Because, the victory or loss of this battle between Fang Zhengzhi and Nangong Hao was actually doomed long before the two started fighting.

The peak of the Amaterasu Realm is the peak of the upper Light Realm.

Guesswork?

This is the thought of the talents, but it is also Nangong Hao's original thought, he is not arrogant, in fact, he has always been very cautious before fighting Fang Zheng.

But if it is said that Nangong Hao, who has reached the peak of the Huiguang Realm, does not even have the confidence to defeat Fang Zheng, it is also unlikely.

Nangong Hao thought that he might have a fight with Fang Zhengzhi, and he also thought that Fang Zhengzhi could not admit defeat immediately, but would use all kinds of unexpected means to struggle a few times.

However, he really didn't expect that Fang Zhengzhi could struggle for so long!

"What's going on? Could it be that his Origin Power hasn't been exhausted yet?" Nangong Hao finally had a hint of surprise in his eyes after facing Fang Zhengzhi with the eighth sword.

Of course, he knew what kind of way Fang Zhengcheng was fighting with himself, and he also knew what the price to pay for this way.

Desperately?

Can it last?

Of course not, because if you can work hard for a long time, then it is not called desperate, just like the last sprint when running, you can't run from the beginning, right?

However, Fang Zhengzhi is like this now......

From the moment he came up, he began to fight desperately, sprinting, and every sword was shattered, and the power of the sword, which was completely supported by the power of the source, reached such a level, you can imagine how big this consumption is.

It was precisely because Nangong Hao knew this kind of consumption that he was not in a hurry.

He knew that Fang Zhengzhi couldn't hold up a few swords, and he probably guessed what Fang Zhengzhi was thinking in his heart, but it was just to increase his face a little.

Don't want to lose too ugly.

Nangong Hao still understands this, and, alone, Fang Zhengzhi can take the initiative to stand up and fight him fairly, and he doesn't need to suppress the realm.

This has made him face up to the integrity of the other party.

Merely......

Isn't it a little too long?

Moreover, I feel that the integrity above seems to have the idea of continuing to fight hard, sword after sword and sword after sword keep taking the initiative like crazy, it feels like it's not desperate, it's more like a kind of venting, a hearty venting.

"How can this be?" Nangong Hao was a little incomprehensible, he had experienced the Amaterasu Realm, and he knew how much the origin power of the Amaterasu Realm was, so even if Fang Zhengzhi was exaggerated, it couldn't be too much, right?

This is what Nangong Hao thinks in his heart.

In fact, he didn't know that Fang Zhengcheng was venting now.

For a long time, Fang Zhengzhi was not a profligate person, after all, he did not have a family background that made him spend a lot of money.

But this time, he found that he had something else to splurge.

That's a sea.

A sea made of the power of the source.

With just one sword, you can squander all the source power that fills the entire small world, what kind of refreshing feeling it is, I'm afraid only those who have really experienced it will understand.

One sword, one world, another sword, another world.

Fang Zhengzhi can only say one word.

Refreshing!

The ocean of the small world was churning, boiling, like evaporation, constantly emitting white mist, filling the sky again and again, and just after replenishing, it was squandered by Fang Zhengzhi.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't know how many swords this sea would need to disappear completely, but he vaguely felt that it shouldn't be a problem to hold out for at least half an hour.

Although, it seems that there is no way to defeat Nangong Hao, but if she can fight with Nangong Hao for half an hour, does that girl in Pingyang still dare to laugh at herself?

Fang Zhengzhi felt that this possibility was almost zero, which also made the corners of his mouth subconsciously raise a smile, which looked a little strange in the dust.

And what he didn't know was that while the ocean in his small world was boiling, the big tree in his small world was also faintly changing, and the tender green leaves were growing rapidly from the branches, and the fruits that were on the trees were slowly changing.

From the initial plain and unpretentious, it began to become a little faint lines, those lines include mountains, water, flowers, grass, trees, and snowflakes......

Of course, the biggest change is the purple fruit.

