Qing Xiu didn't seem to expect that Fang Fan would perceive his position, seeing Fang Fan looking at him, his face changed instantly, but he couldn't accept it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Facing Qing Xiu's leg shear, Fang Fan just made the simplest action - squatting.

The big scissors swept over his head, and the blood-sucking sword stabbed upwards without hesitation, Qing Xiu could naturally sense the strong wind under him, he gritted his teeth violently, his body spun rapidly like a spinning top, and his palms slapped Fang Fan several times in a row, and he rose into the air with his strength.

Fang Fan took two steps forward, stopped again, and two wind blades had already been kicked out by Qing Xiu, Fang Fan swayed from side to side, his body suddenly dodged the oncoming wind blades, and he stopped stepping forward.

Qing Xiu has landed, and there is no point in chasing it again.

Qing Xiu didn't look at Fang Fan for the first time, but looked down at his hands, his hands had been pierced into several transparent sword holes, and with a slight movement in his mind, the sword holes began to heal rapidly.

The injury was fine, but Qing Xiu's heart sank, and Fang Fan's sword could penetrate his body!

Although Fang Fan's strength was not weak, he hadn't taken it to heart, he couldn't even break his defenses, so why should he care?

But now it's different, Fang Fan can already hurt him, he must also think of a terrible thing, he is very likely to die!

Qing Xiu is not a person who is not afraid of death, especially after getting a new life, he is even more afraid of death, he is afraid that thousands of years of hard work will be in vain, and he is afraid that he will die before he has used the things under his crotch.

Qing Xiu's heart is in turmoil, in your life and death, if a person's heart is chaotic, it is not far from death.

Qing Xiu's eyelids suddenly jumped wildly, and he suddenly felt extremely uneasy in his heart, he raised his head suddenly, only to see a flash of cold light, and the blood-sucking sword slashed across his throat.

There was no blood spilled, and there was no gurgling sound that cut through the throat, Qing Xiu's eyes widened in disbelief, his head slid flat off his body, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and the human head bounced on the ground like a leather ball, rolling into the corner.

The incision on the neck was extremely flat, obviously with a serrated knife, but the wound was only a straight line, and there was no head, so the headless corpse shook twice and fell to the ground with a bang.

The dust flew up, but Fang Fan hesitated a little, Qing Xiu died too quickly, which made him even more uneasy, people have no heads, naturally they will not die, but is Qing Xiu a human being?

Fang Fan put the sword back into the scabbard with a deep sigh, and waited for a long time, Qing Xiu still didn't make any movement, finally, Fang Fan calmed down, walked to the side of the headless corpse, and half-squatted down.

At this moment, a red light suddenly flashed in front of Fang Fan's eyes, it was a dagger, the dagger was held in Qing Xiu's hand, and Qing Xiu could scratch Fang Fan's throat just by raising his hand slightly.

No one could catch this blow without being guarded, and even if he was prepared, it would not be easy to dodge this blow, but Fang Fan had already taken precautions and was ready to strike at any time, he also expected that Qing Xiu would make such a move, and all the two fingers he had already stretched out quickly clamped the dagger.

With a click, the dagger broke into two, and immediately turned into flames and merged into the osteoetis on the finger, which was a 'spiritual heart sword finger'.

Qing Xiu didn't expect Fang Fan's move to be so fast, the dagger broke, his left palm slapped out at the same time, and Fang Fan's right palm also slapped out, but Qing Xiu's left palm slapped his chest, and his right palm slapped on the ground.

With a muffled bang, Fang Fan suddenly slid back a few meters, and when he got up, Qing Xiu also got up, as if he was playing a trick, his chest bulged suddenly, and a head drilled upward, except for his skin was a little pale, his face was the same as usual.

"How do you see that?" This is the first sentence of Qing Xiu.

Hearing this, Fang Fan's gaze suddenly became weird, and he said, "The reason is very simple, you didn't turn into flames after you died."

Qing Xiu was stunned, he actually forgot about this stubble, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, this is not just a stupid move, this self-righteous trick is a clever trick, it is so stupid that it can't be more stupid.

But he was still not reconciled, and said, "What if I couldn't turn into flames in the first place?"

Fang Fan said: "Whether you will or not, it will make me wary."

In fact, there is a sentence that Fang Fan can't say, the reason why he is ready to make a move at any time is not all because Qing Xiu did not turn into flames, the reason why he was indecisive and waited for a long time was because he was waiting for the refresh time of the system, five minutes had passed, and Qing Xiu had not disappeared, which could only show that Qing Xiu had not died.

"I'm curious, are you immortal, without a head, you can still give birth to one." Fang Fan said.

"Am I immortal, can you try it?" Qing Xiu said with a smile.

Fang Fan smiled, he didn't come up with Qing Xiu's words, but at this time, shouldn't the villain speak out about his weaknesses and die of talking too much?

Of course, this was just a joke in Fang Fan's heart, since he couldn't ask, there was only one way, to chop Qing Xiu into meat puree!

Whether it's an immortal body or not, chopped into mashed meat, see how you don't die?

The sword swept through the air like a stream of autumn water, and when it stabbed at Qing Xiu's left rib, the sword body suddenly burst into purple flames, and the tip of the sword was already on Qing Xiu's skin, but Qing Xiu's left half of his body suddenly fell in.

The sword was already weak, so Fang Fan immediately changed his move, and with a flash of purple light, he slashed horizontally with the blood-sucking sword.

Qing Xiu still shrunk back, this time his entire upper body was glued together, it was hard to imagine how such a piece of paper body could support the human head on his neck.

The sword came out twice, it was still useless, his strength was exhausted, Fang Fan put away the sword, and Qing Xiu was close, he was always at a disadvantage, not because Qing Xiu's martial arts were too high, but because Qing Xiu did not have the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in his body, no meridians, no flesh and blood, and Qing Xiu was close to only two words.

Fang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately withdrew and retreated, however, before he could withdraw half a step, Qing Xiu ejected back like a spring, and with both palms out, the fire dragon wearing golden scale armor roared out again.

Almost as soon as Fang Fan stepped forward, the fire dragon followed, and there was only three inches between a person and a dragon, and these three inches were the distance between life and death.

Fang Fan's clothes hunted, and his black hair also broke free from the restraints, dancing wildly in the air, the black strips of cloth were swept up by the wind, floating desolate in the air, suddenly, shattered into countless pieces.

At the same time, Fang Fan had already swung out the sword at an incredible angle, and with the swing of this sword, the fire dragon advanced another inch, but it was only the end of it, the cold light appeared, the fire dragon stopped suddenly, and in an instant, the dragon body was split in half, and then the fire dragon was slashed, and there was a gap of twenty meters between Fang Fan and Qing Xiu.

The two looked at each other, no one took a step forward, the two of them seemed to have a heart, and they both wanted to end this fight, so this would be the last blow and the most dangerous blow.

The breath rose, and the two looked at each other calmly, like lovers who had not seen each other for many years, and they had never said a word, but their eyes were already red.

The redness was naturally not because there were tears overflowing in the eyes, but because the breaths collided, and the eyes seemed to have thousands of needles through them, but neither of them dared to blink their eyes, because they both knew that life and death were in the blink of an eye.