The Gale Knife froze in mid-air.

The sword qi slashed down, cutting out a deep sand gully on the ground, and the yellow sand was raised, only sand, but no blood!

Zamuhe Shadowless Divine Sword actually missed?

Black Pearl covered her mouth, unwilling to believe it, but she couldn't help believing it!

"Your knife has actually reached the realm of sending and receiving freely, and you can retract your strength after discovering that I am dodging, and your martial arts are a little higher than I expected......"

Outside of Zamuhe, Fang Ming was talking.

At the moment when the sword light was approaching just now, his whole person had already retreated from a distance of one zhang like a floating light, and he just happened to dodge the range of Zamuhe's sword qi.

It's just one zhang, not much one step, no less than one step, the limit of Zamu's sword qi, the sand raised has just reached the tip of Fang Ming's toes.

A thin line, a world of difference!

This extreme grasp of strength, as well as the judgment of timing and distance, represents a gap like a chasm!

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Good! ”

Zamuhe's eyes lit up: "Only a young hero like you is enough to take over my burden...... Wine comes! ”

A swordsman immediately threw out two large leather bags, Zamuhe took one and threw the other one to Fang Ming: "This is the best goat milk wine!" If you defeat me, you will be the real 'King of the Desert'! ”

"Good!"

Fang Ming pulled the wine cork and drank bitterly, seemingly without the slightest suspicion.

"Good man!" Zamuhe gave a thumbs up and lifted the leather bag as well, and the boiling liquor spurted into his mouth like a splash of spring water.

The cowhide bag containing the wine is huge, usually enough to hold more than a dozen catties of water, but Zamuhe drank the wine bag, but his stomach was slightly bulging, and his face was even more red.

He threw the wine bag and said calmly: "Use your weapons!" Heroes of the desert cannot die on the bed, they must die under the sword......"

"I used to use knives and swords, but now I don't have the right weapons for a while!"

Fang Ming took out a judge's pen from his sleeve, this judge's pen was thicker and longer than the ordinary one, and it was obviously specially made: "But fortunately, I brought this guy who ate with me, and I used it to comprehend the Great Wind Knife of the King of the Desert!" ”

Seeing that Fang Ming's blade was a judge's pen, Black Pearl's face turned red, and her eyes turned black with anger, and she almost fell off her camel.

"Bastard! You clearly said that you fell in love with my father's weapon, but you are a ...... with a judge's pen."

Fang Ming was disdainful of this little girl's curse, and Zamuhe had already put all his body and mind on the enemy, and there was no response.

"Please!" Fang Ming Yushu was in the wind, holding the judge's pen, as if he was a Confucian who had improvised and was about to splash ink.

"Please!"

Zamuhe slowly put the knife into the sheath, holding the knife in both hands, and walked slowly around Fang Ming.

I don't know why, although the outside world seems to be evenly matched, the surrounding horse thieves and swordsmen, as well as the black pearl, all feel a kind of heroic twilight tragedy.

"Daddy! King of the Desert! ”

Tears slid from the corners of Black Pearl's eyes, and suddenly a hot breath rushed to her throat, and she shouted hoarsely.

"King of the Desert!" "King of the Desert!" Many swordsmen seemed to be infected by this force for a while, tore open their chests, and let out a roar.

Wave after wave, in this frenzied atmosphere, Zamuhe's spirit seemed to be infinitely raised, his chest was erected, and he seemed to have recovered to his peak moment!

At this moment, he seemed to coincide with the cry of the king of the desert.

Whew!

The sword flashed, and Zamuhe, with the majesty of the invincible desert for thirty years, suddenly slashed out three knives!

These three knives are extremely fast, it is difficult to see the shadow of the knife, and these three knives come down, as if three top swordsmen shot at the same time!

Zamuhe let out a clear roar, his right hand didn't stop, and he slashed out three more times!

As soon as the three knife shadows flashed, he rolled on the spot, and the gale knife was handed over to his left hand, and after the three knives, three more knives were slashed!!