Originally, there were lines on the fruit, but now, under the influence of the white mist that evaporated from the ocean, there was even a faint brilliance flowing on the surface of the fruit.

......

Fang Zhengzhi played very highly, and the squandering was even more refreshing.

This naturally made Nangong Hao's expression more and more surprised, because he even had a faint feeling that the power of Fang Zheng's sword seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Though......

The change is very small, almost negligible.

Still, he felt it.

"If you really suppress the realm in the Amaterasu realm, can you win?" Nangong Hao looked at Fang Zhengzhi who was constantly waving his sword in front of him, and asked this question for the first time in his heart.

All along, Nangong Hao has never questioned the path he has chosen, because the path he has chosen has been summed up after countless thoughts and countless materials.

That is the straightest path in cultivation.

Just as he could remember, it was a reason to give up the "Blue Technique" and choose to cultivate the "Dragon Martial Qitu", of course, his thoughts were different from those who were afraid of the difficulty of the "Blue Technique" and did not dare to choose.

He chose the starting point.

A more appropriate starting point.

Cultivating "Dragon Martial Qitu" first, and then practicing "Qinglan Jue", this is Nangong Hao's choice, a choice that has never been mentioned to anyone in the family.

Including, his younger brother Nangong Mu.

Nangong Mu chose "Qinglan Jue", what is the purpose, of course he knows, and he has tried to stop it, but Nangong Mu insists, then, the only thing he has left is to support.

This includes that as long as Nangong Mu takes the exam, he will not participate in it, and as long as Nangong Mu wants the honor, he will not fight or grab.

Even, more than once, Nangong Hao said to Nangong Mu in his heart: "Brother, after my brother fully grasps the essence of "Dragon Martial Qitu", he will definitely unlock all the bottlenecks of "Qinglan Jue" for you and help you become holy!"

This is Nangong Hao.

A Nangong Hao who does not seek fame, does not seek profit, and only pursues the righteous path of cultivation.

However, now, for the first time, he began to doubt the righteous path of his cultivation, and the source of this doubt was Fang Zheng.

Compared to Nangong Hao's surprise.

The surrounding talents were now completely dumbfounded, and they were guessing again and again in their minds how long this battle would last.

Five moves, six moves, eight moves?

Half a pillar of incense?

A quarter of an hour!

All right......

Why has it been a quarter of an hour now, and it is not over yet, and it is still Fang Zhengzhi who keeps taking the initiative to fight with Nangong Hao.

Why the hell is that?!

They can't figure it out, and they can't figure it out, so they can only stare blankly, motionlessly, and can't even say shocking words.

......

When the talented men and tens of thousands of soldiers watched this shocking battle in amazement, they didn't notice that there was also a group of people standing on the cliff of Wind Valley.

There, it used to be the place where Yan Xiu slashed several demons with one sword.

At the feet of the group of people, there was a mark like a sharp sword, but the group of people obviously didn't care, and it seemed that they deliberately stepped on that trace.

The person standing at the front of the group was a woman, a woman in a plain white dress, who could not see her face clearly, because her face was covered with a silk scarf.

But even so, she still can't hide the kind of temperament she has.

It was a temperament as unearthly as a snow lotus, especially when she stood on a cliff full of frost, and this temperament added a quality of standing proudly in the cold wind.

The breeze blew, blowing a corner of the silk scarf on the woman's face, revealing the woman's beautiful and alluring appearance, pink lips, with the amazement of purple and red, slightly opened, which can be seen......

The woman's expression must have been one of surprise.

Somewhat similar to the woman's surprise was a group of men dressed in black behind her, except that the expressions on their faces were noticeably more exaggerated.

On the left hand side of the woman, there was also a figure whose whole body was covered by a black cloak, slightly thin, with eyes like stars and eyebrows like swords.

The most striking thing is that there is a magic eye on the figure and forehead, a bright red magic eye.

He is the commander of the ten domains and star fields of the demon race, worshipping the stars.

Then, the only person who could stand next to him was the young master of the demon clan, Yun Qingwu.

