Betting on the magical power of 'sword control' also has flaws.
After all, the pressure of his three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns can only spread to a thousand meters, and it will be unsustainable.
Both are great masters, and the other wields the sword with his heart, and his body will not be too far away!
It is undoubtedly unwise to fight with the flying sword. You must find the enemy's identity!
If you lose the bet, it doesn't matter.
It is better to die chasing the scenery than to do nothing in the previous life!
My own white tiger aura spreads, and the spiritual intensity of all the creatures contained in it is vividly visible.
"No, no, no..."
Fang Xian quickly distinguished and started to move.
At this time, the flying sword in the sky fell again.
"Ho ho ho!"
The three-eyed evil-striped white tiger roared at the flying sword.
The ripples visible to the naked eye rolled, making the flying sword in the green light seem to slow down a little.
For masters like Fang Xian, this tiny bit is the boundary between life and death!
He walked like a dragon and a tiger, cooperated with the [Dongxuan Eye] to observe the trajectory, and kept dodging, and his body became dripping with blood.
"Huh? Found it!"
While moving at high speed, Fang Xian suddenly sensed a spirit.
This spirit is extremely vast, far beyond that of ordinary masters. It seems to be connected with heaven and earth, and has an inexplicable connection with that flying sword.
"It is the unity of heaven and man by the great master!"
Without thinking, he rushed towards that location.
"Even if I die, I will drag you with me!"
Fang Xian's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he was about to fight to the death.
But at this moment, the flying sword in the sky suddenly accelerated its speed, stopped attacking, and landed in that position.
"Are you rushing to protect the master? Is there any flaw in this sword-controlling technique? For example, I can't move when I'm using it?"
Fang Xian's eyes brightened: "I'm just telling you, how could there be such terrifying magical powers in this world!"
"What a great White Tiger Star Lord. I'll see you again in the future."
In a tree hole, the swordsman jumped out and left quickly with an astonishing speed.
"He is faster than me..."
Fang Xian chased for a while and then stopped: "It seems that today, there is only one great master coming to suppress the battle. He is not sure that he can kill me... Next time, I will definitely call Zhifan together, and maybe there will be a trap...
"
"It's a pity that I have this opportunity today. If the monk Zhifan comes here, he might be beaten to death by me..."
If the sword moves lightly, the movement must be fast, but if you practice hard skills, the movement must be slower.
The great masters of the Brahma and Taoist families are no big deal. There are only two of them in total. In the future, they will probably be enemies. If you kill one of them, you will count them all!
If you can't leave one behind today, you will most likely end up being treated like Madman Chu in the future.
He suddenly stopped to deal with the wounds on his body and sighed secretly.
This is him.
If it were Yu Longjiao and the others, every one of them would be beheaded by a flying sword, no luck!
…
East of the Baiyun Mountains.
A large camp.
The flags covered the sky and the sun, and the soldiers' camp was clearly a camp for more than 100,000 troops.
Among them is a dragon flag, fluttering in the wind.
This is the location of the camp where Emperor Yuanwu of the Kingdom of Yuan Dynasty conducted his own expedition.
Outside the main tent of the Chinese army, Zhou Banxian, the former staff member and now the national advisor, stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes slightly: "The military spirit is at its peak, and the dragon spirit is in charge. We will be invincible here. Yuanwu will dominate the world, and the old Taoist Fu Longting's
Taoism has become..."
He had secretly seen the strength of Damo Kingdom and found that he was completely vulnerable to Yuanwu Kingdom.
As for today's grandmaster battle, the six major sects have a high chance of winning, and besides, there are two branches of the Brahma Dao that are holding the battle.
"What is the general trend? This is the general trend!"
"Destiny lies with Yuanwu, and the general trend lies with me!"
Zhou Banxian wanted to laugh heartily, but suddenly he had a sudden impulse and thought of an arrogant and domineering figure from behind: "Baihu Xingjun, you are so unwise, you made a wrong step..."
At this moment, a messenger rushed over: "Sir... the pigeons on Baiyun Mountain are delivering the message."
"Oh? Is there a result in the Grandmaster War? It's time to move westward."
