Chapter 710 Chapter 718 Chapter 719 You are so rampant under a sword
Chapter 710 Chapter 718 719 How long will you be arrogant under one sword strike?
Inside the main hall on the top of the reef.
Fang Bailan sat on the high platform with a solemn treasure, lowering her eyes and meditating. Like the clay-embodied Bodhisattva, she never opened her eyes. The one who received Guanzhu Zhang was Zhao Zhu'er. The two of them sat casually drinking tea and chatting.
Zhang Wenfeng was worried and asked: "It is said that a newly promoted fifth-level man named Qu Weichi from Nanyuan Continent is clamoring to show Fang Bailan some color. Are we playing right into the opponent's face by going on an expedition to Nanyuan Continent with such great fanfare?"
What's your plan? Can Fang Bailan deal with one of the fifth-level ones?"
Even though he was far away from the war, with Zhuang Yu's help and many friends, he was still well-informed.
The total number of fourth-level monks currently able to fight in the East and West Continent far exceeds that of the Nanyuan Continent. However, the Nanyuan Continent’s monks occupy complex geographical advantages, and with the addition of a fifth-level master, the future of this battle is uncertain.
He actually didn't want to start a war with Nanyuan Continent so soon.
Zhao Zhuer whispered: "The upper limit that Fang Bailan can use at present is only 50% of the normal fifth-level strength. It is still possible to bluff people, and the secret will be exposed in a real fight with a fifth-level master."
She was telling the truth. Seeing the viewer looking at her, he seemed very puzzled as to why she was so anxious to promote this big battle. She blinked her eyes and said: "Fang Bailan has recently cultivated a magical power, so she can just use those two
Let me give it a try, maybe I can convince Qiu Wen and Qu Weichi to agree to the three continents sitting down for peace talks?"
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: "I don't believe your nonsense. You and I, the shopkeeper, are not even telling the truth now. Forget it, since you are sure that you can deal with them two, I feel happy and relaxed. Originally, I was thinking
Help you hold one down."
"Thank you shopkeeper for your kindness. It's too dangerous to hold down a fifth-level person. It's better not to do it. Just help me protect the law when the time comes. For the rest... I hope there won't be a big melee."
Zhao Zhu'er smiled, but there was a seriousness and uneasiness hidden in her smile that was too thick to melt away. She stood up, walked around, and whispered:
"I am a little selfish and want to broker peace talks between the three continents. If things can be done, which is great, I can get a lot of luck from heaven. It will be helpful for me to advance to the sixth level in the future. Take precautions.
We must consider the long term. Shopkeeper, you and I stand together, and we will be able to share some benefits after the matter is completed. As for whether it is more or less, it depends on how much face God will reward."
After careful consideration, she revealed a little bit of her heart.
Zhang Wenfeng fixedly looked at Zhao Zhuer, who had become somewhat unfamiliar. He had far more long-term considerations than the Earth Protector and the others. They were both people from more than 500 years ago. He really didn't expect that Zhao Zhuer promoted the peace talks between the Eastern and Western Continents for the first time, and
This is the purpose behind the big thing I want to do this time.
His spirit is unparalleled, far beyond that of a man.
The war and peace of the three continents, according to Zhao Zhuer's wishes, can be guided as she wishes. I am secretly glad that Zhao Zhuer is not a war madman, otherwise it will be a catastrophe with a loss of lives and a bloody storm.
He had strangely agreed in his heart that Zhao Zhuer could influence the war in Nanyuan Continent.
Although I don’t understand where Zhao Zhuer’s confidence comes from?
How will one deal with two fifth-level masters at that time?
You Mengchang, who was hidden in the water-gathering bead, said through his voice: "I just used my mental calculations to figure out that this woman who didn't attract my attention before is very capable. I can't even break through her 'appearance'. What a powerful woman."
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Zhang Wenfeng warned the old man Mengmei not to offend Zhao Zhuer. Although he had a close relationship with Zhao Zhuer, he still had to have a sense of boundaries and could not be arrogant.
Zhao Zhu'er had already glanced at his left wrist and probably noticed You Mengchang, but didn't say anything.
After chatting for a while about the arrangements, Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye and went out.
I met Tu Kun, Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao, Monk Fayuan, Baili Chun, Zhou Fushi, Rong Shuzhi and others, and had a great conversation. Everyone either passed on messages or made insinuations, asking to find out what senior Fang Bailan had.
Can the trump card deal with the fifth-level masters of Nanyuan Continent?
Fang Bailan has told Dong and Xi Continent quite frankly that they will not miss this opportunity again. She is sure that she can deal with the two fifth-level masters of Nanyuan Continent, but don't expect her to massacre the fourth-level masters of Nanyuan Continent.
As a monk, and missing this opportunity, she has been in seclusion for a long time, and she is too lazy to care about the life and death of the Eastern and Western Continents.
Everyone was itching to get some accurate information from Guanzhu Zhang.
