Xue Xiaoren is an assassin!

To be an assassin is to miss a single blow and run away immediately, never putting yourself in danger!

Even though he had a good grasp of the timing, strength, and direction of his sword, and even felt that it was enough to kill Fang Ming with a single sword, even if there was a one-in-ten thousand danger, it was not enough for him to look back!

Because he values his life more than anything else!

Therefore, after his sword, he rushed up without looking back, and the direction was Xuejiazhuang!

Even if that sword missed, Fang Ming turned around and chased him, he was not afraid at all! Because there is Xue Yiren, the world's number one swordsman, in Xuejiazhuang!

Maybe Fang Ming's martial arts are very powerful, but there is absolutely no one in the world who can resist the joint blow of Xue Yiren and Xue Xiaoren, even the jellyfish Yin Ji can't!

At the same time as he turned around, Xue Xiaoren had already calculated everything, and he didn't even need to find an excuse! Because what would an idiot know?

This kind of martial arts, such scheming, has exceeded Zamuhe I don't know how much!

Fang Ming also saw this viper-like sword light!

Although it was only a sword, it was more dangerous and terrifying than the hundreds of swords and thousands of swords that Xue Xiaoren had stabbed before!

There was a rapid sneering sound in the air, and Fang Ming's sea of consciousness seemed to see the scene of a poisonous snake that had cultivated for thousands of years taking off!

No, this is not a viper anymore! Instead, it grew a horn and claws in mid-air, turning into a dragon! A poisonous Jiao!

Xue Xiaoren's hand is simply a stroke of genius, even beyond his current limit!

But even with such a sword, it only made Fang Ming's eyes fluctuate slightly.

His soul was unwavering, and under the operation of sitting and forgetting the scriptures, he had already analyzed all this sword in half an instant, and prepared countermeasures!

Sometimes, even if the mind thinks about it, people's hands and feet will not be able to keep up, but Fang Ming will never have such a situation!

Almost in the midst of the lightning, he took a deep breath, his whole chest sunken, and he retreated a few feet when it was impossible!

Boom!

The coat on his body was automatically unfastened, and the soft strength covered his clothes, causing the robe to swell up like a canvas full of wind, and instantly hard as iron!

Click!

The blade of the sword pierced the clothes, but it formed a whirlpool, and the outer robe was rolled upside down, with the force of tumbling, and the tip of the sword was actually twisted by the clothes and fell to the ground!

See the dragon unloaded!

Since ancient times, the high-ranking monks and heroes who have been dressed as sticks will definitely not be able to do Fang Ming's level at this time.

"Very good...... This sword is enough to rank among the top three in the world! ”

Fang Ming sighed in admiration, and the dragon and tiger steps under his feet, every leap ran out of nine zhang away, and he reached behind Xue Xiaoren in three steps.

Xue Xiaoren was shocked, even if his brother Xue Yiren came, it would be impossible for him to take his sword unharmed, he didn't believe that there was such a person in the world at all!

Ding!

A black short sword flew out of his sleeve robe again, and Xue Xiaoren's hand was even more magically juggling, with an intricately constructed cylinder.

In the sound of the machine, dozens of cold rays scattered like a raging storm.

This is his treasure, the world-famous 'Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Heavenly Demon God Needle' in the past! The power of this hidden weapon in the rivers and lakes is great, and the reputation of the fierce is only slightly inferior to the 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Nails' of the king of hidden weapons!

"Xue Xiaoren, if you can escape from my hands, I admire you!"

Fang Ming slapped his palm horizontally, the slightest trace of qi was dense with his flesh palm, and in a burst of cold and biting palm wind whistling, the silver thin needle was actually knocked out of direction!

Xue Xiaoren's eyes were about to pop out, he never dreamed that there would be such a metamorphosis in the world, and he could actually knock on the fine needle with the power of his palm, so how deep should the internal strength be?

It's a pity that just this sluggishness has already determined his next fate.

Fang Ming stretched out his fingers with his left hand and flicked it, this hand seemed to fuse the subtlety of the three kinds of finger magic powers of the gold system, the ancient system, and the beam system, and with the power of one yang finger and one finger of Zen, the finger wind suddenly came out, but the short sword in Xue Xiaoren's palm flew out with just a flick.

Fang Ming then made a non-stop move, and his fingers flew like flying to point at the eight major points on Xue Xiaoren's body.

Xue Xiaoren stood still, like a sculpture, the whole person still maintained the posture of running under his feet, and his upper body suddenly turned back, although it was a little funny and funny, as long as he was a master, he would find that whether it was the pace of running under his feet, or the movements of his upper body wrists and arms, and even his eyes, he was a wonderful move.

"You're a master...... If you hadn't stabbed that sword at that time, instead of turning around and fleeing, and had fought me to the death, you might have been able to hold out thirty more moves...... It's a pity ......"

Fang Ming came to Xue Xiaoren and sighed.

That sword had already used up fifty percent of Xue Xiaoren's murderous aura, and he turned around and fled, and as soon as the momentum was released, the originally condensed killing intent was leaked out again!

Now that his heart has been lost, what can he use to compete with Fang Ming?