"Out of three hundred and eighty-eight kinds of Dao, there are actually three hundred and eighty-eight kinds of Dao?! I didn't expect that this Fang Zheng's potential would be so strong!"

"At the peak of the Tianzhao Realm, you can fight with Nangong Hao at the peak of the Huiguang Realm for more than a quarter of an hour, this talent, I'm afraid I can't find a second person in the human world, right?"

"Young master, this son can't stay any longer!"

The eyes of the men in black revealed shock, their lips opened slightly, and they made extremely small sounds, but no matter how small the voices were, they still couldn't hide the shock in their hearts.

Yun Qingwu didn't speak, just watched quietly, her eyes flashed with a faint brilliance, no one knew what she was thinking, and similarly, no one dared to disobey her orders.

Because......

She is the favorite daughter of the Demon Emperor, and she is the young master of the Demon Clan.

"Young master, is my sword taking Nangong Hao's life, or is it taking the life of Fang Zheng?" Bai Xing's fingers moved slightly, and a touch of starlight circulated between his fingers.

He was waiting, waiting for Yun Qingwu's decision.

Of course, he didn't have to wait, because he had already had a plan before he came, but after seeing this scene, the plan changed a little.

"Whatever you want. Yun Qingwu finally spoke at this time, her voice was a little indifferent, but after she said this, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

It's just that this hesitation was quickly suppressed by her.

There isn't much reason for that.

is also because she is the young master of the demon clan.

"Thank you, young master!" Bai Xing nodded, he didn't say that his subordinates understood as usual, or answered yes, but used the word thank you.

This answer may sound a bit out of place.

However, this is indeed what the star worshippers say, and none of Yun Qingwu and the men standing behind Yun Qingwu and the men in black feel that there is something wrong with what the stars say.

Thereupon......

A starlight slowly lit up.

It was a light like a star, like a thread, not too bright, but it contained a kind of coldness, a killing coldness.

Worshipping stars, being able to stand out among the demons and take the position of the capital of the ten domains, of course, is not based on nepotism, but on real strength.

His strength comes from his calmness, as well as his loyalty, and another, that is, the person he wants to kill, and no one has ever lived again.

Of course, what happened last time in the Canghai Realm was an exception.

Because, the person he met was a country away from the country.

It was not only the demons, but even the Southern Regions, the Northern Barbarians and other places who wanted to kill people, but Xingyuan was still alive, and he often went out to fight in all directions.

Therefore, it can't be blamed for worshipping stars, but only for punishing distant countries.

But this time was different.

The opponent is not Xing Yuanguo, but Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, and moreover, they are two Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi who are pouring their hearts and souls into fighting to the death.

The peak of the Amaterasu Realm, the peak of the Huiguang Realm, such a strength is not too low in any force, and if you add the young age, it will be greatly valued.

However, what happens when they are confronted with the star worship of the reincarnation realm?

If this is still alive, then it is impossible to call star worship.

The silver light rose from between the fingers of the worshipping star, and slowly rose into the sky, it was a light that almost connected with the sky, and the moment that light rushed into the sky, the worship star on the cliff of the Wind Valley also disappeared.

It felt like he had never been on the cliffs of Windy Valley, or rather, he had been the vanishing light from beginning to end.

......

The attention of the talented men is now almost all on Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, and the eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers are also on Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi.

Yan Xiu's fingers pinching the mountains and rivers were a little pale, that was excitement, that was also nervousness, and in those emotions, there was a hint of joy.

Very mixed emotions.

However, it was precisely because of this emotion that it was impossible for him to notice a silver light falling from the sky.

In fact, not only Yan Xiu didn't notice it, but Wu Feng, Chen Feiyu, and even Teng Shisheng didn't have it, and it was impossible to notice it.

Because, since the silver light fell from the sky, it has disappeared.

It's not really disappearing, it's the news of blending, at least, when your eyes occasionally look at the sky, all you can see is the sun in the sky.

The same is light, but the difference is that one is warm and the other is cold.

A light mixed with the sun's falling sunlight in the sky fell with a kind of coldness, falling between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, who were fighting desperately in the field. (To be continued.) )