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Chapter 204 The three-petal lotus in the dark night poured into the ninth grade

The man wrapped in the cloak slammed through the window and leaped out of the room, greeted by Fang Jie's fist. The man in mid-air couldn't dodge, so he punched as well.

The two fists slammed into each other, and then both of them flew backwards at the same time. At the moment of the fist collision, they even heard the overwhelmed moans of the bones in their own arms. At the moment when he was about to land, the man could still twist his body in mid-air and dodge a sword aura from behind.

Fang Xie took three steps back in succession before he stood firm, and he subconsciously glanced at his right fist.

The strength of the opponent's fist was on par with Fang Jie, but Fang Xie faintly felt that it was not all the strength brought out by the internal strength. Because Fang Xie can't practice, he is more familiar with the strength of his muscles. And the feeling coming back from his right arm made him suspect that the physical quality of the guy opposite was not much inferior to his own.

The ugly-faced man steadied himself, and the pain in his back made him frown slightly. He had dodged fast enough, but the swift and sharp sword aura of Shen Tilt Fan still left a scar on his back. The cloak was cut off and slowly landed not far from him.

In front of him is Fang Jie, and behind him is a sinking fan.

This is the most dangerous situation he has faced since entering Chang'an City.

Shen Tianfan's sword aura made him jealous, and Fang Jie's fist also shocked him. He knew that Fang Xie was a difficult person to deal with, but he didn't expect to have such a solid physique. His fists were filled with internal strength just now, and although they were scattered to cope with the heavy fan behind him, it was enough to make his already strong body even stronger.

However, this punch failed to break Fang Jie's arm.

Fang Jie's feeling is not too much deviation, and the internal strength driven by this ugly man's arm is really not much. If it weren't for that, there wouldn't have been a shallow trail of blood on his back. If all the internal energy in his qi sea just now was condensed into his fist, he might be able to hurt Fang Jie, but he was afraid that the wound on his back at this time might go straight to the inner mansion.

Fang Xie took a step forward, carefully looking at the man in front of him who finally revealed his true face under the lights. His face was so strange that people didn't dare to look at him directly, and in addition to being dirty and disgusting, he also had distorted facial features. The skin on his face was old and lifeless, but there were no wrinkles.

"People from the Buddha sect?"

Fang Xie asked.

The ugly-faced man shook his head and didn't speak.

Fang Xie was silent, then pointed to the man's face and said, "You covered your face with such an ugly thing because you were afraid of being recognized. This is by no means who you are...... I have never seen such a youthful look on such an old face. And you don't speak because I'm afraid I'll hear you. So...... We've definitely met, now...... Do you tear the disgusting stuff off your face yourself, or do I help you? ”

The ugly-faced man grinned, but didn't make a sound.

He also pointed to his face, then shook his head.

Fang Xie looked at him and asked, "Don't have a face to see people?" ”

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the ugly-faced man, as if he was stabbed by Fang Jie's words. His eyes were fiercely condensed on Fang Jie's body, as if he couldn't help but want to tear Fang Xie to pieces.

"There must be pity for ordinary hateful people, and I really can't figure out what kind of past you have that would make you dress up like this. If it was the Great Sui who owed you and killed people, then why didn't you go to the people who owed you to take revenge? Find some students who are not as good as you in the martial arts academy, and you will have a high sense of accomplishment? Still is...... Do you like the feeling of killing? If it's the latter, then all I can say is that you're a perverted lunatic. ”

Fang Xie didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, but said something that sounded unnecessary.

"He's dead!"

Finally, the ugly-faced man couldn't hold back his anger and roared. The voice is hoarse, and it should be deliberately hidden from the real voice.

"Sure enough, you're just a clown."

Fang Xie sighed, and then took another step forward. Without looking back, he said to the man standing behind, "Bring a knife, preferably a knife." ”

Ma Lilian, who was protected by more than a dozen veterans of a hundred battles, subconsciously wanted to move forward, but was protected by her own soldiers. A soldier ran over and handed the horizontal knife in his hand to Fang Jie, and then quickly withdrew in front of Ma Lilian. Fang Xie weighed the weight of the horizontal knife in his hand, looked at the ugly-faced man and asked seriously, "What other last words?" ”

"I want you to die!"

The ugly-faced man roared angrily and rushed forward. In the forward leap, he flicked his left hand backwards, and a sharp finger quickly pointed at the forehead of the Shen Fan fan. Shen Tianfan didn't dodge, frowned slightly, and a sword qi slashed out of the way from somewhere, swinging the wisp of fingers away. At the same time, she raised her hand and pointed at the back of the ugly-faced man.

There seemed to be an extremely cold thing in the air that quickly condensed, and then turned into hundreds of sword qi. It was as if hundreds of sharp swords were floating in front of her, ready to strike. When she stretched out her fingers suddenly, the invisible swords stabbed into the ugly man's back like a meteor shower.

At the same time, the ugly-faced man dodged Fang Jie's move and knife, and his body twisted and slammed Fang Jie's face door with a punch. Fang Xie didn't mean to dodge at all, the right hand holding the knife suddenly broke, and the blade fell at an impossible angle, stabbing the ugly-faced man's arm.

