......

It's rare for Fang Zhengcheng to be so enthusiastic about a battle that barely has much chance of winning, and part of the reason for this is because it feels so good to splurge.

And the more reason is because his opponent is Nangong Hao.

Many people can't understand this feeling, but if you explain it in layman's terms, it's actually easy to imagine, for example, if you bully a nameless gangster on the street and win, do you have a sense of accomplishment?

Of course there is, but not too much.

But what if this is a famous hero in people's minds? For example: the East must be defeated, the West Gate does not blow snow, and the pot can be washed......

Nangong Hao, a person who became famous four years ago and was tacitly regarded as the number one talent in the world by the people of the Great Xia Dynasty, pressed himself down to a whole realm.

But he can't stand up to himself here, in front of tens of thousands of soldiers?

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to say that he didn't want to cut a few more swords, it was unlikely.

But......

Just when he was slashing in full swing, he felt a chill on his head pressing down from above.

"Sneak attack?!" Fang Zheng subconsciously raised his head, after all, this is almost a subconscious idea for a professional sneak attacker.

However, he didn't find anything.

If he really wanted to say it, he saw a ray of sunlight, the sunlight shining from the sky, some bright, some faintly dazzling.

Then he felt an extremely sharp tingling sensation in his chest.

Like a needle, and like a sword.

In fact, what Fang Zhengcheng didn't know was that when he looked up, a silver light had actually reached his chest.

The sword of star worship, of course, cannot make people feel the chill in advance.

In other words, when you feel the chill, in fact, everything is already over, because the sword has already pierced out, as for the chill......

It was the oppression that came after the sword was pierced.

Fang Zhengzhi sensed the sneak attack, but he couldn't avoid this sword, because this sword was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

......

The coldness of killing rose at this moment, and it spread out unscrupulously, and the originally dusty field suddenly seemed to be condensed, and a little bit of dust instantly stopped, which seemed a little weird.

But if you look closely, you can see that every grain of dust is covered with hoarfrost, which is no longer dust, but frost.

On the cliff of the Wind Valley, Yun Qingwu's eyes quietly looked at the dust that suddenly turned completely white, her pink lips opened and closed gently, and her slender fingers were slightly clasped, as if she was saying something.

However, even the man in black closest to her could not hear a sound.

Of course, the reason for this has something to do with the fact that Yun Qingwu's voice is too quiet, but more importantly, their eyes are now fixed on the area that has turned white.

From condensation, to frost falling to the ground.

This process did not take too long, but for Yun Qingwu, it was a wait, an extremely long wait.

In fact, from the moment the star worship disappeared, she was waiting.

Waiting for this sword to really fall.

Right now......

This sword fell, between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, more precisely, this sword fell on Fang Zhengzhi's chest, everything was as she guessed.

So, does it mean that it's all over?

The frost, falling like raindrops on the ground, made a soft crackling sound, very soft, it was almost inaudible.

Compared to the sound of frost falling to the ground, the talents breathed a little louder.

Of course, they didn't see the light that fell from the sky, but when that light fell between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, it was impossible for them not to see it.

The chill enveloped the land, and likewise, shrouded the hearts of the talents.

They didn't know where that light came from, and they didn't know why that light came from, but they vaguely knew that it was not a good thing to fall such a light in this dangerous southern region.

"Fang Zhengzhi!"

A voice rang out from the crowd, a voice that was a little cold, but the tone was extremely anxious.

Unlike the shock of others, when Yan Xiu saw this light falling, the only thought in his heart was, how is Fang Zhengzhi?

......

Fang Zhengzhi didn't know what Yan Xiu was thinking now, if he knew, he would definitely answer, not very good, and moreover, very bad.

In fact, Fang Zhengcheng has always had a philosophy that is different from that of people in this world.

That is, if you can not get hurt, try not to get hurt, if you can not fight, try not to fight, so when both of these tries come to naught at the same time, you ask him next to him, okay?

