The young man in white was furious, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight into Fang Huan's chest.

"Vertical looking for death!"

Fang Huan's cultivation at the moment, but the strength of the second tripod, the young man in white naturally didn't believe that this guy could hurt Elder Cheng Zhao of the five tripod cultivation.

Seeing the long sword stabbing at him, Fang Huan hurriedly blocked with a horizontal sword.

After the swords collided, Fang Huan stepped back again.

Fang Huan squinted his eyes and looked at the long sword of the young man in white, judging from the spiritual power fluctuations displayed by the long sword in the battle just now, it must be a spiritual weapon, and there were no less than fifteen formations depicted, and the quality was far superior to that of the Sui Han Chai Knife, which only had four formations.

After the white-clothed young man shook Fang Huan back, he was unforgiving, and stabbed out seven or eight swords in a row, and the swords did not leave Fang Huan's vital point.

Fang Huan could only use Erding Cultivation at this moment, and the quality of the spiritual weapon in his hand was not as good as the other party, after being attacked by the young man in white, he could only hurriedly raise his knife to block, and retreated one after another.

The spiritual power displayed by the young man in white is obviously at the peak of the three tripods, and he has even bought the realm of the four tripods in half a step.

"I didn't want to hurt people, and if I wanted to kill the owner of a tiger shooting village, it would be over, but boy, if you speak disrespectfully and block my way, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

The spiritual power in the body of the white-clothed young man was injected into the long sword, and the blade of the long sword emitted a dazzling silver-white sword aura, and the long sword carried the sword qi and slashed down Fang Huan's head!

Fang Huan was in a hurry, raised the Sui Han Sword in his hand and placed it across his head, condensing all his strength to deal with the sword of the young man in white.

"Bang!"

Fang Huan vomited blood and withdrew seven or eight feet, knelt on one knee on the ground, holding the handle of the Sui Han knife on the ground, the meridians all over his body were in severe pain, if it weren't for the spiritual power of Shennong Ding to protect his body, Fang Huan would probably be destroyed by this sword.

"His grandmother's, this is forcing Lao Tzu to fight with you. Fang Huan smiled bitterly, wiped a handful of blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and reluctantly stood up.

The young man in white looked surprised, he didn't expect this young man to be able to get up after receiving his full sword, but his eyes soon turned cold, revealing a sly smile.

If you can't kill with a sword, you can make up for another sword.

Seeing the white-clothed young man walking towards him with his long sword obliquely, Fang Huan didn't panic much, but silently stared at the dantian in his body.

The dark green Shennong Ding was circulating very fast, constantly flowing with the spiritual power of the grass and trees to repair Fang Huan's injuries.

The pure white Liuyao Ding was also slowly rotating, exuding wisps of pure white aura.

A black-red Lingding and a silver-white Lingding were quietly suspended in Fang Huan's dantian, motionless.

Poor!

Thunder!

Shizun said that he would not allow himself to use the spiritual power of these two tripods, for fear that he would be controlled by the demonic nature of Qiqi, and that he would be torn apart by the power of heavenly thunder.

But at this moment, Fang Huan was ready to use the spiritual power of these two tripods to kill this white-clothed young man.

Just as Fang Huan was about to urge Qi Qiding, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"To deal with a little monk who is not even four dings, are you going to put your life into it?"

Gongsun Qi.

Fang Huan glanced down at the ring on his finger, sighed, and said in a low voice: "General Gongsun, I am also forced to be helpless, maybe there will be a chance to fight hard, otherwise I will really be slaughtered by this disciple of Taihua Immortal Sect." ”

Gongsun Qi snorted coldly and said, "Where have you learned all the martial arts you have learned in the past three years? Don't use the spiritual power of Qi Ding and Tianlei Ding, go up and fight me, I will tell you where his flaws are." ”

Fang Huan's face was happy, he nodded immediately, and rushed towards the white-clothed young man again with the knife in his hand.

The young man in white shrank his pupils, obviously he didn't expect this young man to have the courage and strength to attack him, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was raised a little.

"The mantis arm is a car!"

Fang Huan endured the severe pain on his body, dragged the knife and walked quickly, and when he was only four or five steps away from the white-clothed youth, his thighs exerted his strength, jumped up, raised his knife in the air with both hands, and slashed at the white-clothed youth.

The young man in white erected the sword in front of his chest, his footsteps rotated, and he did not have the strength to receive this knife, and the long sword rubbed against the blade, and he was separated with a touch, and at the same time, the long sword slashed back behind Fang Huan.

