"Give it to me!"

Fang Cong shouted, and suddenly the surface of his body revealed golden yuan patterns, which continued to burst out. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info's powerful vitality swept out, and a huge tower that was a thousand feet high was propped up by Fang Cong.

"What? This kid actually held up this tower alone, it's just a monster! ”

"What's the situation with this guy, could it be that the gods can't do it?"

"The second son's body is too terrifying for us to resist!"

Exclamations continued to sound from the crowd behind. One after another. And Qin Hong, who was in front, had a hint of something bad flashing in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't expect that Fang Cong would be so tenacious. A ruthless look flashed in Qin Hong's eyes, and he shouted, "Give me death!" ”

"Snort!"

Qin Hong's hands suddenly pinched, and the vitality that rose to the sky turned into a canopy, shrouding Fang Cong. The wind howled, cold as a knife. The huge shock wave dispersed, and Fang Cong, who was standing in the center, had not yet lifted the giant tower. It was constantly torn by the surrounding canopy.

"Click, click!"

The canopy of heaven was broken, and Fang Cong's eyes were sharp. The ancient sword came out of its sheath, and in an instant, the heaven and earth were filled with the brilliance of sword qi. Fang Cong's five fingers were slightly together. It was a punch that slammed into the giant tower above. The roar continued, and a powerful aura suddenly emanated. The giant tower was also shattered. The phantom dissipates.

"Third layer of sword intent!"

Fang Cong looked at Qin Hong's eyes, as if there was a raging fire constantly burning. And fingers like swords. With a sword light, he suddenly remembered, and the powerful sword intent suddenly dispersed, blooming like fireworks, incomparably gorgeous. However, at the same time, it contains incomparably murderous intent. It was as if every sword could kill a person.

"Kill!"

Monocious flames rose from Qin Hong's heart. There was a roar, the wind howled, and countless fist prints fell from the sky. It is like a divine punishment, and it is necessary to suppress Fang Cong. Who is Qin Hong? Tianfeng Academy's Tianjiao. After all this time, the ant has not been killed. For the proud Qin Hong, it was obviously a failure.

"Give me death!"

In Qin Hong's eyes, Fang Cong revealed an incomparably powerful physical body. It's still just an ant. There is no need to think about it at all, just suppress it. The majestic vitality gathered out from Qin Hong's body, mighty and mighty, like a heavenly dragon. The powerful vitality was like a knife, slashing towards Fang Cong.

"Thirty and the sword trick!"

Looking at the sword rays in the sky, a sharp light flashed in Fang's eyes, and bright sword lights emerged all around him, a full thirty years. In the blink of an eye, these sword lights formed a sword domain by themselves, incomparably sharp, incomparably sharp. Pierce the Void. The next moment, it was a collision with the sword.

"Click, click!"

The sword was shattered, and the sword was bright. At this moment, countless sword lights fell from the sky, and a strong killing intent enveloped Qin Bang in it. With this kind of killing intent, even Qin Hong couldn't help but take a step back. The footsteps make the sound of Dengdenden.

"What? How is this possible? ”

"This guy, he actually let a genius like Qin Hong miss. He must have hidden his strength! ”

"Yes, despicable boy, this martial artist who broke the academy is so shameless, and so are the students who guard it! No wonder he couldn't even get into the top ten of the martial arts trial. Sure enough, there's a reason! ”

Cursing suddenly sounded, in their hearts, Qin Hong was their god. Undefeated. Today, Qin Hong, who was repelled by Fang Cong. Let their gods, there is a trace of flaw. Although, this flaw is so small that it is almost invisible. However, a blemish is a blemish, even if it is healed. There will still be traces. Therefore, their hatred for Fang Cong is naturally conceivable. However, they knew that they couldn't beat Fang Cong.

Even those as powerful as Qin Hong were repelled by Fang Cong. When they go up, isn't that no different from looking for death? Therefore, although they were angry, they kept their sanity in their hearts.

If there is an exception, it is that there is only one moon. Tilting Moon stared at Fang Cong with bright eyes, caged her hair, and a contemplative look flashed in her eyes. She never thought that Fang Cong, who originally thought that she would be solved by Qin Hong, actually repelled Qin Hong.

This fact was really unexpected, but it was fine. In Tianfeng Academy, Qin Hong was already accustomed to a high position. No one dared to be disrespectful to him. Before the martial arts trial began, he was able to rub his sharp energy. This can make him pay more attention to the martial arts trial, so that he will not take it lightly because of carelessness.

Fang never knew that he had been used as a whetstone, but even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything. It's not that you don't say it, but you don't say it. Whetstone? It is also necessary to have a sharper knife to sharpen, otherwise, the end is just a dead word. The knife is not sharp, no matter how magical, it can't be sharpened.

"I'll admit, I underestimated it before, but you're still not enough."

Qin Hong stood on the ground, his whole body erupting. His face finally became serious. The star-like eyes are incomparably bright, blooming with bright lights, dazzling people's eyes.

"Today, you will die for me!"

Qin Hong was really angry, and he was really desperate. Treat him 3721 and kill them all. The overwhelming killing intent swept in, and Qin Hong at this time was like a killing god, killing all over the world, and his eyes were glowing with a faint blood light.

"Blade of Killing!"

With a low drink in his mouth, in front of Qin Hong. In the void, there was a stir. It was a blood-stained one-foot blade that appeared in Qin Hong's hand. Qin Hong held this blade and slashed towards Fang Cong.

"Dingdingding......"

A series of metal crashes rang out. Several feet of blood-colored sword light fell with a bang, rolling up a cloud of dust. Fang Cong's face was not shocked, and he threw a punch, and the punch was like a dragon. Everywhere he passed, the space shook, and the wind and clouds rolled upside down. This punch contains fist intent and the incomparable aura of the stars.

"This ...... How is this possible? He, shouldn't he comprehend the sword intent? Why, he even comprehended the second weight of his fist intent? At this moment, even Lin Peng, who was originally calm, couldn't help but widen his eyes and stared at Fang Cong. The heart was extremely shocked, as if setting off a monstrous wave.

In Lin Peng's cognition, a martial artist can only cultivate one artistic conception. Either it is the artistic conception of making good use of weapons, or the artistic conception of hands and feet. and natural moods. If you cultivate the second type, you will inevitably be unable to cultivate at the same time, or even go mad......