"Hmph, don't underestimate me, my cultivation has also been cultivated for more than thirty years!" Chao Zhuangyong roared and swooped towards Fang Ling, this time he did his best, the sword shadow was like a thousand shadows overlapping, sharp and fast, ethereal, turning into an overwhelming sword rain towards Fang Ling's cover.

The surrounding onlookers were all dazzled, and they didn't dare to take a breath of air, and the other Tianrong Realm-level masters couldn't help but be secretly surprised, just thinking that if they were standing in Fang Ling's position, it would not be easy to retreat as long as they were afraid of it.

Although the boy did show extraordinary strength just now, it was impossible to fight back under such a strong attack. As long as the boy is repulsed, then it will be the beginning of Chao Zhuang's brave and fierce offensive, although it is not certain who will win and who will lose under the continuous attack, but the boy boasted that Haikou would challenge the fifty Tianrong masters, it was absolutely impossible to achieve.

It's just that everyone is analyzing this battle with common sense, but Fang Ling is not in common sense, his body has nine heavenly thunder strength, which makes his physical strength and strength far exceed that of cultivation, coupled with the heaven and earth qi that Jin Dan contains that surpasses the acquired qi, it makes him surpass the limit that he should have.

Therefore, when the thousand sword shadows were densely intertwined with everything, enveloping Fang Ling without any flaws, Fang Ling moved at this time, but he did not retreat, but advanced.

Everyone's eyes slowly widened, and they saw a scene that they would never forget, only to see the figure of the young man seemed to turn into a ghost, shuttling in the shadow of the sword, his speed was so fast that he left an afterimage of the Dao, and the sword was without a trace, no matter how tightly the sword rain was tightly together, how difficult it was to find a flaw, but for the young man, it was like a game, and he had already passed through the shadow of the sword and rushed towards Chao Zhuangyong.

Chao Zhuangyong was taken aback, and his wrist hurriedly flipped over, changing his moves, but with this flip of his wrist, Fang Ling had already fallen behind him, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed his back shirt, he exerted his Jun Panlong strength and shook it violently.

Chao Zhuangyong flew out like a kite, and only stopped walking more than thirty feet away, he stood in place stunned, as if in a dream.

The surrounding disciples stretched their jaws even more, and their hearts were extremely shocked, throwing Chao Zhuangyong out so far, what a divine power this is, it is unbelievable that it is a mere teenager who can do it.

Wang Zhenghan and Pei Xinfeng were also really stunned, everyone knew in their hearts that if such a great divine power was directly hit on Chao Zhuangyong's chest, it would at least cause more than forty percent of internal injuries, and in this case, Chao Zhuangyong had been defeated.

Of course, Chao Zhuangyong also knew that the other party still had a show for himself, otherwise how could he be so beautiful and let himself exit, he lost his arrogance for a while, and his confidence was greatly frustrated.

Fang Ling stood calmly on the bridge, standing with his hands in his hands, like a pool of autumn water without waves, and the momentum that suddenly exuded made the people around him dare not point fingers anymore, and his heart trembled a little.

Just when all the disciples in the audience were shocked by Fang Ling's invisible coercion, a middle-aged man with a cold expression stood on the high flagpole and spoke loudly: "If you think that if you defeat Senior Brother Chao, you will be able to be arrogant in my Five Factions Alliance, then you are very wrong, let me Zhao Beihai come to meet you!"

As soon as they heard Zhao Beihai's name, everyone in the audience couldn't help but be shocked, and their faces showed a happy "color", and in their mouths, they revealed that Zhao Beihai was Jianhemen had a very high reputation, and his cultivation ranking among the beginner disciples was also among the top three, which was obviously much higher than Chao Zhuangyong.

Zhao Bei fell to the ground horizontally, silently, as if it was so light that it had no weight, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

At this time, a group of people also appeared on the walls of the palace, and they were suddenly the three major chief-level figures of the Jianhe Gate, and the news spread so quickly, not only because this place happened to be just before the main hall of the sect, but more importantly, a bloody case that hit the two major sects, a disciple of the Mochizuki Sect who wanted to challenge the masters of the 50 Five Sects Alliance, this news was a big deal.

At the same time, on the top of the tall building on the other side of the palace, one by one, the young and extraordinary true disciples also rushed from the vicinity of the immortal mountain, standing proudly, witnessing the battle in the field.

Although Fang Ling was talking about the 50 masters who challenged the Five Sects Alliance, in fact, no one would have thought of going to other sects to invite masters, no matter how you look at it, it would be a matter of damaging the face of the sect.

Zhao Beihai walked towards Fang Ling step by step, his expression was solemn and solemn, he had seen Fang Ling's technique just now, he had no contempt for this young man at all, and at the same time, he was full of confidence, after all, he could rank among the top three beginner disciples, and his cultivation was by no means comparable to Chao Zhuang Yong and others.

