Yuema Heqiao said proudly: "If you are someone else, you are naturally not worthy of pride, but if it is my doppelganger, isn't it worth your pride?"

Fang Fan stretched out his hands, then shook his head and said: "I really didn't expect the Prancing Horse Gang Leader to be so alert now, the clone stayed outside, but the real body was hidden underground, it is really very different from the Prancing Horse River Bridge I heard about." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yuema Heqiao could naturally hear the irony in Fang Fan's tone, but he was unusually not angry, but a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It is not uncommon for horses to stumble, especially in this dangerous place full of hidden arrows, it is always not wrong to be careful."

Fang Fan was surprised: "It's really a big surprise that the Prancing Horse Gang Leader can still take others in his eyes."

Yuema Heqiao snorted coldly, and said: "It's just that I don't care about the villain's tricks, who deserves my attention in this land?"

Fang Fan pointed to his nose and said with a smile in his eyes, "What about me?"

"You?" Yuema Heqiao looked up to the sky and laughed, "A dead man is also worth my heart?"

Fang Fan said with a smile: "You said before that I won't live long, but I'm still alive now."

"Then let me send you to the western heavens!" Yuema Heqiao's eyes suddenly became cold, and the Tugong Sword danced quickly in front of him, and suddenly condensed several boulders, rumbling towards Fang Fan.

Fang Fan sighed in disappointment and said, "If it's such a swordsmanship, then the strength of the Prancing Horse Gang Leader needs to be re-evaluated."

Before the words fell, a sand sword condensed from yellow sand appeared in Fang Fan's left palm, stabbing like a meteor towards the attacking boulder. Fang Fan's chosen method of breaking the move was really strange, he didn't swing his sword to cut the boulder, but to stab, which was really confusing.

In the next second, there was an answer, the sand sword stabbed the big stone, instead of knocking Fang Fan into the air, the big stone turned into a ball of sand, several swords stabbed out, and the yellow sand in the air was everywhere, but it was soon washed away by the rain.

"The continuous rain should have a great impact on the swordsmanship of the Prancing Horse Gang Leader, right?" Sha Jian retracted into his left arm again, and Fang Fan showed a mouthful of white teeth at the Yuema River Bridge.

Yuema Heqiao didn't answer, just picked up the sword and floated towards Fang Fan with the Tugong Sword. Although his body was as light as a swallow, the sword stabbed out of the river bridge on the leaping horse was extremely heavy, giving people the feeling that he was not carrying a sword in his hand, but as if he was holding a majestic mountain peak that was enough to crush the heavens and the earth.

Although Fang Fan didn't take the Yuema River Bridge to heart everywhere, he didn't dare to slack off at all when the Yuema River Bridge became serious. In the past, the only thing he could do when he encountered this sword was to make a hard touch, but since he cultivated "Wandering Dragon Change", he had at least two ways to get rid of the qi that locked him.

This is just the cultivation of "Wandering Dragon Hundred Changes", if you cultivate "Wandering Dragon Hundred Changes" to a high and profound realm, you can at least find nearly a hundred ways to dodge. The so-called "Swimming Dragon" is that it can make all kinds of changes in tricks in an instant.

The left foot and the right foot stepped out almost at the same time, giving people the feeling that Fang Fan had taken a step forward, and the mountain peak Huo Ran swept past him, and the heavy air pressure almost pulled Fang Fan's body to the side. In the next second, a trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the river bridge on the leaping horse, and the mountain peaks shook suddenly, and the rubble rolled down, as if a major earthquake was brewing.

With a bang, the mountain peaks exploded, and the rocks splattered everywhere, slashing at Fang Fan.

Powerful gravel of different sizes gradually enlarged in his pupils, Fang Fan's lips pursed tightly, and a sand sword appeared in each of his hands, laying a fine red light in front of him.

The sword light flickered and dimmed, and when the gravel hit the light building, it was instantly crushed into powder by the breathtaking sword qi. It seemed that Fang Fan had overwhelmed the momentum of the Yuema River Bridge, but after a long time, even if the True Qi could maintain a high degree of consumption for a long time, the meridians could not keep the True Qi from passing through sharply, the internal force was too strong, and the meridians would swell until they burst.

Gradually, the twin swords danced more and more slowly, and the exposed void became larger and larger, and there were already pebbles the size of beans in the powdery stone chips under Fang Fan's feet, and as time passed, the pebbles the size of beans gradually became the size of broad beans.

Fang Fan's arms gradually became sore, as if he had dozens of catties of boulders tied, and it became extremely laborious to lift them. But the towering mountain peak had just shrunk into a low mountain, and the swarming rubble became more and more urgent, wanting to knock Fang Fan into a place of no return.

Fang Fan gritted his teeth violently, and then burst out with a wild roar, his wheat-colored skin suddenly turned red, and the rain hit his hot body, instantly rising hot steam, like a chimney emitting billowing smoke.

In an instant, Fang Fan was like a divine helper, the scattered light suddenly glowed red, and the scorching sword qi like magma melted the broken stone into water one after another, and the power revealed by the complete "Burning Evil Technique" was as simple as one plus one.

After a while, the overwhelming rubble became clearer, and at the same time, the light that wrapped Fang Fan gradually dimmed until it disappeared with the rubble.

At the moment when Fang Fan put down his sour arms, the leaping horse and the river bridge immediately rushed up, and the Tugong sword sparked at Fang Fan's eyebrows, no matter how fierce the previous sword move was, it was all for this unexpected sword, this was his real killing move.

It's a long wait, but as long as the result is pleasing to the eye, it's all worth it, and in battle, the leaping horse is undoubtedly a man with excellent patience, and patience often makes people strong.

Fang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, his right foot stepped to the other side of his left foot, two ** forks, he didn't know how to change his figure, and he arrived at the back of the river bridge on the leaping horse, and the sand sword in his hand stabbed at the back of the river bridge on the leaping horse like a rainbow of lightning.

"I expected you to do this." Yuema River Bridge opened his mouth calmly, with a touch of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Huo Ran, the Tugong sword held in his right hand, stabbed out from the left rib backwards, the sword momentum was indescribably strange, and the sword speed was indescribably fast. In the blink of an eye, the earth light flashed, a blood flower splashed in the air, Fang Fan's throat had an extra sword, the sword had penetrated his neck, and a sticky blood line was flowing down from the blood-red tip of the sword.

Yuema, who had his back to Fang Fan, said coldly: "If people have self-knowledge, maybe they won't have a short life."

Where could Fang Fan still speak, he was so angry that all that came out of his mouth was blood foam, his narrow eyes were round, and the whites of his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood, as if he was out of breath more and less in breath.

The leaping horse took a sip on the river bridge, and with a puff pulled out the sword, and the sword sank into the sheath half an inch, and suddenly his feet shook, and a hand like an eagle's claw suddenly broke through the ground, and grabbed his ankle violently, and the nails of his five fingers sank deep into the flesh.