Zhang Wenfeng is very proficient in pushing hands, but he is also confused. How can he help everyone solve their doubts?
Without getting the answer they wanted from Zhang Guanzhu, Monk Fayuan, Bai Lichun and Chen Qingqiao left in a hurry. They wanted to continue to work with the people in charge of the Western Continent to communicate the battle plan for the Nanyuan Continent, including various plans.
, details, etc.
Senior Fang said that they use many methods to deduce the authenticity and the probability of winning.
It's a pity that when it comes to the direction of the continent, they have limited manpower and can't calculate any clues. They can only rely on the instinct of the magicians. It seems that they may be able to believe it once. At least, they don't want to lose an opportunity.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Nearly sixty fourth-level monks, and more than 300 third-level monks from the East and West Continent, set off in a mighty manner.
According to Senior Fang's wishes, he did not take the expensive traveling cloud boat, talisman boat and other magic weapons.
Zhang Wenfeng accompanied Zhao Zhu'er, who looked delicate in her white dress, and the two occasionally laughed and chatted in a low voice. They followed Fang Bailan, who was wearing a curtain and hat and was silent, flying south, high above, surrounded by monks holding the moon in their arms.
We rested on the island for one night on the way, and in the morning of the next day, we flew over 30,000 miles of sea and arrived at the offshore of Nanyuan Continent.
A black and clearly arranged team of monks flew out from Nanyuan Continent.
The two sides faced each other fifty miles apart.
"Fang Bailan, come out to speak. You are a very courageous woman. So what if you get in front and fight me? If I don't give an explanation today, you guys will not be able to come and go."
A man who looked like an iron tower held a mountain-cutting sword on his shoulder and shouted loudly in front of the formation.
A little further away, there was an old man in black robes with a goatee. He half-squinted his eyes and allowed the big man to provoke him. He made it clear that he was watching a good show.
Fang Bailan slowly flew out from above the array of monks from the east and west continents, followed by Zhao Zhuer and Zhang Wenfeng.
More than three hundred monks fluttered their sleeves like clouds, and everyone bowed their hands in salute.
It looks quite spectacular from a distance and has an extraordinary atmosphere.
"I've met fellow Daoist Qu, and I've met fellow Daoist Qiu. Fang summoned the two of them in advance to discuss the matter. I wonder what they think about it?"
"Haha, Fang Bailan, are you not awake? Are you bringing so many people here to negotiate with us? Are you trying to use the strength of the crowd to force us to agree to peace talks, so that the three continents can live in peace from now on?"
The strong man from the iron tower sneered, causing a chorus of laughter and laughter. The man stabbed the door plank with a big knife in front of the door to demonstrate, and shouted unscrupulously: "Fang Bailan, don't say that there are so many things, we will see the truth. If it's true,
Being able to win me..."
"how?"
Fang Bailan cooperated and asked.
"Then let's fight Daoist Brother Qiu again. If you win both games, we can sit down and talk. I am quite reasonable, hahaha."
The man from the Iron Tower shook the big knife in his hand and laughed wildly, causing the air waves in the air to vibrate, and there was laughter and agreement again. The sea water below was surging, and there were monsters floating around.
Although the man behaved arrogantly, his eyes were like knives. He glanced at the man and woman who followed Fang Bailan in the queue, and even scanned the crowd behind carefully, in case there was a fifth-level master hidden among them.
Both parties have their own sources of information.
How could Fang Bailan boast of being able to sail the Wannian Ship carefully and deal with the two of them in Haikou?
The Iron Tower Man made up his mind to have a few fights with Fang Bailan to find out the true nature of that woman. When he gets to the bottom of it, Mr. Qiu will launch a sneak attack to help him get rid of Fang Bailan together.
After most of the expeditionary monks from the leaderless Eastern and Western Continents are wiped out, from now on, won’t all the Eastern and Western Continents be captured?
A big deal delivered to your door, so what if you take a little risk?
There was still no emotion change in Fang Bailan's voice. She put her right hand into the back sleeve of her left hand and said slowly: "Swords and guns have no eyes, and weapons are ruthless. Why should you, Daoist Qu, be so persistent in seeking death!"
As the word "death" was decisively spoken, the air seemed to freeze with ice.
Fang Bailan lifted up her sleeves, revealing a plump snowy arm like a white lotus root. The slender fingers of her right hand had penetrated into the flesh to grab something, and pulled it out firmly. It was a thin short sword embedded in the flesh of the arm.
It's sharp, and when it rubs against the white bones, it makes a harsh and harsh sound, and it's dripping with blood.
Zhang Wenfeng's eyelids jumped, and he resisted the palpitations of turning around and fleeing far away. Zhao Zhu'er had leaned her whole body against him, holding his arm tightly through the sleeves, using so much force that her pink face turned red, as if she was
He used his strength for Fang Bailan who was drawing the sword.
