The withered branches that were rapidly expanding in Fang Zhong's pupils looked so weak and couldn't help the wind, but the sword qi that burst out of them rushed straight to his cheeks. A chill penetrates my heart! Fang Zhong was frightened and retreated sharply, his body was slightly sideways, and at the same time, a thunder spell in his palm had quietly formed! If you want to talk about the experience of facing the enemy, he is no longer the ignorant teenager when he did not go down the mountain. As soon as this person came up, he seemed to take someone's life, and his move was so ruthless, of course, he couldn't say that he had any mercy.

Although Fang Zhong retreated quickly, the branch was still rapidly approaching, the distance between the two was shortened inch by inch, and a terrifying aura of death suddenly enveloped Fang Zhong's heart! "This person is so powerful, even Lu Shigong's shot is probably not so vigorous, it seems that it is extremely difficult to avoid his pursuit, rather than keep retreating, it is better to hit backhand!" Fang Zhong gritted his teeth, his left hand flipped, his palm was raised, and the thunder spell condensed in the palm of his hand was cast. Fang Zhong was also forced to make this decision, if he could dodge lightly, who would want to lose both. Now bet that the person in front of you is unwilling to be hurt and give up the pursuit, then you have a buffer room.

Sure enough, when Fang Zhong's palm was raised, there was a light sound on the other side, and the dead branch that pierced Fang Zhong's eyes disappeared strangely, and then his palm hurt, and he had been poked by something.

The condensed thunder spell was interrupted instantly, and the true qi condensed in the palm of the palm dissipated!

This person actually broke Fang Zhong's palm thunder in the blink of an eye.

Fang Zhong was still stunned, when he felt a huge force hit his chest, and with a bang, his body flew up, slashing through an arc and falling heavily on the snow.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Fang Zhong coughed repeatedly, spit out the stuffy breath in his chest, and touched his hand on his body, but there were no injuries, it seemed that although he looked fierce this time, he didn't cause any harm to himself. Fang Zhong thought that this person might be looking at him with fierce eyes, so he hurriedly got up and looked forward very vigilantly.

The sky was still faintly covered with snowflakes, and a withered branch was quietly planted on the snow, so calm that if it weren't for the traces that remained, it almost made people think that what had just happened had never happened.

Fang Zhong stood in front of the withered branch, his face puzzled. He didn't even see the face of that person clearly, and he didn't know what this person meant, obviously his cultivation was so high, why should he play with his junior. Fang Zhong smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although this person made such a sharp move, there was no doubt that he had no ill will towards himself, otherwise he would have taken the opportunity to do it a long time ago, and he would have drifted away. Thinking back to this person's sword that stabbed at him, he was really clever, except that his eyes were full of dead branches, he could no longer see anything else, and if a person's mind was led by an opponent, what else would he say.

Since this person doesn't want to meet, he thinks it's his own identity, and he doesn't disdain to have a lot to do with a little disciple like himself. Fang Zhong didn't look for this person's traces, it was estimated that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to find it, unless this person himself was willing to meet, since that was the case, why should he do anything more.

Fang Zhong sat down in front of the dead branch stuck in the snow.

Another day passed, and Fang Zhong stared at the bland branch, only to feel bored, drowsy. But when he really drooped down, another snow ball flew from nowhere, and instead of pretending to be unintentional like last time, it fell gently, but was pinched into a ball and smashed over!

This time it was smashed very hard, obviously using dark energy, Fang Zhong was almost dizzy when he was hit on the forehead by the snow ball, it was so hard that even the snow ball was smashed apart.

"Ouch!" Fang Zhong woke up from the blur, and as soon as he touched his forehead, he knew what was going on, and suddenly became angry, this person saw and didn't see it, he was always playing with himself, and he was simply entertaining himself. Fang Zhong stood up and couldn't help but scold: "Who is it?" Sneaking around and not daring to see people, do you look like an ugly monster? As soon as the cheers ended, Fang Zhong listened quietly, and no one answered. Fang Zhong was not surprised, since he was woken up by this person, he had to practice his skills again, he also felt a rule, as long as he was lazy and interrupted, this guy would not be able to get along with him. On the contrary, as long as he practiced qi and swords, this person would not bother. It seems that this person still has a little sense of supervision, it is not the caretaker of this place of thought, who specializes in supervising the disciples who have come here to think about it, but it is a pity that when he first came, he did not ask the two disciples who took him here, and who the caretaker here was. Fang Zhong picked up the branch with his hand, put on a posture, and performed the thirty-six postures of dragon swimming in the four seas. This is the most wonderful swordsmanship he learned in Kunlun, the reason why he performed it at this time is that he knew that the mysterious person peeked at the side, and he was defeated last time, and he didn't have time to show any ability, and he couldn't help but be a little unconvinced. At least I can tell that person that I am not as useless as you think, it is that you didn't give me a chance.

This was completely a little vanity in Fang Zhong's heart, he just wanted to save a little face.

Fang Zhong had never been so serious about the swordsmanship he had learned, that set of Ascending Dragon Swordsmanship was extremely upright, he really couldn't find anything wrong, and after the last stroke, even he felt that there was nothing wrong. The swordsmanship was so calm and sophisticated that it didn't look like it came from a teenager's hand, but it looked like a veteran who had been immersed in this sword for decades. Fang Zhong was self-absorbed for a while, and then raised his eyes to look around. He understood what he meant, just to see how the man reacted.

Sure enough, someone sneered in the distance, and an old voice came from the wind: "Hmph! Are you kid very old, you can't use this bullshit swordsmanship at all, people are stupid to practice for decades, it's like this, you're good, you're young, like you've been stupid for decades! There was a sè of disdain in that tone.

Fang Zhong was speechless, he was so serious and calm, but he was so unbearable by him. Fang Zhong said loudly: "What you said is good, if you have the ability, you can also come out to practice, see if your swordsmanship is more stupid than mine?" ”

"Humph! Okay, I'll show you how this swordsmanship works, but if you want to see me make a move, you can't do it without paying some price. ”

"At what cost?"

"Fight me!"

A cold word drifted through the wind