looked at Ning Huan, who was pulling out the Bone Erosion Sword in front of him.

and the pink bubbles that spit out of his mouth.

It can't be helped, if you get a lobe in your lungs, you'll spit pink bubbles in your mouth.

The stars are shining brightly.

But there is no moon.

"Honestly." Fang Bei sighed and said to him, "If you don't run the first time, I think you have a better chance of winning now." ”

"How many shots have you been shot now? Three shots? Or four shots? ”

"If I had a 60 percent chance of winning at the beginning, I'm at least 80 percent now."

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Fang Bei's words are lazy and clear, with real logic.

I didn't fight in my heyday, but now that you're injured and can't run away, do you think you can still fight?

The so-called way of conquest, attacking the city is the bottom, and attacking the heart is the top.

The reason why Ning Huan is strong is largely because he thinks that he is almost invincible in the world.

If he can break this mentality, then the chances of winning this battle will be greatly increased.

Ning Huan wiped a handful of his right hand on the corner of his mouth, erasing all the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Little Fox Thief, haven't you heard of the idea of the Trapped Beast Fight?" Ning Huan said this as he began to run the Great Compassion Fu Exercise all over his body, and for a while, his bones trembled and his muscles shifted.

Pale red beads of sweat slowly flowed from his whole body, and at the same time, Ning Huan's expression began to look hideous and painful.

The three bullets hidden in Ning Huan's body, with the operation of the Great Compassion Fu, were "squeezed out" of his body little by little by his musculoskeletal body, and fell to the ground with three thuds.

Ning Huan stood under the starry night and looked at Fang Bei: "I, Ning Huan, have been undefeated all my life, do you really think that you can kill me here?" ”

Fang Bei looked at the man in red in front of him - at the same time that Ning Huan was forced out of the three bullets in his body, his appearance also changed.

Originally, Ning Huan was a handsome and dashing young man with a face like a crown jade, but with the operation of the Great Compassion Fu, he has now become a middle-aged man with a resolute face, and he looks more stable than the previous young man in red, less demonic and more majestic.

"I don't know." Fang Bei smiled: "But since you have such an idea, you have to give it a try, don't you?" ”

"Teacher Ning Huan."

Fang Bei shouted one teacher after another, and at the same time stepped forward again, Fang Bei's speed was extremely fast, and he could almost drag out the afterimage in place when he moved.

He was originally twenty steps away from Ning Huan, but as soon as he moved, he came to Ning Huan's front almost instantly, the black long sword in his hand danced, and a sword slashed towards Ning Huan.

"Teacher Ning Huan, what do you think of this sword?"

If he could, Ning Huan definitely didn't want to listen to Fang Bei's teacher.

But now, Fang Bei's sword was already in front of him.

Then there is only one war.

Fang Bei's sword arrived, Ning Huan could only swing his sword to block, and at the same time, his left hand stretched out, and the Great Compassion Fu began to operate, and the palm of his left hand instantly formed a black hole of true qi, continuously absorbing precious true qi from all directions.

But Fang Bei's sword was even faster than Ning Huan had imagined.

It fell down without any cost.

Ning Huan was slashed by a sword and took three steps back, and before Ning Huan could recover his breath, he found that Fang Bei had slashed at him with another sword.

Yes, there is no cost, just sword after sword!

Whether it is the strength, or the posture of the force, or the angle chosen or the timing of the swing of the sword, it is an impeccable sword.

Fang Bei started wielding his sword ten years ago, swinging his sword a thousand times a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, so Fang Bei swung his sword three million times in ten years.

You are 48,000 years old, and you are not populated with Qinsai!

Fang Bei has only practiced this sword for ten years, and he has not done anything but to kill.

Ning Huan was slashed by a sword again.

Fang Bei didn't give Ning Huan any work, unlike Shang Jiuge's exquisite swordsmanship, he could easily hurt the enemy by looking at the flaws.

To be honest, even if Fang Bei was opposite Shang Jiuge, then Shang Jiuge would have to be honestly slashed by Fang Bei's sword and sword.

Because it's fast, because it's accurate, because it's ruthless.

It's even more because there are no flaws.

Almost any sword in the world has flaws, only the simplest sword does not have them.

Fang Bei has practiced the simplest sword for ten years, and this is his unique swordsmanship.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?" Ning Huan said incredulously.

Under Fang Bei's attack like a storm, Ning Huan didn't even have a chance to counterattack.

Of course, at least Ning Huan still has the ability to block.

Of course, it's just the ability to block.

"I call it the Children's Palace Sword Technique." Fang Bei said seriously while chopping.

"Anyway, it's enough to chop and chop, isn't it?"

Fang Bei said this, and another sword unceremoniously slashed down on Ning Huan's head.

Basically, every sword is the pinnacle of speed, the pinnacle of strength, and the pinnacle of accuracy.

There is no real sword move.

Fang Bei's sword, it's really just a sword.

A sword, a sword, a sword.

A sword slashes you to the crumble.

Ning Huan had forgotten how many swords he had received, he had never seen such a scoundrel's swordsmanship.

It is the unparalleled strength and speed, that is, each sword is slashed in the right position, once the sword is out, you will not have the slightest respite.

It's a sword and a sword.

Until it hacks you to death.

Because of martial arts, it was originally simple.

To be honest, Ning Huan was able to take on another sword, which was originally extremely strong.

But Fang Bei's sword is a sword and a sword.

In the dark night sky, don't wave the pitch-black long sword in your hand and slash down at Ning Huan one by one, it is like logging and New Year's greetings, but this sword and sword are linked together, and Ning Huan can only retreat.

What heaven and earth intersect yin and yang great compassion?

What martial arts in the world are all refined, and there is no parallel in the world.

Don't really pick up the sword, only one sword and one sword can smash you down.

And for a moment, in addition to the monotonous and connected collision sound of the black sword and the bone sword in the air, there was a somewhat untimely crisp sound.

The crisp sound was originally extremely slight, but as Fang Bei's next sword fell, the sound actually connected.

Ning Huan instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but Fang Bei's sword was too fast.

He was able to completely suppress Ning Huan and make him breathless, no matter if you are a great sorrow or a great joy, I have a sword that is enough.

The next sword fell, and the bone erosion sword in Ning Huan's hand suddenly cracked open at that moment, and countless bone fragments exploded in all directions, each of which was the sharpest hidden weapon.

Ning Huan had long known that the Bone Erosion Sword in his hand was about to collapse under Fang Sect's continuous blows, so he simply attacked first and forcibly injected internal force into the Bone Erosion Sword, so that it would actively explode and gain a glimmer of life for himself.

At the same time as the Bone Erosion Sword exploded, Ning Huan stepped forward, taking advantage of Fang Bei's momentary stagnation and the risk of facing the blow of the Bone Erosion Sword fragments, he slapped Fang Bei's chest with one palm.

"Death to the thief!"

Ning Huan hated out.