"Who is this person?"

After the ring was quiet, there was an immediate uproar.

Many people in the martial arts looked at Wang Tianming as if they were looking at an idiot.

After all, Fang Xu is a well-known martial arts list thirteen, a master of the Great Perfection! The number one person on the ironclad hidden dragon list!

How do you have to know how high the sky is high and thick, so you will directly invite you to fight?

Although this person's previous move of kicking down the lord was also very amazing, there was still a lot of distance between him and the pride of the sky.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Red Leaf Divine Monk glanced at each other in disbelief and slowly shook their heads.

After an instant, many eyes were projected onto Fang Yuan, all of them looking excited.

Will this martial arts thirteen accept the invitation to fight?

As soon as the white shadow flashed, Fang Yuan came to the ring with a faint expression: "Since this is the case, come and lead the death!" ”

"It turned out to be a battle of life and death?"

The monk's face was compassionate, and his hands were folded: "Two donors, don't hurt the peace of heaven!" ”

"Good! A battle of life and death is a battle of life and death! ”

Wang Tianming put his hands behind his back, only to feel that the fighting intent was burning.

"Amitabha, when you think of evil, you will sow the fruits of evil!" The monk shook his head and sighed, and glanced at the Heavenly Sword Sect Master silently, as if he was helpless, and seemed to have something else.

Above the ring.

"The day...... I, Wang Tianming, have been waiting for three whole years! ”

Although Wang Tianming's words were excited, his martial arts style was tempered thousands of times, and he was as immobile as a mountain, which was an instinct that came out of continuous hard practice.

"Yes......"

The three-year covenant of the children of the world is also interesting.

Fang Yuan thought faintly in his heart: "Just take a look...... What a surprise can you give me! Xuanbing Divine Palm! ”

He slapped his palm, the frost condensed, and the temperature around him suddenly plummeted.

"Drink, Seven Kills Tiger Roaring Fist!"

Wang Tianming punched out, and the fist wind roared, as if there was really a tiger roaring and roaring.

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected, and the bodies of both of them shook for a while.

"Oh? Seven Killing Fist Intent? Drunken Taoist? ”

Fang Yuan stood still and said slowly.

"It's ......"

On the stage, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master's eyes lit up: "The Seven Killing Tiger Roaring Fist of the Drunken Daoist back then? ”

"And ...... To be able to compete with Fang Xu Fang Gongzi's Xuan Bing Palm, he must have also reached the point of comprehending the fist intent, is this son named Wang Tianming? actually comprehended the artistic conception, and it was on an equal footing with Fang Xu, which was the realm of the innate Great Perfection! The Fire Venerable stroked his beard: "The old man once owed a favor to the drunken Taoist, but he can't see his heir die here." ”

"Great Perfection!"

"So young, not under Fang Xu!"

……

After one move, the martial arts people in the audience immediately became noisy.

No one asked for three years of diving cultivation, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop!

No matter what, after Wang Tianming's battle, his reputation will inevitably spread all over the world!

Rao was like this, and he didn't have the slightest joy on his face, but stared at his enemy intently: "How is it? Fang Xu, do you regret giving me three years, in just three years, I will catch up with you, and I will leave you far behind! ”

At this time, his heart was filled with a sense of revenge.

After the idea is reached, even the martial arts seem to be going further and improving!

"Don't be ashamed!"

Fang Yuan collected his strength, his martial arts remained at the level of the Great Perfection, and his artistic conception was at the subtle level, and he slapped it out with one palm: "Proud Han Divine Palm!" ”

"Drink! Seven Kills Fist Intent, Drunken Fist Fist Intent, Seven Kills Drunken Fist! ”

Wang Tianming hypnotized himself in an instant, his face was red, his spirit seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and he punched out, and the power increased more than twice as much as before?

"Drunken fist?"

In this life, there are also martial arts such as drunken boxing, not only are the shots out of order, and they can't be prevented, but the key is to obtain greater strength than ordinary through anesthesia and hypnosis, which is comparable to a person with natural divine power.

The foundation is coming, coupled with the subtlety of martial arts, the lethality is naturally incomparable.

"That's ......"

On the stage, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the others all had bright eyes: "At a young age, comprehend two artistic conceptions, and even be able to merge them into one move, genius!" What a genius in the world! ”

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected for the second time, Wang Tianming did not move at all, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to take a step back.

"Haha!"

Wang Tianming looked up at the sky and roared: "Fang Xu, today I want you to return the shame you brought me in the past, ten times and a hundred times!" ”

He seemed to be incarnated as a drunken tiger, flying fiercely, and his every move was with boundless power, forcing Fang Yuan to keep dodging.

And this scene, it can be seen that those onlookers are also silent.

"Drizzle Sword Fang Xu, are you going to be defeated? Lost to an unknown newcomer? ”

"This newcomer is a bit fierce, haven't you heard the comments of the Sword Sect? The congenital great consummation, and the fusion of two artistic conceptions, a peerless genius! ”

"It's miserable, Fang Xu is going to be planted!"

……

However, on the stage, Fang Yuan kept dodging, but he let Wang Tianming attack, and a stick of incense was still standing in the past, not even the corners of his clothes were touched.

"Huh?"

On the stage, the monk took the lead in stopping the Buddha string in his hand: "It seems that something is wrong!" ”

"Whirring ......"

Wang Tianming stopped suddenly, and the drunkenness on his face recovered.

"What? Is the loss of Zena? ”

Fang Yuan's figure transformed, like a wisp of breeze, fluctuating and rippling with the wind.

