange bet!
I made up my mind instantly!
"It's not yet certain who will kill whom! Pay attention, I'm about to use my special move!"
Fang Che snorted coldly, no longer hiding anything, straightened his waist, and suddenly rushed out with a fierce murderous aura and a majestic momentum.
In an instant, there was a gust of wind blowing beside him, and the momentum was extremely frightening!
The blade shook and hissed, and in an instant, a transcendent aura of "hate heaven, hate earth, hate the world" emerged spontaneously!
The man in gray cheered up.
Finally forced out this kid's trump card.
This kid's trump card is indeed my Heavenly Hatred Sword!
Fang Che did not use the aura in the divine phaseless jade. That aura was something that even Fang Che would not dare to let out even if he killed him!
Because this divine phaseless jade... originally belonged to the other party.
Then the momentum inside also belongs to the other party!
If the other party recognizes that he cut off the beard... Even if he is the descendant of his Hate Heavenly Sword, Fang Che has no doubt that the other party will cut him in two and snatch the Divine Phaseless Jade back!
But his current momentum, considering his age, is already shocking!
The murderous aura is billowing, and the evil spirit is like a tide. The momentum instantly connects the sky and the earth, and the earth, mountains and rivers move with it at the same time!
The light of the sun, moon and stars seemed to condense on the tip of the knife instantly.
The man in gray clothes opposite is naturally Sun Wutian.
At this moment, I feel the power of Fang Che's hateful sword, and my heart is full of appreciation.
damn it!
Really good practice!
No wonder even Yannan’s old silver coin praised it!
There was a solemn look in his eyes, and he said lightly: "What a good sword style, what is the name of this sword?"
Fang Chesen smiled, and when he moved his feet, it was already like a rainbow, rolling over the ground!
The sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers followed his movements, and they all rushed over at the same time: "This sword is named for killing people!"
The first form of the Hentian Sword Technique.
Hate the sky without eyes!
Attack with all your strength!
No reservations! He looked like he was working hard.
Although he was acting, this was indeed the most powerful, most powerful, and unreserved sword he had ever made since he obtained the Hattian Sword!
The sword light roared, the sky was miserable and the earth was miserable. In a trance, it seemed as if there was a gate to hell slowly opening.
The ghostly atmosphere is dense and moving.
"Well done!"
Sun Wutian held a knife and rushed into the knife net like a moth to a flame.
It seemed like a fight to the death, but in fact, it weakened one's own strength again.
What if this guy is killed during this all-out battle and counterattack?
Rumble...
The two collided.
The sword light shot out in all directions, above and below the ground, like bombs blooming.
At this moment, the two of them exchanged countless blows.
Finally, two muffled hums sounded!
One of them was fake.
The other one was also fake.
The two of them stumbled back at the same time.
Everyone withdraws from Qibazhang!
Sun Wutian gasped and looked at Fang Che with a look of surprise in his eyes: "What a sword! Twenty-six moves!"
Fang Che's body was in tatters, with blood slowly flowing in many places, but he didn't care, gasping and laughing wildly: "How!? Is this knife powerful enough?!"
A arrogant attitude.
"It's okay, but it's a pity that this is the only thing you can do!"
Sun Wutiandao.
"Hahaha...Old man, you've been waiting for this! I have a trick you can't even imagine!"
Fang Che felt that his strength was recovering quickly.
Knowing that this old devil has shown mercy, this moment is a good time to show off!
With a long roar, he stood up with a divine light on his face. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed in like a whirlpool, and his momentum was once again shocking.
"Old thief! Look at the knife!"
Hatetian Sword Technique, the second style!
"Hateful and unintentional!"
Sun Wutian thought silently in his heart, and with the same roar, he rushed forward.
Next.
A full half an hour.
Fang Che practiced the thirteen movements of the Hentian Sword Technique from beginning to end.
Hate the sky without eyes, hate the sky without heart, hate the sky without mercy, hate the sky without words,
Hate the sky without dreams, hate the sky without hands, hate the sky without a knife, hate the sky without tears,
Hate Heaven without injury, hate Heaven without justice, hate Heaven without justice, hate Heaven without anger,
Hate heaven without death!
