As soon as they heard that the black iron stele-like sword weighed three hundred catties, the black armor sword halberd sergeants on the opposite side gasped in unison, and the three hundred catties caught up with a grinding plate, no wonder this thin monkey looked bitter and dragged the three hundred catties of sword around every day, and their faces were guaranteed to be more ugly than the hanging bell.

What the black-armored sword halberd sergeants heard was three hundred catties, but what Fang Dang heard was the swordsmanship of the hanging bell, which he would never learn.

I have to say that this sentence is that the other party has great lethality. Why did Fang Dang want to compete with the sword, that is, to strengthen himself, to make himself stronger, through the battle between the disciples of Yunjian Mountain, on the one hand, sharpening his swordsmanship, and at the same time, he was able to learn from the other party's swordsmanship, saying that he would never learn, Fang Dang did not believe it.

Fang Dang immediately opened his eyes, and the gaze of the sword looking at the hanging bell suddenly became eager.

The sword of the mountain splitting sword with the hanging bell to pull out the seedlings to help grow, teach the way of the heavy sword, the heavy sword of the hanging bell can only be pointed out by the sword of the mountain, of course, even the sword of the mountain splitting can be enough to explain the swordsmanship of the bell is very few, because the swordsmanship of the hanging bell is all the way, and even the sword of the mountain splitting can not accurately define the sword technique of the hanging bell is not a swordsmanship, the sword of the hanging bell is an evil road, not an orthodox sword, but as a sect, it must be inclusive, and it cannot be denied because it is different.

In one day, the Mountain Splitting Sword taught all the things that it could teach to the Hanging Bell, and as for how much the Hanging Bell could digest, it depended on the Hanging Bell's own creation.

Since it is to pull out the seedlings to help grow, it is necessary to swallow some pills that can increase strength and speed up the speed of the hanging bell, just like the strong pill that Fang Dang ate, the hanging bell took a strong tendon pill, this kind of pill will not change the cultivation state of the hanging bell, but it can improve the elasticity of the tendons and veins of the hanging bell in a short time.

Taking some pills before the game is not a glorious thing, but it is not a ban either, after all, this is a world where there is no urine test before the game.

The hanging bell glanced at Fang Dang, as if asking if Fang Dang was ready.

Fang Dang closed his eyes again, and the whole person was completely immersed, like the mud and sand rolled up by the whirlpool, they fell one after another, immersed in the depths of the sea, and the surroundings became quiet, in Fang Dang's world, there was only himself, and the pitch-black lifeless blunt blade on the opposite side!

The hanging bell suddenly exerted force with both hands, and the blunt blade was pulled up from the ground at once, and the tip of the sword was more than ten centimeters off the ground.

Fang Dang felt a little surprised, because there was still no sword light on Blut Wufeng's body, it was still the same pitch-black appearance as before, it was completely a dead thing, without the appearance of a living thing.

The hanging bell opened its mouth wide, and a loud roar broke out in its throat, which shocked the audience, and the dead grass around it shook violently, and they fell and flew one after another.

The disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain seemed to have known that the hanging bell would do this, so they covered their ears early, and the black-armored sword halberd sergeant, as well as the pigeon and others, were directly startled, and their eardrums were buzzing.

If it weren't for personal experience, no one would have believed that such a powerful roar could erupt from the thin body of the hanging bell.

Immediately after that, Dull Wufeng let out a roar, and slammed towards Fang Dang with a buzz.

Yes, it is smashed, the blunt blade is one meter wide, and the thickest place is thirty centimeters, even if it is a sword blade, it is also five centimeters wide, but the tip of the sword is very thin, quite sharp, but a sword light sword is not sharp, and it is not possible to say that it is an iron monument instead of a blunt blade is a sword.

Such a blade can't even cut through a piece of paper, but it can also smash anything into powder, and its lethality is not bad at all.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that the heavy and incomparably dull blade seems to have become lighter in the hand of the hanging bell at this time, as light as a feather, and the hanging bell is waved easily.

The blunt blade was still as black as a dead thing, and there was no spirituality at all, which showed that the hanging bell was wielding the sword completely on its own.

The three-hundred-pound heavy sword, dancing like this, how strong is the arm strength of the hanging bell?

Fang Dang didn't expect the hanging bell to be so fierce, his pupils shrank sharply, he jumped back desperately, and with a bang, the place where Fang Dang was originally standing was like an explosion, flying sand and stones, smoke and dust splashed, and a big pit was smashed out of the ground.