Walking to the front of the ten zhang away from Fangling, Zhao Beihai stepped down and slowly took out the long sword on his waist, the eldest sister is palm-wide, and the edge of the blade is not only not sharp, it can only be described as blunt, and there is no sword tip, just like a big iron ruler.

Zhao Beibrown held the sword ruler and said proudly: "My magic weapon is called 'Thousand Jin Sword', this sword is made of Xuantian blunt iron, and it has a thousand jin power with one swing, if you cultivate yourself to a high level, and you don't take out the magic weapon, I'm afraid that I will be shocked to the bone and flesh!"

Fang Ling smiled and said nothing, he was so pitted by Bai Wenhai, not to mention that the magic weapon to be rewarded at the alchemy conference did not fall into his hand, and he almost lost his life, and on this occasion, he naturally would not reveal the secret of the soul devouring ghost hand on his right hand.

Seeing Fang Ling's smile, Zhao Beihai interpreted it as contempt, and couldn't help but be angry, roared in a low voice, and rushed towards Fang Ling with steps, like a chariot charge, its momentum was amazing.

When he came to the place of three zhang, Zhao Beihai suddenly swung his sword, and the thousand jin sword passed over, just where the breath was involved, the ground made of extremely hard stone made a crisp sound like steel impacting, and then smashed towards Fang Ling together.

Within the range of ten zhang, the sound of the wind was rolling, as if the heavens and the earth were changing drastically, and all the breath was controlled by Zhao Beihai, turning into a steady stream of power and adding it to the Qianjin Sword.

It is not only strong, but also subtle, the surrounding aura has all turned into Zhao Beihai's ears and eyes, even if Fang Ling moves at high speed, where the sword is pointed, where the qi goes, all within ten zhang are the targets that Zhao Beihai can attack at will.

The three chief stewards couldn't help but bow their heads slightly, quite approvingly, and the disciples of the True Transmission saw it in their eyes, although their expressions were not solemn, but they did not mean the slightest contempt.

Every time the Qianjin Sword is close to Fang Ling, its strength is doubled, and when it is far away from Fang Ling's head, its power has exceeded three thousand catties!

But at this time, Fang Ling didn't move at all, and he was smiling.

The surrounding disciples had already been suffocated by this strong battle spirit, and they all had to lift their spirits so that they would not faint.

Fang Ling didn't dodge or dodge, but he didn't let anyone relax, as long as he saw the battle between him and Chao Zhuangyong just now, then he would know that Fang Ling would definitely make a move, instead of being slaughtered by others, because he knew this, so Zhao Beiheng never had the intention of retreating in one move.

And seeing Fang Ling's calm and calm appearance, everyone couldn't help but speculate what kind of amazing move he was going to make to fight against Zhao Beihai's move.

Just when the sword blade was only half a foot away from Fang Ling, Fang Ling finally moved, he didn't retreat, he didn't dodge, and he didn't move his body at high speed, just raised his right hand lightly and grabbed it towards the sword blade!

Everyone's pupils dilated, and they exhaled into their mouths in one breath, and their whole bodies were full of coolness, could it be that the young man wanted to use his hands to resist such a strong move?

"Good boy, if you think I'm going to let go, you're very wrong!" Zhao Beihe roared, he didn't show any unloading performance because of Fang Ling's actions, he decided that Fang Ling's move was definitely a false move, and the real move was estimated to be on his left hand, so his arms instead increased his strength, determined to avoid Fang Ling.

Believe it or not, doubt and speculation, all kinds of thoughts and ideas flowed through the minds of tens of thousands of onlookers, intertwined, and then froze at the moment when the right hand and the blade of the sword touched.

Zhao Beihai's jack sword did not break this hand, but was steadily resisted by the right hand that was not very strong, Fang Ling's footsteps did not move, and the ground did not crack due to the huge impact, as if he had taken a pine nut that had fallen from a tree with his hand, and that's it, so that the smile on his face did not change in the slightest.

Everyone present stared at their eyes, and their eyes were bloodshot, as if they would fall out in the next second.

Three thousand catties of strength, by no means anyone can follow, to deal with this kind of trick, either preemptively, before its strength is completed to break this move, or to dodge the attack, after its strength is exhausted, in line with the counterattack.

However, resisting like Fang Ling is the most stupid method, but what this stupid method brings to everyone is an unprecedented shock.

Because Fang Ling not only took this trick hard, but more importantly, he didn't even use the magic weapon, you must know that the attack of the magic weapon is not only the power it brings, but the magic weapon itself is also very powerful, such a powerful move, even if it is a true disciple, don't want to completely follow without using the magic weapon, let alone be unscathed.

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Fang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was self-aware of his ability to bear, the strength of three thousand catties was still within the scope of bearing, not to mention the effect of the Nine Heavens Thunder Jin and the Golden Pill, which made the strength of the physical body increased to an exaggerated level, and the Spirit Devouring Ghost Hand also invisibly absorbed the energy released from the scarf.

Therefore, although the opponent's strength is strong, for himself, he was only shaken by the shock, even if some meridians were broken, the sun fire energy would repair it back in an instant.

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