Fang Che's performance was extremely stern, his fighting spirit rose, and he burned the sky and destroyed the earth.
But I feel so satisfied!
It's so enjoyable.
Except for this old devil, dealing with others is really not so enjoyable!
This feeling of letting go, this way of fighting completely without any worries!
It is really helpful for improving yourself.
After finishing the sword attack, Fang Che even had more insights in his heart.
This is a feeling I haven’t had in thousands of battles before!
"Thirty-eight moves!"
Fang Che held a long knife in his hand and laughed loudly: "Old Suntou! What do you think?"
Sun Wutian snorted and said: "It's just the power of sword skills. The sword is good, but it's a pity that you can't control it! You can't master the sword skills, and you are limited by your strength. What can you do to me?"
"I can't do anything to you! But it's not difficult to block a hundred of your moves!"
"hehe……"
Sun Wutian waved his knife and said, "Inspector Fang, let me see what else you can do!"
"You don't need any other skills, this set of sword skills is enough!"
Fang Che let out a long roar and deployed the Hatetian Sword again!
All over again!
Sun Wutian was surprised and pleasantly surprised to find that the opponent's sword actually had new changes this time, incorporating new and more momentum!
"This qualification is truly unique to me! Even I couldn't do this back then!"
Sun Wutian was pleasantly surprised.
"Fifty-one moves!"
Fang Che laughed wildly: "How is it? I have a new understanding of my sword skills. If I continue to fight, a hundred moves will be easy. Seniors, we don't have any deep hatred for each other. The promise of a hundred moves is just a joke.
.How about we just give up here? Junior Fang Che, also remember this favor from senior!"
Use retreat to advance.
Sure enough, Sun Wutian rolled his eyelids and said solemnly: "Are you so sure that you can survive a hundred moves? Come again!"
Fang Che laughed secretly in his heart.
He threw a few more Heavenly King Pills into his mouth.
Now that Fang Che is taking this kind of elixir that increases his cultivation and assists his cultivation, he doesn't feel any pain at all!
Because, under Sun Wutian's crazy suppression, the effect of the Heavenly King Pill was almost completely absorbed without any waste!
And along with the battle, Sun Wutian forced out all the impurities!
Two swords can consume one Heavenly King Pill!
And one Heavenly King Pill is enough to increase Fang Che's cultivation by countless amounts!
Sure enough, after the third stab this time.
"Fifty-four moves!!"
Fang Che let out a long roar, shaking the wind and clouds high in the sky.
A new momentum suddenly appeared.
During the battle, he broke through to the ninth level of the Imperial Level!
Moreover, the momentum is still rising, and the cultivation level is also growing suddenly!
It was as if a huge funnel appeared on his body. And the spiritual energy of the sky was pouring into his body through this funnel.
Breakthrough on the spot!
Sun Wutian stood in the distance holding the sword, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart. My Hatian Sword has indeed found the most correct successor!
This time, he didn't wait for Fang Che's breakthrough to be completed before he rushed forward with a knife.
Because he felt that it was too obvious to show off like this...
"Forty-six more moves!"
Sun Wutian roared.
"Well done!"
Fang Che's body rotated in the air, condensed his momentum, and fell from the air in a circle. It was exactly the move of Hentian Sword falling from the sky!
Hate Tian Wu Dao!
So I will make up for it with this knife!
Dangdangdang...
Amidst the continuous collisions, Fang Che somersaulted out, and then the tip of the knife was propped on the ground, and his retreat immediately turned into a charge.
"Hate God for being ignorant!"
In the blink of an eye, the Thirteen Swordsmen of Hattian struck again.
This time Fang Che didn't count.
Instead, with a long roar, three moves were merged into one sword, and five moves were merged into one sword, and they began to bombard wildly one after another!
Rumble...
The surrounding trees were shattered into pieces and floated far away.
Although Sun Wutian suppressed his cultivation, the beating was extremely enjoyable.