"It's ...... What's the body? ”

Wang Tianming gasped and asked.

"Water benefits all things without fighting, and weathering into the world without realizing it...... This is my phantom body! ”

Fang Yuan casually made up a name: "What do you think...... Are you the only one making progress? ”

As he spoke, his figure was like a dream, and he flew forward.

"Seven Kills Drunken Tiger!"

Wang Tianming punched out, but Fang Yuan's figure was like a piece of paper, rippling with the wind of the fist, and he was not injured at all, but he folded again, crashed into his arms, and pressed his palm to his heart.

Burst!

Wang Tianming immediately took a few steps back, knelt on the edge of the ring, his face was blue, his lips were purple, his face was covered with a layer of frost, he was trembling, and he was speechless.

"Heavenly !!"

Under the ring, Ling Xian'er looked at this scene, and her eyes were really split, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

Fang Yuan's expression was faint, he took two steps forward and raised his palm.

"Wait!"

"Amitabha!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Divine Monk spoke at the same time: "Be forgiving and forgiving!" ”

"Hehe......" Fang Yuan stood with his hands in his hands, and glanced at him coldly: "Where were you when I fell into a crisis before?" The two of you are a little too helpful! ”

Whoosh!

The figure flashed, and the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Divine Monk had already come to the ring, with solemn expressions and vaguely guarded.

"Oh? Looks...... You have a great prejudice against me, this ring ...... Originally, it was also for me, right? If this stupid boy doesn't come up, you're going to send someone to find out what I'm doing? ”

Fang Yuan asked with a sneer.

"Amitabha, the poor monk does have a thing, I want to ask the donor!" The monk clasped his hands together, like angry eyes: "Three years ago, on the third day of the third month of March, the nineteenth day of the first month of March, and the first day of the first day of April, where is the donor, can anyone testify?" ”

"What?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Wang Tianming and Ling Xian'er suddenly exclaimed.

Because those few days are really fresh in their memories: "Master, what do you mean...... Demon Lord of Change?! ”

"That's right, after many investigations by Lao Wei, the true body of the Hundred Variations Demon Lord is very likely to be this young master of the Junshan Sect, Drizzle Sword Fang Xu!" The monk clasped his hands together: "And Fang Cai, the body you have revealed, but there is also an old man who recognizes it!" ”

"The deceased? Could it be the Demon Emperor? ”

Fang Yuan smiled: "I didn't expect that I was really good-looking, in order to deal with me, you guys actually joined forces!" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was tantamount to admitting it, and everyone in the martial arts suddenly shouted: "What? Fang Xu is the Demon Lord of Change? ”

"This person is cruel, and he is in danger of mountains and rivers!"

"I'm going to avenge my father!"

"It turns out that the enemy is here!"

Thousands of people pointed out, no illness ended!

The huge pressure suddenly fell on Fang Yuan, but unfortunately, for him, it was just a breeze.

"Amitabha, Lao Wei is only thirty percent sure, so he let the Heavenly Sword Sect Master try you, I didn't expect the donor to admit it himself!"

The monk was also a little surprised.

"Huh...... Because I have no scruples! ”

Long before leaving, Fang Yuan had arranged for Fang Tianhan and Jiang Xinlan to go away, not to mention, with his help, Fang Tianhan had been in the mood for three years, and he was already a god-level martial artist, looking at the world, he could go anywhere.

In this way, you will naturally have no worries and can give it a go.

"The Demon Emperor of the World, still hasn't shown up yet?"

Fang Yuan looked somewhere.

Bang!

The secret door exploded, and the Demon Emperor of the World led a group of demon gate masters to come, and his demeanor was the same as always: "Demon Lord of Hundred Changes...... The last defeat at your hands has always been a shame for this seat, and today, this seat will be taught again! ”

"Very good, plus you, the god-level martial artists in the martial arts, are all here!" Fang Yuan nodded: "Nice trap!" ”

Wang Tianming looked at this scene in a daze, and he didn't know how he felt in his heart.

'Fang Xu, your talent can surpass me......

A kind of unwillingness and resentment, like a poisonous snake, kept devouring his heart, but at the same time, there was some secret pleasure: 'But you're finished! You are the Demon Lord of Change, and you cannot tolerate both good and evil! You're dead today! ’

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bring a smile.

"Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Divine Monk, you guard the surroundings!"

The Demon Emperor strode forward, and with every step he took, the aura on his body skyrocketed, and his voice was like thunder: "Hundred Transformations Demon Lord Fang Xu, I will once again learn your high moves!" ”

"Humph!"

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, stepped forward without dodging or dodging, and the water and fire shield on his body appeared.

The Demon Emperor threw a punch and landed on the shield, still unable to break through the defense.

"Drink! With the evil spirits, there is no need to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes, everyone goes together! ”

Just in an instant, there were two more figures next to him, one holding a knife and the other using a sword, and the weapons in his hands exuded a terrifying aura, all of them were at the level of divine blades!

Seventh on the martial arts list, the sword demon has no twins! Eighth on the martial arts list, the king of the sword!

"Die!"

In this world, even Fang Yuan didn't dare to use his body to fight with the divine soldiers, and with a touch of his waist, the drizzle sword fell into his hand like a silver snake: "A sword in the breeze!" ”

Shout!

The clear light flashed, like a cow being dissolved, and it was submerged in the sword light.

Two muffled grunts came, and the light flickered.

Wushuangzi and Xiang Wang clutched their throats, their faces full of disbelief: "No...... Probably ......"