"No matter what Longtan Tiger's Den, I, Song Que, can still come if I want to, and leave if I want to!"

Fang Minggong gathered his eyes, and Chao Gongcuo immediately felt an unparalleled pressure, surging like a mountain and a sea, and his complexion couldn't help but change. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Today, let someone Song weigh Chao Qi to kill you, the number one master of the South China Sea Sect, how many catties and taels do you have, take me first!"

To tell the truth, the Nanhai faction was close to Lingnan, and Fang Ming could be destroyed at will.

But to keep it is to show the enemy weakness.

Now he is also ready to do the same, and when he slashes out with a knife, there is still room for it.

It's just that the knife technique that still leaves room in Fang Ming's eyes is almost dead in Chao Gongcuo's opinion.

Boom!

The heavenly knife came out of the sheath directly, like a silver bottle bursting through the water slurry, and the bright knife light spread out like mercury pouring on the ground, and went down along the bridge deck.

In Chao Gongcuo's eyes, Song Que and Heavenly Dao at this time formed a perfect match with the arc of the stone bridge, using the angle to the limit!

In this pounce, the other party seemed to be integrated with the environment of the stone bridge, but instead excluded himself.

He was shocked in his heart, knowing that Song Que came by surprise, and he occupied a geographical advantage, forming a unique advantage for himself, if he couldn't immediately win back the first move, he would definitely lose miserably today.

Huang Gongcuo is a grandmaster-level figure, extremely experienced in facing the enemy, when this situation no longer retreats, but takes a step forward, his eyes are fixed on the opponent, his demeanor is sophisticated and deep, and the powerful momentum immediately surged away like a cold torrent that was cold to the bone, like a wall like a blade.

Seeing that the sword light was about to fall, he shouted, and went further, stepping eight feet forward, under the surging strength of the seven killing fists, the clothes were all hunting, and a punch was struck, and the fierce fist wind had the potential of collapsing mountains and gravel, which made people dare not dare to be hard at the edge.

The onlookers all gasped, knowing that if they were replaced, whether it was in the face of Song Que's natural unity of sword light, or Chao Gongcuo's fierce and fierce Seven Killing Fist, the end would only be a broken heart, and it would be easy to lose and die.

"Peng"!

Just as everyone was holding their breath, Chao Gongcuo's seven-killing fist collided with the sword.

The two figures were separated at the touch of a button, and on both sides of the Zhuo Li Stone Bridge, Fang Ming still had a cold face, standing with a knife.

Chao Gongcuo's clothes were slightly torn, as if they had been torn by the sword qi.

He was originally nicknamed 'Nanhai Immortal Weng', with an extraordinary bearing, a burly figure, a beautiful beard as white as snow, white eyebrows, long and drooping, like a fairy figure in a painting, quite an immortal man's bearing.

But now, his expression was quite embarrassed, and he suddenly roared wildly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shot a cold look like a blade, destroying his own bearing.

Those who know him know that this is a manifestation of Chao Gongcuo's anger to the extreme!

"Song Que, don't deceive people too much!"

Chao Gongcuo roared angrily, and suddenly his face turned red, as if he had heard something unbearable, and he pounced, and the seven killing fists shattered the golden stone, and the power was infinite.

With his grandmaster-level vision, coupled with the skill of most of the Jiazi, it is really extraordinary to use it at this time.

Almost the entire stone bridge was rippled with strong winds, and it spread out again, making the surrounding masters feel very dazzling.

It's just that they also know the truth of the end of the strong crossbow, if Chao Gongcuo can't knock Song Que down in one go, after this wave of force, he will inevitably fall into a desperate situation!

Does the Heavenly Sword seem to be so easy to knock down people?

Everyone already had a faint expectation in their hearts, and they couldn't help but be even more curious about what Song Que had just done to Chao Gongcuo.

"Tsk! I can't imagine that Lao Chao is not old! ”

Fang Ming chuckled, and the heavenly knife in his hand flew as agily as a cow, rushing into the flaws of the Seven Killing Fists, slashing Chao Gongcuo's fierce strength into a crushing army.

And his smiling, leisurely stroll-like posture is much better than Chao Gongcuo's anger and decay, and I don't know how much smarter.

'It's just...... I didn't expect Chao Gongcuo to really have ill intentions towards Zhu Yuyan......

Fang Ming smiled secretly in his heart.

Before, I just said a few words according to the hint of the original book, but I didn't expect Chao Gong to jump up like a cat that had been stepped on by the tail.

Looking at his situation, I'm afraid it's still the end of toads and swans.

The two fought fast and fought in close quarters, but the heavenly knife in Fang Ming's hand seemed to come to life and turned into a swimming fish, not only did he not have the embarrassment of any long weapon when he fought in close combat, but he was even more dexterous, and he killed Chao Gong in a cold sweat.

"Remember, if Song hears that you dare to be on a par with the Heavenly Sword in the future, I will take your head!"

After dozens of moves, Fang Ming had completely grasped the essence of Chao Gong's Seven Killing Fists, picked it out with one sword, reversed the handle of the knife, and suddenly collided.

In Chao Gongcuo's horrified gaze, the handle of his Heavenly Knife smashed directly into the position of Chao Gongcuo's wrist Divine Gate Acupoint, and the surging sword qi roared in, completely defeating the Seven Killing Fist Strength.

Chao Gongcuo took seven steps back in a row, fell off the stone bridge, his face was as red as blood, and suddenly turned pale.