Even afterwards I couldn't help but keep cheering.
"Good knife!"
"This is a good move!"
"This move is better!"
“Enjoyable!”
Rolling and rolling, like two earth dragons, circling and fighting in the mountains and forests.
I don't know how long it took.
Fang Che let out a long laugh: "Hahahaha..."
His body flew out, pulling out a large sword, and with a clang, he returned the sword to its sheath.
He smiled and said, "Senior, how many moves have you taken?"
Sun Wutian was stunned for a moment.
He really forgot how many moves he made.
But he also knew it in his heart. One hundred moves? It has been passed long ago!
Frowning and thinking for a moment, one knife after another passed through his heart, and he suddenly raised his head: "Good boy, one hundred and seventy-seven moves!"
Fang Che tidied himself up, with a look of respect on his face, and saluted: "Senior hero, highly skilled, thank you for your advice. This kid has really benefited a lot!"
After saying that, he bowed deeply.
Now that he has survived hundreds of moves, he can no longer talk about the bet. If he does, the old devil will not be able to get off his face.
So this is the time to be polite.
The lower your posture, the more humble and polite you are, the greater your chances of passing the test!
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che indifferently, his gray eyes unblinking. After a long moment, he said: "One hundred moves, passed. You don't need to thank me, you can handle it on your own."
Fang Che said respectfully: "This junior knows what he is doing. It is the senior who gave in intentionally. Otherwise, this junior would have died under the sword of my senior!"
He smiled: "Senior's true strength has not been used at all. I feel sorry for you!"
Sun Wutian thought deeply and said with a smile: "But your strength is indeed impressive. It is rare to have such cultivation and experience at such a young age."
After a pause, he said: "You pass!"
Fang Che smiled respectfully and said: "Then...the antidote..."
"There is no antidote."
Sun Wutian snorted and said: "They were knocked unconscious by me, and they will wake up after a short while."
"ah?"
Fang Che said blankly: "Shocked? Then why didn't this junior..."
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che, smiled, and said, "Who is your master?"
"My master?"
Fang Che was stunned: "Senior, what do you mean?"
Sun Wutian smiled faintly and waved his hand.
Fang Che suddenly felt that the clouds and mountains in front of him were shrouded in mist, and he had entered a strange space filled with clouds and mist.
In front of him was the old man named Sun.
"Senior, you..."
Fang Che showed an appropriately surprised look on his face.
"Night Demon, you used this Sky-Hateful Sword very well."
Sun Wutian stopped beating around the bush and directly called out the word "night devil".
Fang Che acted like he was "surprised" and took three steps back suddenly. He held the handle of the knife with one hand. Then he "came to his senses" and let go of the handle of the knife. He said respectfully: "I don't know... which senior has arrived.
The night demon is terrified..."
Sun Wutian snorted and said: "I am Sun Wutian!"
"You...you..."
A trace of confusion flashed in Fang Che's eyes, and then he suddenly realized: "The Patriarch!"
Then he turned over and fell to the ground: "Disciple... Night Demon, pay homage to the Patriarch!"
Sun Wutian snorted and said: "Since you have learned my Heaven-Hate Sword, you naturally know me! Then who is your master? How did you learn the Heaven-Hate Sword?"
"The Patriarch Rongzhen."
Fang Che said: "This disciple's first mentor is Sun Yuan, the Flying Sword King."
"Sun Yuan..."
Sun Wutian murmured in his mouth, with long eyes, he sighed: "Flying Sword Technique?"
"yes!"
Sun Wutian was in a daze for a while, then said: "Continue talking."
"The younger generation worships the master as his teacher and learns the art, and also joins the sect with the master. The name of Night Demon is the original master and leader..."
Fang Che told what happened that year in detail.
Then it was said that Sun Yuan was plotted to death by the Wealthy Orthodox family. His body was chopped to pieces, and even his head was chopped off by members of the sect. He was hung and nailed to the top of Baiyunzhou City in the cold weather.
Sun Wutian's eyes slowly narrowed, and his ferocious aura was about to come out.