"You can rest assured...... Now that I've made up my mind, I'm not going to kill you......"

Fang Ming looked at Xue Xiaoren, who could only move his eyes, but sighed faintly: "It's just that what happens to you in the future depends on your luck......

Xue Xiaoren's cold sweat flowed out, he was not afraid of death, because he knew that there were still many things in the world that were more terrible than death!

Fang Ming didn't say much, he directly began to search his body and found two loot.

A mask, a bronze medal.

The mask is made of rosewood, the facial features are lifelike, the corners of the mouth seem to have a smile, almost even the eyebrows can be counted, but the color is red and purple, purple is black, and it looks even more mysterious and terrifying.

The front of the bronze medal is carved with thirteen swords around a hand, the shape of the sword is long and narrow, at least three inches longer than the saber used by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, but it is two points narrower than the snow snake sword of the Hainan Sword School, Fang Ming just knew at a glance that the swordsmanship used with this kind of sword must be light and vicious to the terrifying number of ways.

On the north side of the bronze medal, there is also a pattern of one hand!

"Behind your bronze medal is a hand, which represents the control of thirteen swords, so the thirteen assassins with the strongest martial arts under your command must also have such a bronze medal, and behind each one is probably a number from one to thirteen, as a mark of usual contact, right?"

Fang Ming said casually, and Xue Xiaoren's face was already dead, he didn't believe it at all, Fang Ming just saw a bronze medal and thought so much.

"With this mask and bronze medal, it will not be a problem to accept most of your power......"

Fang Ming smiled: "Even if there are a few people who know your true identity, I can make them unable to open their mouths......

Xue Xiaoren closed his eyes, he was completely desperate!

"You are still very useful, such a master of martial arts, you can't find a few in the whole world......"

Fang Ming carried Xue Xiaoren and flew like a big bird, and only stopped in front of a cave after a while.

"Although I promise to spare your life, it really depends on your luck......"

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he pointed between Xue Xiaoren's eyebrows.

Under Fang Ming's control, wisps of true power spread out like spider webs, exploring into Xue Xiaoren's skull, even all the way to the Heavenly Spirit Mud Pill Palace!

Xue Xiaoren's eyes rolled and his body began to twitch unconsciously.

Fang Ming's face was indifferent, and his true qi was as silky as a thread, and after implementing his five zhang and six intestines, he went to the place where the lower dantian was located, and started a set of strange exercises.

At this time, the life light is handed over, and through the entrance, into the mud pill, the creation is infinite, and it is for the life and cultivation of life!!

I don't know how long it took, a drop of cold sweat dripped from Fang Ming's forehead and he withdrew his fingers.

Xue Xiaoren fell down softly, and there was a crackling sound on his body.

"The ancestral aperture is damaged, the dantian is broken, even if you can wake up, is it a waste person and an idiot?"

What Fang Ming ran on Xue Xiaoren was naturally the exercises that he deduced from the condor shooting with the Five Absolute Forces.

In this exercise, he fused Wang Lianhua's Persian Mind Technique, Yunmeng Fairy's Soul Movement Method, and the Soul Transfer Secret Method in the Nine Yin True Sutra, plus the Spiritual Kung Fu of the Supreme Yoga Secret Vehicle, into this foundational spiritual method!

Xue Xiaoren was very unfortunate to do the first experiment of this magic skill, and under the fire and illusions, it was already **** luck to be able to save a small life.

Fang Ming didn't pay attention to him, but thought about the change in his true qi just now, as well as the pass that suddenly appeared, and then used his supreme cultivation of sitting and forgetting the scriptures to complete this divine skill.

"I have cultivated both the Great Dao Sect and my life, and there is no big problem with the Qi part, as long as I refine the spiritual method at the beginning, it will be almost the same......

How could Fang Ming's efforts with the five peers be simple for two years?

The theory of this divine skill is already extremely perfect, and there is not much problem with the qi route, just looking at Xue Xiaoren's first experimental specimen who can survive after going mad, he knows that this martial art is very small even if it has flaws.

"Not bad, not bad...... It seems that this exercise may be perfected even faster......"

Fang Ming was very satisfied with his progress, and he was even more satisfied with the world of martial arts.

If it is in Daqian, a master of Xue Xiaoren's level is at least a local tyrant like Zhang Dingtian, and one less is a first-class major event, which will alarm the Governor's Mansion and Qingyun Helm and other big forces.

When the time came, he found that Fang Ming was cultivating magic skills? Hey......

But in other martial arts worlds, even if the entire martial arts were against Fang Ming, he was sure that he would be able to protect himself.

"The real plot should have begun, right?"

Secretly sent Xue Xiaoren, who had become a real madman, back to Xuejiazhuang, Fang Ming looked in the direction of the East China Sea with a few smiles on his face.

As early as after defeating Xue Xiaoren and plundering his killer organization, Yan Wuling sent him a message indicating that he had completed the task of 'Peerless Blood'.

Obviously, the luck of plundering Zamuhe last time was not enough, and this time a killer organization was added to the world's No. 1 killer organization, combining the martial arts luck of the King of the Desert and the King of Assassins, and it was worthy of a peerless master. (To be continued.) )