The slightest difference, Fang Dang will be hit, the three-hundred-pound heavy sword, smashed quickly, even if it is just next to the side, it is a blessing that the bones are broken and the tendons are broken.

The blunt blade suddenly rose again, but instead of attacking in a square swing, it swirled in place, the hanging bell was in the center of the whirlpool, constantly swinging its arms in a circle.

Fang Dang's footsteps landed here, and he was surprised by the inexplicability of the hanging bell, and the blunt Wufeng suddenly smashed towards Fang Dang again, this time the speed was faster and more incredible.

Fang Dang jumped and dodged again, however, although Fang Dang dodged fast enough, Blut Wufeng was faster, Blut Wufeng attacked in a state of centrifugal force, and the previous continuous rotation, although weird, had accumulated enough strength for Dull Wufeng.

The bell still swirled endlessly in the black whirlpool, and was even carried up by the blunt blade moving at high speed.

This sword side couldn't avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and stab it towards the hanging bell with the Chiba Blind Grass Sword.

The Chiba Blind Grass Sword is not blunt and bladeless, Fang Dang must put himself in danger of being slashed, and use his arm to grow the Chiba Blind Grass Sword.

Fang Dang's sword went straight to the door of the hanging bell's head, and once it was stabbed, the hanging bell would die immediately.

As long as the hanging bell doesn't want to die, it should be slightly blunt and bladeless, smashing Fang Dang's sword, so that the crisis of Fang Dang's blunt bladeless slash can be resolved.

However, Fang Dang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw the fear in the eyes of the hanging clock, the retreat in the eyes of the hanging clock, and even the panic that the hanging clock could not control.

But he couldn't see the slightest fear in the blunt edge in the hand of the hanging bell, and there was absolutely no intention of retreating.

At this time, the blunt Wufeng seemed to have completely fallen into an uncontrollable state, and the hanging clock could no longer control the blunt Wufeng.

It was Blut Wufeng who was acting with the Hanging Bell, and it was said that when the human sword was one, and Fang Dang and the Chiba Blind Grass Sword were combined, it was still Fang Dang who dominated the Chiba Blind Grass Sword, but after the Hanging Bell and the Blunt Wufeng were combined, it was the Blunt Wufeng who became the dominant.

No wonder the Mountain Splitting Sword said that he Fang Dang would never be able to learn the swordsmanship of the hanging bell, no one could learn such a swordsmanship, unless Fang Dang was willing to give up the dominance and give it to the Chiba Blind Grass Sword.

Now, even if Fang Dang kills the Hanging Bell with a sword, Blunt Wufeng will not avoid it, when the time comes, it will be a lose-lose situation, Fang Dang can certainly stab the Hanging Bell to death with a sword, and at the same time, Blunt Wufeng will also smash the other Fang Dang into a pulp.

The hanging bell didn't want to die, but he couldn't help himself, and Fang Dang didn't want to die, so he could only find a way for both sides to live.

Fang Dang gritted his teeth, the Qianye Blind Grass Sword in his hand changed direction violently, from a thorn to a hard resistance, with a loud bang, Fang Dang and his sword were smashed out alive, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, and the hot blood drew an arc, following Fang Dang.

Fang Dang got up immediately after falling to the ground, but his face was pale, blood was dripping in his mouth, and the light on the body of the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword decreased sharply, and he collapsed.

This was still the result of Fang Dang eating a strong pill to increase the strength of his body, otherwise, this sword would have smashed down, and Fang Dang would have been even more seriously injured now.

With this sword exchange, all the medicinal effects of the powerful pill that Fang Dang ate were used up, and he also suffered a lot of internal injuries, and he lost extremely miserably.

Blunt Wufeng took advantage of the momentum, and there was absolutely no intention of letting go of Fang Dang, the thick sword body drew a crisp arc in the air, and smashed down towards the top of Fang Dang's head.

The strange poison inner pill on the tip of Fang Dang's tongue trembled violently, and the fit between Fang Dang and the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword instantly reached its peak, Fang Dang poured into the sword body of the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword in one fell swoop, and the surrounding world instantly became extremely simple, even the thousands of swords of the disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain disappeared, and there were only two swords in the whole world, one was blunt and bladeless, and the other was the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword.

Combined with the radical state brought about by the Strange Poison Inner Pill, time began to slow down rapidly.