Zhou Banxian smiled and opened the information, his hands suddenly trembling: "Side sect's victory? Suspected grand master? Not good...I have to see His Majesty...ask him to hurry up..."
Hoho!
At this moment, a chaotic sound suddenly came from the northwest corner of the camp.
"An enemy is attacking the camp!"
The entire camp suddenly seemed to come alive.
The generals and lieutenants were in armor and urging their subordinates to prepare for war.
There were even martial arts masters affiliated with the Yuanwu Kingdom who performed light kung fu and flew towards the battlefield.
As one of the largest countries in the mainland, Yuanwu's army has a strong military spirit, is well-trained in peacetime, and remains calm in times of crisis.
"How dare the Lord of Damo Kingdom attack the camp? I underestimated him... But if all the peripheral rangers are dead, how can we report after they reach the camp?"
The original second prince, now Emperor Yuanwu, was dressed in golden armor and walked out of the tent surrounded by many people: "Beat the drum and destroy all the enemies!"
"According to the order!"
The sound spread far and wide.
Emperor Yuanwu narrowed his eyes in contentment.
But not long after, various battle reports came quickly.
"Your Majesty, the Feihe Army has been breached and suffered heavy losses!"
"Your Majesty, General Zhang Feihe died in battle, and eighteen members of the royal family died in battle..."
"Your Majesty, the enemy has defeated the front camp, please retreat to the rear camp quickly!"
…
"I won't leave!"
Emperor Yuanwu looked pale: "Who is the enemy?"
"Only one person!"
"It's Lord White Tiger Star... Fang Xian!"
"It's him!"
Zhou Banxian was shaken.
At this moment, there was a panic ahead.
He saw... a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns visible to the naked eye. It was like a demon god coming to the world, rushing left and right in the army. The black and red patterns on its body had an evil and twisted feeling, which made everyone who saw it feel confused.
My eyesight went dark.
Within a thousand meters of the white tiger, ordinary soldiers fell down like wheat. Occasionally, a few strong-willed soldiers seemed to have turned into clay sculptures and stone sculptures, completely unable to move.
'Ordinary great masters would not dare to attack an army of ten thousand by one person, but I do!'
Fang Xian's steps were very fast, and anyone who dared to stand in front of him would be punched to death.
'I have the White Tiger Dharma to suppress me. Within a thousand meters, ordinary people will faint immediately. The warriors below the Grandmaster will be greatly weakened, and there is no fear at all!'
Moreover, after becoming a great master, he has reached the pinnacle of martial arts training.
Ordinary people's swords and even bows and arrows fell on him and flew away with a flick, unable to hurt him at all.
The combination of various factors resulted in such a brilliant result.
The power of one person can defeat ten thousand armies!
There is even a dragon flag in sight.
"Protect the Emperor!"
Amidst the loud shouts, an old eunuch with a feminine temperament and a group of innate masters rushed out.
"Hmm? Grandmaster? It's a pity that he's a little weak..."
Fang Xian took a step forward and opened his big hands: "Tiger-shaped God Claw!"
The white tiger in mid-air absorbed a lot of blood light, making it appear thicker and more agile, and then pressed down with a claw.
puff!
In an instant, the master of the royal family's secrets exploded into blood mist.
Fang Xian took another step and snorted coldly. All the war horses fell to the ground in fright, foaming at the mouth.
"Emperor... still want to run?"
He stopped in front of Emperor Yuanwu and Zhou Banxian, with a half-smile on his face: "The grandmaster is defeated, I'm here to get what I deserve."
"I can issue an order to make Damo a country that will not be conquered."
The former second prince took a deep breath and said.
"It's a pity that I just want to take your life today." Fang Xian sighed quietly, and with a flick of his finger, this emperor, who was the most powerful and ambitious emperor in the continent, was found dead in a different place.
"No...impossible. The emperor has the aura of a true dragon and is destined to die. How could he die?"
Zhou Banxian looked pale, as if the emperor's death had given him a huge blow.
"Supernatural power is no match for karma, so go ahead!"
Fang Xian shook his head and struck out with a palm...