"You are talking too much and pretending to be a ghost!"
The man from the Iron Tower was not one to be intimidated. He snorted coldly and charged fiercely at the woman who was drawing a sword thirty miles away with a huge machete. She was too far away to use her attack power.
Still about ten miles away, Fang Bailan finally pulled out the thin bloody blade.
She took the time to hold the edge of the sword with her left thumb and index finger, leaving a trace of strange moisture on the blade, as if it was invisible.
Fang Bailan waved his sword and beheaded the vicious man who was grinning "Jie Jie" ten miles away.
The foot-long dagger reflected the sunlight, and was as red as blood. As the sword slashed down, the face of the man from the iron tower changed drastically. He had already noticed the strange power of this sword.
It was so evil, his mind and soul were locked by this sword, and he had no other choice but to take it hard.
"Hell, your uncle's..."
The wind and clouds in the sky were turbulent, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the increasingly bright sword light, the wind assisted the sword and the sword borrowed the power of heaven, and the sea water roared like boiling water, surging.
Zhang Wenfeng stared closely at the sword that caused the strange phenomenon in the world, and calmly supported Zhao Zhuer who was hanging on him.
The killing blow of one sword is comparable to the power of heaven.
He didn't know how Fang Bailan did it. Logically speaking, that corpse could only exert 50% of the strength of the fifth level. How could it be possible to kill... with a sword that even the fifth level would have to run for its life!
His position and angle were just right so that he could see the whole picture, and he could see that Fang Bailan was quite unfamiliar with using this sword. It seemed that it did not belong to Fang Bailan's own power?
"Lao Qiu, Boss Qiu, please help our brother..."
For the first time, the Iron Tower Man felt that the giant sword in his hand was in the way. It was too heavy and affected his speed of escaping. He could not throw it away and go into battle lightly. He did not hesitate to run away from the distance. The sword was still gathering momentum.
As if there was a gap in the formation of thunder, he shouted at the old man in black robe who turned around and ran away.
The old man in black robe fled into the chaotic crowd of monks behind.
The crowd was like a god of plague, hiding in the direction where the man from the Iron Tower was running, for fear that if he was contaminated, he would be attacked by the mighty sword of Heaven. Even if there was only a little aftermath, they would not be able to withstand it.
The tower man cursed loudly and sped up towards the coast.
A line of sword light roared down, stretching for dozens of miles.
"Boom", the sea water sank, and an earth-shattering storm swept across. Many monks who were fleeing for their lives were like dumplings, falling to the sea. They were so frightened by the sword that they were dizzy, and their blood surged. Some of the weak ones even suffered
A minor shock.
A straight ravine was carved out on the land a hundred miles away by the force of the sword.
The iron tower man who bore the brunt of the attack had almost no scum left.
The old man in black robe named Qiu Wen was already frightened and couldn't even think of fighting against him. He cursed bitterly in his heart that the dead ghost had done a lot of harm to others and left a mess. The woman had already promised that she could beat them all one by one.
Two tough guys, so confident and without any real skills, dare to go out in full force to die?
He blended in with the crowd and fled to the west for his life. No one wanted to go to Nanyuan Continent. He just wanted to save his life now.
"Friend Daoist Qiu, should I ask you to run a hundred miles before drawing your sword, or should you sit down and talk with me?"
Fang Bailan's unhurried voice came from the air, instantly suppressing all the noise. The voice was absolutely intimidating to everyone's ears.
Qiu Wen almost cried. All the monks who spotted him moved out of the way, leaving him nowhere to hide.
He had to bite the bullet and fly to a high place. In a short period of time, he could not escape hundreds of miles away. He shouted: "Fellow Daoist Fang, Qiu is willing to negotiate, it is because of Qu Weichi's rough embryo that was chopped with a knife."
The interference almost ruined the peace talks between our three continents. Thank you Daoist Fang for giving Qiu another chance."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Fang is not an aggressive person. Considering the lives of the three continents, it is the general trend to stop the war."
Fang Bailan said casually, and slowly inserted the thin blade with the faded blood in her hand into the open skin of her arm. The harsh friction sound sounded to everyone's ears, and it was very different from the previous experience.
Most of the fourth-level monks are guessing that there is a small heaven and earth weapon hidden in Fang Bailan's arm.
Only in this way can one sword strike a hundred miles and kill a person of the same level with ease.
Some people are even speculating that the sword is so powerful that it can even kill a sixth-level master?
The monks from the Eastern and Western Continents, especially all the monks from the Western Continent, looked at the mysterious figure with fluttering skirts in the sky, with a hint of fanaticism in their eyes, because that was the pride of their Western Continent.
There are also many monks who feel a little regretful. Since Senior Fang has drawn his sword, why not take the opportunity to kill Qiu Wen?
So many of them swarmed up and caught all the monks from Nanyuan Continent who had gathered together. They would never have any future troubles and would be unhappy.