At this moment, Fang Dang saw the light on Blunt Wufeng's body, and other swords emitted all kinds of light when they took the Chiba Blind Grass Sword as their own perspective, but Dull Wufeng had always been just a piece of black iron, but now, this sword had changed its appearance, not light, but a fierce ghost.

This fierce ghost was like a layer of pitch-black mist, flashing, Fang Dang couldn't see the truth at all, just a vague shadow, but this shadow still made Fang Dang gasp.

Fang Dang felt that he was not fighting with people at this time, but with ghosts.

Blunt Wufeng smashed down hard, getting closer and closer to the top of Fang Dang's head, and he was about to smash Fang Dang into a meatloaf with one blow.

At this time, Fang Dang had completely given up the idea of learning swordsmanship from the hanging clock, although he couldn't learn swordsmanship, Fang Dang still learned something about swords, that is, never become a swordsman who was mastered by swords.

Fang Dang took a deep breath and found a flaw in the slow Dull Wufeng, the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword, which had no brilliance at all, bounced out in Fang Dang's hand, but the speed of Fang Dang's sword was not too fast, the world time in his eyes had slowed down, it didn't mean that Fang Dang's speed had become faster. The biggest gain that the aggressive state brought to Fang Dang was the ability to find the opponent's weaknesses at a slow speed, and at the same time to have more time to think and find a way to fight the enemy.

At the same time, Fang Dang leaned back with all his might, Fang Dang saw the incoming lines of the blunt Wufeng clearly, and tried his best to avoid the blunt Wufeng, and the blunt Wufeng brushed Fang Dang's scalp and smashed over.

With a blunt and bladeless slash, with a pop, the Chiba Blind Grass Sword poured directly into the belly of the hanging bell, passing through the body, revealing a sword body of more than ten centimeters from behind.

At the same time, Kankan avoided the blunt Fang Dang, and kicked the hilt of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword that pierced into the belly of the Hanging Bell, and with a click, the Chiba Blind Grass Sword slashed to the side, directly disemboweling the Hanging Bell.

Without the fulcrum of the hanging bell, the blunt Wufeng immediately flew out under the action of centrifugal force, and with a ding, this time, the hilt of the sword sank into the ground, so that the blunt Wufeng completely turned into a tombstone, with the tip of the sword pointing upward.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, under the dazzle, Fang Dang went to the next city.

From the beginning to the end, this qiē was only a mere three or four moves, and it was always the hanging bell that had the absolute upper hand, pressing Fang Dang and slashing, but no one thought that the result would suddenly become like this.

Fang Dang's ejected sword was quite mysterious, this sword had a very good grasp of time and speed, and at the same time, the flicking sword shot also reversed the disadvantage caused by the different lengths of the two swords to the greatest extent. It can be called a stroke of genius, even the disciples of Yunjian Mountain have to secretly applaud Fang Dang's sword.

Even Ziwu felt that if he was Fang Dang, he could only use this move to break the blunt bladeless slash.

The hanging bell was dying, not yet dead, but only a few seconds were left before death, and blood was all running on the ground.

Fang Dang squatted directly beside the hanging bell, and then began to search for the hanging bell, only to find another bag.

Fang Dang's behavior made the Yun Jian Mountain on the opposite side furious, those who had not experienced Fang Dang's search for Han Wang before, gritted their teeth, wishing that Fang Dang would be stabbed to death with a sword now.

Fang Dang already had a certain understanding of the bag on the disciple of Yunjian Mountain, and when he opened it and poured it out, it was four pills. Fang Dang didn't care what it was, he just threw it into his mouth and ate it like a snack.

Fang Dang was chewing, and the hanging bell, which had fallen to the ground and had no movement at all, sat up violently, and pinched Fang Dang's neck as soon as he stretched out his hand, and there was a creaking sound from Fang Dang's neck.

Fang Dang was shocked, the Yunjian Mountain monk was shocked, Princess Jing and the others were shocked.

This is something that no one expected, the hanging bell has been cut open by Fang Dang, most of the body is cracked, only half of the upper body and the lower body are connected, and the intestines flow everywhere, in this case, how can the hanging bell still be alive?

Only the Mountain Splitting Sword seemed to have known that this would be the case, and his face remained silent.

was pinched by his neck, Fang Dang's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and Fang Dang saw that the tendons and veins in the belly where the hanging bell was cut were all drilled out of the flesh, dancing like a snake, pulling back the intestines that flowed out of the hanging bell, and then these tendons and veins were connected together one by one.

Fang Dang had seen this scene, when he was escorting the treasure goods, the general of the strong tendon realm was cut off his head, it was like this, the tendons and veins drilled out and joined each other.