Actually, the answer doesn't need to be answered at all.

Fang Zhengzhi had seen star worshippers, so when a figure appeared in front of his eyes, and the figure still had a bright red magic eye on its forehead, the only thing he could do was ......

"Worship the stars, I'm grass Nima!"

Fang Zhengzhi rarely scolds such vulgar words, and under normal circumstances, he will choose a more elegant scolding method, such as turtle sun, second force, and so on.

But this time, he really felt that the only thing that could express his emotions was this most vulgar and insulting sentence.

Then, a stream of bloody arrows erupted from his mouth.

Bright red blood sprayed into the air like mist, and then slowly fell on a snow-white ground, on which several bright red "flowers" were printed.

The person who has the same mood as Fang Zhengcheng is a star worshipper, because, he also wants to scold people now, of course, this sentence is a bit problematic, more precisely, star worship is a demon.

For humans, demons are evil and alien.

But for demons, demons are noble, and they are the natural masters of the world.

So, for noble demons, they rarely scold people, at least, in general, they don't scold people, at most, just kill.

But the worship of the stars does want to scold now.

Not only because Fang Zhengzhi insulted his mother very bluntly, but even more because he obviously stabbed Fang Zhengcheng with this sword, but Fang Zhengzhi didn't seem to be dead yet?!

Of course, the sword of Star Worship did not pierce the air.

Even though this sword stabbed a little harder than he imagined, for example, when his sword stabbed Fang Zhengzhi's chest, the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand suddenly appeared in front of his sword for no reason.

For another example, a crystal clear sword pierced the side of his sword, making him feel for a moment that the sword did not belong to him.

But none of this is difficult to worship the stars.

After all, his sword was stabbed.

Picked away the sword that was blocking Fang Zheng in front of him, and stabbed forward with the sword that Nangong Hao stabbed from the side, and the blade of the sword was not a trace off.

But just as his sword stabbed Fang Zheng's chest.

But he felt a hardness, a hardness that did not belong to the human body, a metal, a metal so hard that it could hold off his sword.

But Fang Zhengzhi is only wearing a leopard print animal skin coat?

And where does the metal come from?

Unless, Fang Zhengzhi still has a soft armor on his body, a soft armor that is enough to save his life.

Of course......

No matter what the reason was, it had become a fact that the sword of Xing Bai did not stab Fang Zhengzhi to death, and it was a fact that he had to admit.

Nangong Hao's eyes looked at Baixing, he didn't look at Baixing's face much, nor did he look at the sword in Baixing's hand, he only looked at the bright red magic eye on Baixing's forehead.

So, his sword struck again.

Without hesitation.

Unlike when he treated Fang Zheng, his sword was no longer silent, but with a low and thunderous sword groan.

It was a dragon groan, a dragon chant that erupted after being suppressed for a long time.

The surrounding frost seemed to be inspired at this moment, condensing towards the Wuwei Sword in Nangong Hao's hand at an incredible speed.

Eventually, it turned into a chill again, a cold chill.

"Groan!"

......

Bai Xing always knew that Nangong Hao was very strong, but when he saw this sword, there was still a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Because, he could feel that Nangong Hao's sword, even him, had to resist it with all his might.

"Boom!"

Bai Xing's body quickly retreated ten steps, and finally, he stood still, looked at Nangong Hao, and then at Fang Zhengzhi, who was standing beside Nangong Hao.

He had always thought his sword was fast.

However, until today, he didn't know that under the reincarnation realm, there was another person's sword as fast as his sword, and that person's name was Nangong Hao.

If it weren't for the sword that Nangong Hao stabbed from the side, Bai Xing would have been confident, no matter how hard the soft armor Fang Zhengzhi was wearing, he would definitely be able to pierce it.

Of course, this is in the past.

The sword that Bai Xing thought was impossible to fail was blocked by Fang Zhengzhi's sword, and was stabbed by Nangong Hao's sword from the side, and finally protected by the soft armor on Fang Zhengzhi's body.