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Just when Fang Jie's knife and Shen Fan's sword arrived almost at the same time. The ugly-faced man suddenly erupted into a terrible roar, and then ...... A brilliant and holy three-petaled lotus flower bloomed in his body. It didn't look like it was blurred at all, so real that even the process of the petals blooming was so clearly visible.

The sword qi and horizontal sword hit the lotus flower one after another, making a series of crisp sounds.

With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal knife was swung away. His right hand holding the knife was a little ungraspable, and his right arm trembled slightly involuntarily. And behind the ugly-faced man, hundreds of sword qi rained down one after another on a white lotus that protected the man's back. The sound of clanging was endless, and the sword qi was unable to pierce the petals that looked crystal clear and as thin as a cicada's wings.

Fang Xie took a wrong step back, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Sure enough, it has nothing to do with that old bald donkey."

He snorted coldly, and the arm holding the knife gradually stabilized.

And Shen Tianfan, who was standing behind the ugly-faced man, frowned slightly, and her fingers kept pointing at the back of the ugly-faced man. The sword qi condensed in mid-air continued to attack and attack, like a continuous star shower. But what shocked her was that the lotus flower, which looked supposed to be vulnerable, actually blocked all the sword qi.

She and Fang Xie had both heard the experience of the red-robed great priest Crane Daoist chasing and killing Chenya, and at the most critical time, it was a five-petaled white lotus that appeared out of thin air that saved Chenya's life. At that time, people didn't know who came to Chang'an City. This white lotus appeared for the second time, and Fang Xie had seen it with his own eyes. On that day, the old monk Zhizhi captured him and was surrounded by the proprietress and Zhuo Buyi and many other masters. When everyone was besieging her, the brilliant white lotus bloomed again.

For the first time, the repulsion of the red-robed Great Priest Crane Daoist shook the two white lotuses out of cracks. It was a full blow from a Dao master, but it still failed to shatter the petals. The second time, the six masters struck together, and it was only then that the white lotus was shattered, but the old monk's wisdom took the opportunity to escape.

When the petals behind the ugly-faced man blocked the nine hundred and ninety-ninth sword qi, there was finally a soft clicking sound. A crack appeared on the petals and gradually spread. It's as if a clever hand used light ink to outline the natural lines on the petals of the white lotus, making this petal even more beautiful.

But the price of beauty is great, and the lotus gradually cracks.

Fang Xie let out a low roar, and a powerful impact erupted between his legs, and the ground was stepped out of a deep pit by him, and the dust was blown up in an instant. His figure rushed in front of the ugly man at a speed that was unsearchable to the naked eye, and then condensed all the muscle power that could be mobilized on his right arm. At this moment, the muscles of Fang Jie's right arm changed dramatically. All the muscles are exerted in one direction, which is something that is simply impossible for normal people to do!

With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal knife slashed fiercely on a white lotus. The blade of the knife shattered in an instant, and the white lotus was almost cut off by this knife.

The ugly-faced man wrapped in the middle of the three-petal lotus flower roared angrily and smashed his fist into Fang Jie's chest. Fang Jie's right arm didn't have time to retract, and his left hand quickly raised and grabbed the fist of the ugly-faced man. With a bang, Fang Jie's body was shocked and flew out like a cannonball.

Several soldiers in the General's Mansion tried to stop Fang Jie, but they were knocked to the ground.

A sharp pain spread from his left arm throughout his body, and Fang Xie even felt as if the bones in his left arm had been shattered. He slowly stood up and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

pity

He sighed inwardly.

If he brought the old lame man's remnant knife, this knife would definitely be able to split that lotus petal. However, the Great Sui's standard horizontal knife could not withstand the huge force of Fang Xie and shattered, and it could not be compared with the strength of that lotus flower.

This ugly-faced man is powerful and makes people palpitate.

At this moment, Shen Tianfan suddenly raised his arms. Her hair danced in the wind, and her long skirt swayed with it. The air in the courtyard seemed to be slowly frozen, and in mid-air, it seemed as if a huge sword was slowly taking shape. The sword didn't seem perfect, it was just a prototype, but even so, the cold sharpness still stabbed the eyes of everyone in the courtyard. Although the sword is invisible, everyone can feel it.

Ma Lilian couldn't bear the pressure and had to close their eyes, and the two elderly stewards screamed at the same time, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of their eyes.

Fang Xie looked at the Shen Leaning Fan in the distance in surprise, and then suddenly thought of a possibility.

Just when he was stunned, Shen Tianfan's raised arms suddenly waved forward. The two hands snapped together, and the invisible giant sword fell on the ugly-faced man like thunder. At this moment, people even had the illusion of hearing a loud dragon groan.

With a bang, centered on the ugly-faced man, the green bricks in the yard shattered, and the entire courtyard floor seemed to be suddenly covered by a spider web. The storm shook out in all directions, and dust and smoke rose in an instant. Like a hurricane sweeping, the gravel and dust are squeezed outward by an invisible, ever-expanding circle.

The white lotus cracked inch by inch, and all three petals were broken!

At the same time, four streets away was in the residence of an important minister of the imperial court. Zhuo Buyi, who was guarding another student who had gone to Half Moon Mountain, changed his face, and his figure disappeared in a flash. The old lame man who seemed to be asleep on the bench sat up violently and muttered four words.

Who is in the ninth grade?