"Buzz!"

The fact appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, and the woman had long hair fluttering. A pair of beautiful eyes are incomparably bright. The jade hand flicked towards the whistling attack. Suddenly, the streamer rushed out. In an instant, this world was filled. Time, as if in this moment, has become extremely slow. All the movements slowed down at this moment.

"Time mood, how is it possible?"

In Zhao Hao's unruly gaze, there was finally a trace of fear. There are many kinds of artistic conceptions, but the regular artistic conceptions of time and space. But it's the hardest thing to comprehend. Can comprehend, all of them are geniuses in ten thousand? Could it be that he happened to meet one today? That's too unlucky!

"Fang Yu, are you okay?"

Fang Cong also saw clearly that it was Fang Yu, and hurriedly walked over to investigate her situation. Fang Yumei stared at Fang Cong with beautiful eyes, and said a little playfully: "What? You guy, finally willing to feel distressed? ”

Ever since he was in the Fang family's secret room, Fang Yu's feelings towards Fang Cong had been fluctuating. Sometimes cold, sometimes gentle. Fang Yu knew that such a feeling. The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for her. In the end, it may even become a burden on the path of cultivation.

However, gradually, Fang Yu seemed to have liked this feeling. She had always felt cold enough for herself. Except, in the treatment of the party from the thing. But he didn't expect that he would be troubled by this matter one day.

"Come, take this pill!"

Fang Cong's words were full of unquestionable tones, and he directly took out a pill engraved with a Dan pattern and handed it to Fang Yu's hand. Fang Yu didn't refuse, but asked, and swallowed it directly. In an instant, the elixir turned into a torrent and rushed directly towards Fang Yu's various meridians, helping her refreshe and expand again.

Originally, Fang Yu was under the full force of Zhao Hao's blow. The meridians are a little confused. Now, after Fang Cong's pill healing, he has completely recovered.

"Hmph, look for death!"

On the side, Zhao Hao saw that the two of them were talking to me and me, but they forgot him for a while, which made Zhao Hao's heart even more angry. Directly stretched out his hand towards Fang Cong with a claw, and suddenly, a light flashed and flew towards Fang Cong. Obviously, Zhao Hao has already started to kill the other party, and today, he must behead him.

"Hmph, you almost forgot about you if you didn't make a sound!"

Fang Yu turned his head to look at Zhao Hao, who was angry. A pair of beautiful eyes are also full of meaning. The jade hand pinched the trick again, and saw a purple streamer flowing out from Fang Yu's fingertips. Purple light flashes. It turned directly into a needle and stabbed Zhao Hao. Mighty.

"Boom ......"

A collision sound sounded, and Fang Yu's purple long needle was extremely sharp. It actually directly smashed Zhao Hao's claws. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, he killed Zhao Hao again. The purple needle, at this moment, turned into a phantom in the sky. There seems to be nothing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Time conception, the first weight!"

Fang Yu's mouth muttered. Time became slow again, and so did Zhao Hao's attack, but the purple long needle was still as fast as before. Kill Zhao Hao. Instead of decreasing, the speed is increasing. This is the terrible thing about the artistic conception of time, being able to control time.

When it comes to fighting, every minute and every second is extremely precious and indispensable. Because, if someone else takes advantage of this second, then maybe the outcome of the battle will be reversed immediately.

"Kill!"

Zhao Hao can be promoted to the Yuanjun realm, and his talent will naturally not be bad. Directly burst into cheers. For him, the artistic conception of time is just a slow breath. Rushed towards Fang Yu again. A bright sword light slashed out, and in an instant, the sky was dark, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that only one sword light remained.

"Die!"

Fang Cong burst into tears and stood beside Fang Yu. The whole body is full of momentum, like the god of war. The powerful aura was crushed in an instant, and the power of the Dragon Emperor Armor was raised to its peak almost instantly. After all, Zhao Hao is a powerhouse in the Yuanjun Realm. If Fang Yu fought alone, it would definitely be very difficult. Although, she has her own hole cards.

However, even if Fang Yu was willing, Fang Cong would not agree. After all, this is his own battle. Although there is a big gap in the cultivation of both hands. Zhao Hao: This is a big bully. However, this is the Divine Punishment Continent, not the world of the previous life. Respect for martial arts. Only with sufficient strength can we win the respect of others.

"Boom ......"

The dragon yellow spear stabbed out, and in an instant, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked. Countless winds howled, like the scythe of death. Between heaven and earth, there is a golden light, and Fang Cong is from this shot. It took all its might. If there is still some reservation when facing a Yuanjun Realm powerhouse, it is simply looking for death.

"Broken!"

Fang Yu also had a serious face, pinched his hands, and the purple long needle flew out again. She had practiced for so long, and her cultivation had almost reached the ninth rank of the Yuan Sect Realm. For the comprehension of artistic conception, in addition to the meaning of time, there are other artistic conceptions. It's just that it didn't come out in real combat.

"Boom ......"

Fang Yu and Fang Cong seemed to be heart-to-heart, and the two of them attacked. It was directly gathered in one place. Bursts of energy fluctuations. It swept the audience. The smoke and dust were filled, like a dragon rising into the sky. Zhao Hao's eyes were full of horror, and he no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning. Relying on his own cultivation, he is rampant.

"Give me a crackdown!"

Zhao Hao's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he burst into tears. The artistic conception spreads, and the knife light flies by. The snow-white light of the sword continued to tear through the void. Kill the two. The attacks of the three of them are constantly intertwined. Constant collisions, roaring sounds.

"Oh my God? What is the origin of that woman? Can you compete with Dean Zhao Hao? Is the power too terrifying? ”

"Moreover, after Fang Conggen Qin Hong's first battle, he still has the strength to fight again. It seems that when he fought with Qin Hong, he must have retained his strength. Qin Hong, isn't he really Fang Cong's opponent? ”

Looking at the increasingly fierce battles in the martial arts arena, exclamations continued to sound from the crowd. They all looked at Fang Cong with strange eyes. It was as if he was seeing a genius who had defeated Qin Hong's level and was rising. And they are all witnesses to this battle.

"Give me death!"

Dean Zhao Hao was also furious, and constantly condensed the artistic conception of hurricanes. The wind danced like a silver snake, blasting towards Fang Cong and the two of them......