Could it be that this hanging bell turned out to be a martial artist at the level of strong muscles? Could it be that his previous swordsmanship strength and so on were all pretended?

"No, it's impossible!" Fang Dang's grandfather immediately denied Fang Dang's judgment.

"The existence of the strong tendon level can indeed be connected by the tendons and veins to repair the injury, but the flesh is cut and fatally injured, and the injuries are irreversible, and the tendons and veins are connected together, which can only temporarily ensure the life of the warrior at the strong tendon level, maybe some can really save their lives, but the wounds that were once used will become the fatal injuries of the warriors at the strong tendon level forever, and even because of this, they can no longer use their fists and feet, and all their martial arts are tragically abolished.

A strong muscle martial artist may pretend to be a blood quenching level martial artist, but he will never joke with his own life, the reason why this hanging bell has such a strong muscle level martial artist at this time should be that he has taken some kind of pill that can temporarily play a role in strengthening muscles. It's like if you take a strong pill. ”

Fang Dang suddenly felt that what Grandpa said this time was good.

This qiē exchange flashed in Fang Dang's mind, Fang Dang's hands violently grabbed the hands of the hanging bell, and at this time, Fang Dang's mouth was thrown around.

The hanging bell was disemboweled by Fang Dang and knew that he couldn't live, so he was ruthless to drag Fang Dang to die together, and he was also confident that he could strangle Fang Dang alive.

Don't look at the hanging bell as thin as dry wood, but his strength is really not small, otherwise it is impossible to wave the blunt Wufeng like a windmill, although the blunt Wufeng has its own will and occupies a dominant position, but the premise of a qiē is on the hanging bell, if the hanging bell has no strength to dance the blunt Wufeng, even if the blunt Wufeng is higher, it is useless.

The hanging bell's hands can pinch the iron bar out of his hand, and it is not a problem to crush Fang Dang's neck at all.

Seeing that the hanging bell was about to succeed, it was useless for Fang Dang to struggle no matter how much he struggled, but as Fang Dang's hands were on his hands, the hanging bell suddenly felt numb in his hands, and this numbness continued to rise along his hands, followed by his arms, shoulders, neck and even both feet began to become numb......

It seems that the hands, arms, and neck are no longer their own, and now not only is they numb, but what is even more terrifying is that the hanging bell is completely unable to perceive their existence.

The hanging bell was stunned, he didn't know what had happened to him, let alone what Fang Dang had done to him.

Then he saw Fang Dang lightly break his hands, and then he watched Fang Dang pinching his neck with one hand, and the hanging bell felt like a chicken tied up to be slaughtered, and his life and death were completely controlled by Fang Dang.

At this moment, the hanging bell felt that he was flying, Fang Dang threw him out, the hanging bell flew straight upside down, the soft wind in his ears, the world in front of him kept surging forward, and then the hanging bell was facing the sky, the blue sky was in front of the hanging clock, and the vast and boundless sky and sea were like a jewel, pure and flawless.

"Is this the end of my life? "Hanging Bell's heart burned like a flame, just like the other Yunjian Mountain disciples who died in Fang Dang's hands, he had his own big dreams, they all believed that they were the only ones in this world, they all thought that they were the protagonists of this world, and even the whole world was for them, it was too difficult for Hanging Zhong to accept such a death full of setbacks and failures.

Just when Hanging Zhong roared in his heart, the paralyzing feeling suddenly dissipated, and Hanging Zhong's hands, arms, neck, and even feet all suddenly regained their freedom of movement.

The hanging bell was about to stabilize his body in the air and land smoothly, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back, and then a small mountain drilled out of his chest.

Hanging Zhong stared blankly at the hill that had come out of his chest, and Hanging Zhong knew that this was not a mountain, but the tip of his blunt sword. From the time he grabbed Dull Wufeng and started to practice swords, many people ridiculed his Dull Wufeng as a tombstone, but I didn't expect that this time, Dull Wufeng really became a tombstone.

The body of the hanging bell was still slowly sinking, and the hill that came out of the chest grew higher and higher, and the bright red color flowed on it, which was the hot blood of the hanging bell.

A large mouthful of blood flowed from the mouth of the hanging bell, and the hanging bell wanted to raise his head to look around, but found that he couldn't do it at all, what he could do at this time was to look at the blue sky face to face.

An eagle soared through the air, and the hanging bell vomited blood while laughing...... I1387