"Do you remember Song's words?"

Fang Ming glanced at it coldly, as if it was a substantial pressure, so that Chao Gongcuo had to bow his head.

He immediately laughed, put the heavenly knife into the sheath, and walked away, whether it was the onlookers of martial arts experts or the Great Sui guards, they did not dare to stop him, and watched his tall and handsome figure leave the long street.

"Poof!"

It wasn't until Fang Ming's back completely disappeared that Chao Gongcuo's complexion changed several times, but a mouthful of blood mist erupted wildly, causing the onlookers to change color, and they all knew that this person had been extremely injured in the previous battle, and he could completely exclude this battle for the throne.

Immediately, a few black shadows sneaked up on them, with a fierce murderous aura.

"Humph!"

Chao Gong made a mistake but didn't look at it, turned around and punched twice, the strength of the seven kills roared again, and the two black shadows screamed miserably, crashing into the thresholds of the small shops on both sides, but he soared, his toes connected the dots on the surrounding roofs, and disappeared.

Although he forced out the knife qi that invaded his body by vomiting blood before, his internal organs and meridians throughout his body were also not lightly injured, and he urgently needed to find a quiet place to recuperate.

The previous two punches were already the last remaining strength, barely knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.

……

The heavenly sword has arrived in Chang'an!

Originally, Fang Ming's prestige was not trivial, and at this time, he had defeated a grandmaster-level master, and the South China Sea Immortal Weng Chao Gongcuo's record was in front, and the news immediately flew out as if he had grown wings.

Even, there are good people who have counted that he was defeated in the previous battle Chao Gongcuo, and he only used eighty-seven moves, which is even higher than Ning Dodge's hundred moves to make Chao Gongcuo bow down to his subordinates!

With such prestige in front of him, Fang Ming swaggered out of Chang'an City all the way, and there were not a few people who dared to follow him.

"Of course, it's not like there isn't one!"

Fang Ming walked into a dense forest, and suddenly felt a shadow cast on his heart, and the premonition of being peeped at by the top assassin before resurfaced, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

In this world, there are only a handful of masters who can make him feel dangerous.

And to do it like this, without revealing the slightest bit of qi, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, I am afraid that only the masters of the Heavenly Pavilion have this ability.

"It's just...... Shi Zhixuan, you have regressed! ”

As a master who had defeated Yang Guang, Fang Ming was naturally hated by the Jin Dynasty.

Even, his entry into Chang'an will be regarded as foreign aid invited by Yang Yong.

As Shi Zhixuan of the Jin Dynasty, he naturally wants to spy on the truth.

Only he can be conceited and not be discovered by Fang Ming.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Fang Ming actually knew everything about him for a long time, and this time he deliberately appeared to ask him out and have a good conversation.

"It's a pity ......"

Feeling the killing intent in the void like spring breeze and rain, Fang Ming suddenly stopped, and sighed again.

Because in his induction, Shi Zhixuan was actually a little weaker than last time!

This is not a flaw in true qi or martial arts, but a flaw in this person's soul! Leads to the inability to complete the spirit!

The masters are competing with each other, and if Shi Zhixuan dares to use this state to stab him, it will really be considered commendable.

Fang Ming stood still, his right hand had already grasped the handle of the knife, and it only took a moment for the Heavenly Sword to burst out.

At the same time, the sky and the earth seemed to be silent, and a terrifying murderous aura emerged, but it was also misty, like a dream, as if it came from all directions, and disappeared in an instant.

This is Shi Zhixuan is also brewing, ready to send out his own killer blow!

At this time, Fang Ming had already seen through his hiding, at least on the premise of knowing that someone was following him, he couldn't retreat, otherwise he would completely expose his position and meet the thunderous blow.

Therefore, Shi Zhixuan's only chance was to strike first, relying on the geographical advantage he still occupies, to injure or repel Fang Ming first, and then he could go calmly.

There was a complete silence in the dense forest.

The two did not meet, but the situation was already tense, forming a situation where it was difficult to ride a tiger.

"Stone ......"

Fang Ming smiled and was about to open his mouth to explain, when suddenly a flute sound came into the room.

The sound of this flute is wonderful, frustrating and impermanent, appearing and looming in the space of the dense forest, but the brilliance lies in the fact that the syllables do not have a certain key, as if they are improvised. The breathing between the notes and the transition between the musical phrases are explained through the sound of the flute, even if there is a break, but listening to the sound will only have the lingering feeling of endless and dead. Its fire is well understood, and it has reached the peak of the Xiaodao realm.

As Xiao Yin suddenly became high and generous, and suddenly complained and whispered, high to infinity, low and infinite, Fang Ming and Shi Zhixuan seemed to be stupid, and they were aroused by their inner emotions, and they felt that music was more moving than words.

The sound of the flute turned from intermittent to entangled, but it became soft and thin, although it was full of every inch of space in the dense forest that was so quiet that it was impossible to breathe, and there was an ethereal and unpredictable from infinity away. And the music that makes people's hearts intoxicated is like a series of heavenly sounds murmuring alone in a mysterious and lonely world, evoking everyone's deep pain and joy, and surging unbearable sorrows, which can be sung and sighed.

Xiao Yin turned again, and an extremely restrained enthusiasm bloomed through the bright spoon notes, as if softly telling the story in everyone's heart.

The sound of the flute stopped, the sea and the sky widened, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sun fell down. (To be continued.) )