I have to say......

This blow is a bit big for the star worship.

Especially under the gaze of Yun Qingwu and the three deputy capitals of the Ten Domains of the Demon Clan and dozens of Star Domain elites, this is actually no longer something that can be described with the word face.

Well, to make up for this failure.

Bai Xing decided to kill Fang Zhengzhi, and by the way, kill Nangong Hao again.

......

The sword in Nangong Hao's hand has always pointed at Bai Xing, but his eyes did not fall on Bai Xing's body, but on Fang Zheng's body.

When the worship star appeared, Nangong Hao knew that the so-called martial arts test had actually been temporarily stopped, and if he guessed correctly, the war in the entire Southern Region should have already begun.

Then, of course, his sword could no longer be pointed at Fang Zheng.

"You go first!" Nangong Hao's voice was not loud, but his tone was extremely firm, but when his gaze fell on the leather coat that was torn apart by a sword on Fang Zhengzhi's chest, and the silver metallic luster exposed inside, his expression was still slightly surprised.

Of course, he knew the power of Baixing's sword, and he also knew that even if his sword touched Baide's sword, it would only cancel out some of the strength.

As for accuracy.

But it hasn't changed from beginning to end.

From this point of view, what really blocked the sword of worshipping stars was naturally the silver metallic luster revealed by Fang Zhengzhi's chest, the mirror-like luster.

"She really took that thing...... Gave him ......"

......

Fang Zhengzhi actually wanted to leave, but he knew that he couldn't go, because Bai Xing's sword had always been aimed at him, and it was a sword that almost killed him.

After scolding the star worship, he felt a little relieved.

The kind of pressure after being attacked by someone has subtracted a few points, but it is almost impossible to say that the anger in my heart has dissipated.

If it weren't for the consciousness of the Traceless Sword that forcibly turned his hand around, if it wasn't for Nangong Hao's sword at the critical moment that offset the power on the Star Worship Sword, if he didn't have the heart goggles sent by Chi Guyan on his body, or if the Sword of Star Worship wasn't stabbed at his heart......

He's dead.

At least, it is impossible to stand as strong as it is now.

Fang Zhengzhi actually rarely fights some battles that he is not too sure of, for example, he knows that the star worship in front of him is the strength of the reincarnation realm.

However, for some reason, when a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, there was a kind of anger burning like a flame in his heart.

The anger seemed to come from his hands.

Or rather, from the Traceless Sword in his hand.

It's just that what he didn't notice was that the mouthful of blood he spurted out was slowly condensed by the Traceless Sword at this moment, and slowly merged into the purple mark on the tip of the sword.

The strange purple began to slowly spread across the Traceless Sword.

This feeling made Fang Zhengzhi a little uncomfortable, but his eyes had slowly glowed with a faint purple meaning, and the light flowed.

And at this time......

A bright red light appeared in front of his eyes, it was a blood-like light, different from the coldness in the silver light just now.

This kind of cold comes from the cold of hell, and there seems to be a bloody smell of blood.

Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously turned his head.

Then he saw a shadow, a shadow that was almost completely wrapped in a bright red light, and in addition to that, he saw a pair of eyes glowing red.

"Yan Xiu?!" Fang Zhengzhi had seen Yan Xiu use the Shura Dao, but he had never seen Yan Xiu use the Shura Dao like he was now.

This is not because of how different Yan Xiu's current appearance is.

Rather, momentum.

It was a momentum that came from within, and that feeling was not that Yan Xiu was using the Shura Dao, but that the Shura Dao was dominating Yan Xiu, or rather, Yan Xiu was the Shura Dao!

"Die!" Yan Xiu's mouth let out a cold sound, his eyes became almost red at this moment, and the mountain and river Qiankun fan in his hand was wrapped in a layer of bright red like crystal.

It was a kind of red that looked crystal clear, but it was full of murderous intent. (To be continued.) )