After feeling the cold sword qi behind him, Fang Huan couldn't care about the embarrassment, and directly threw himself on the ground to dodge the sword, and then immediately slapped his palm on the ground and stood up again.

"How did you chop firewood in Yinlonggou for the past three years? Cut him as firewood!" Gongsun Qi shouted.

Fang Huan was a little stunned.

When the wood is chopped, the tree will not move, so I can cut it however I want, but how can a big living person stand motionless and let me cut it?

"As long as you are fast enough and strong enough, the other party will have no time to dodge, so you can only take it hard and cut it for me!"

Fang Huan gritted his teeth, clenched the Sui Han knife with both hands, and rushed towards the white-clothed young man again, exerting all his strength, the spiritual power surged, and a knife ran out!

The old cold knife was wrapped in the wind and slashed straight at the neck of the white-clothed young man.

The young man in white saw this knife sweeping over, and he couldn't dodge, so he could only block it with a horizontal sword.

"Bell!"

Swords intertwined, creating a piercing metallic sound.

On the blade of the old cold knife, a small notch is rolled up.

"Don't stop, keep chopping, chopping like wood!" Gongsun Qi continued.

After Fang Huan's knife, his momentum did not stop, and he only took three steps into the white-clothed youth, quickly turned around and slashed out the second knife from the other direction, and then turned around and slashed out the third knife.

The white-clothed young man was numb from the tiger's mouth that was shocked by the huge shock on the sword, and he could only use the long sword to cover it left and right, and his steps staggered back.

"This guy, how can he be like a different person, he was obviously seriously injured by me before, and he can still knife so quickly at this moment?"

The fourth knife!

Fifth Knife!

The Sixth Knife!

......

Fang Huan swept out seventeen knives in a row, and the knife used all his strength.

The white-clothed young man's mouth was already full of blood at this moment, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Do you only know how to chop wood?" what about the boxing techniques that Wei Chengze taught you?" Gongsun Qi's voice sounded in Fang Huan's ears again.

Fang Huan held the knife in one hand, the eighteenth knife slashed out from the right side, and at the same time, the other hand was clenched into a fist, and the pure white spiritual power of the six yao was wrapped in the fist and smashed down with the blade.

The white-clothed young man put the sword in front of his chest, and after barely taking the eighteenth sword, the long sword was almost out of his hand.

Fang Huan smashed his fist on the blade of the Sui Han Knife.

Hondake!

The fist is smashed on the knife, the knife is attached to the sword, and the sword is erected in front of the chest.

The domineering and incomparable Honyue fist power passed through the blade of the old cold, through the blade of the long sword, and directly poured into the chest of the young man in white.

After Fang Huan succeeded in one punch, he immediately retreated seven or eight steps, his face was pale and he couldn't help but gasp, eighteen slashes in a row and a long fist of Collapse Yue had exhausted all his spiritual power.

After the fist power invaded the chest of the young man in white, it broke out of Fang Huan's control and exploded in the body of the young man in white in an instant!

Many tendons and veins were shattered on the spot by this Collapse Yue fist force, and even the internal organs were also damaged by the shock.

Fang Huan watched the young man in white vomit blood and fall to the ground, looking down at his fist, a little dissatisfied.

If this punch was replaced by Wei Chengze, the young man in white would definitely be blown into a puddle of flesh.

Liang Tong, who was fighting with Hu Beiyue in the distance, saw that after the white-clothed young man here was defeated by Fang Huan, his face changed greatly, and he was slashed in the back by Hu Beiyue in distraction, drawing a bloody mouth more than an inch long, and immediately slid backwards after eating the pain, shouting loudly.

"Everyone in Yaowangzhuang retreat!

The reason why Liang Tong dared to set up an ambush here today was because he relied on the elixir that Wu Tong had refined to attract poisonous insects, but because he relied on Sanding to cultivate as a white-clothed young man who was not weaker than himself.

What Liang Tong didn't expect was that the poisonous insect was forced back by a seemingly inconspicuous young man, and then the disciples of Taihua Xianmen Sanding Cultivation were also defeated by this young man, which was incredible.

After hearing the owner's order, the medicine pickers of Yaowangzhuang immediately broke away from the battle and fled into the mountains and forests in good shape.

"Brothers, shoot me these bastards!"

Hu Beiyue roared, quickly put the short knife into the sheath, held the horn big bow in his hand, and opened the bow and arrows.

At the sound of the strings, the medicine pickers of Yaowangzhuang were shot to the ground.

Three hundred hunters of Tiger Shooting Village raised their bows one after another, and arrows rained down.

Fang Huan, whose spiritual power in his body was exhausted and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth, breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.