Nine Blades!

A total of nine sword shadows slashed towards Fang Ming's upper, middle, and lower three key points, and the nine swords came out almost at the same time, as if Zamuhe had suddenly grown nine arms, each of which was slashed down with a gale knife!

As soon as these nine swords were swung, even Zamuhe produced a kind of 'Such a subtle sword move, can I use it again in the future?' 'The illusion!

But he hasn't stopped yet.

In the long roar, his person had already fused with the knife, and the sword light was continuous, as if a tornado had been formed!

"Good! Thirty years of prestige, thirty years of blood, and the spirit of all people, let you surpass yourself, and show this sword...... Zamuhe, you have a good daughter! ”

The blade split the wind, and the strength slashed the face, but Fang Ming's face was not moved in the slightest, as if it was cold ice that would never melt for thousands of years, and it seemed like a god high above!

Although Zamuhe's sword is close to the limit of humanity, he is the god of swords! Beyond the limit! This is a battle between gods and mortals, and in the eyes of the gods, even the strongest mortals are just ants!

With a sigh, Fang Ming moved.

His figure was like a gust of wind, and with just a slight flash, he was freed from the purgatory of sword light.

The judge's pen pointed out, and the gale knife swept by.

The tip of the pen whistled, turning left and right in mid-air, unpredictable, and sank into the tornado like a dragon.

What Fang Ming used was the killer move in the 'Four Strokes and Eight Pulses' - 'Crying ghosts and shocking gods!' But even if the brothers of the Lian family are here, I am afraid that they will be so impressed when they see this trick that they can't help themselves.

Because Fang Ming's stroke was not only integrated into the One Yang Finger, but also the Nine Yin Sealing Acupoints and other secret methods were in it, it was more than five times faster than their move!

Even if the most ordinary martial arts on the rivers and lakes became three times faster, it would be invincible, almost unstoppable, not to mention that Fang Ming was originally performing extremely exquisite moves!

Although Zamuhe's knife was fast, it was still a few points slower than his shot!

The yellow sand was raised, and in the dust, the black pearl could only see a white shadow rushing into the tornado composed of sword light, and the two figures suddenly advanced and retreated, and separated after a few moves.

Click!

Fang Ming looked at the judge's pen in his hand, a section of the tip of the pen had already fallen off, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, obviously the masterpiece of the Great Wind Knife.

"Daddy! I knew that Daddy would win! ”

Black Pearl cried with joy, and the rest of the swordsmen cheered.

But in the next moment, they were like ducks choked by the neck, unable to say anything.

"Good kung fu...... I throw in the towel! ”

Zamuhe lowered his head and looked at his robe, and the two fine holes went down vertically, pointing out the key points of his second vein.

If Fang Ming hadn't left his hand, I'm afraid he would have become a sieve full of holes by now!

The judge's pen tore his clothes, but he didn't hurt the flesh and skin at all, this kind of martial arts, the grasp of strength, is also to the point of being superb, and the use of ingenuity is only in the realm of one heart!

"The name of the King of the Desert, as well as the Great Wind Knife, are yours......"

Zamuhe untied the scabbard around his waist, and a silver medal, and threw it over with the gale knife, but there seemed to be a relieved smile on his face: "The great desert in the future will depend on you to shelter......

"The entire Gobi Desert, with your martial arts, is enough to run amok, but you need to be careful of a woman!"

"Shi Guanyin?!" Fang Ming was sure of the authenticity.

"Not bad! In the past, she was recognized as the most beautiful, vicious, ruthless, and martial artist in the rivers and lakes, but now she is living in seclusion in the desert, and she must be even more unfathomable...... You have to be careful, her most powerful weapon is not her martial arts, but her beauty......"

Zamuhe and Black Pearl are gone, and the backs of the father and daughter in the desert at sunset seem a little bleak.

"Ji Bingyan!"

"King of the Desert!"

"Ji Bingyan! King of the Desert! ”……

A small wave of swordsmen followed behind Zamuhe's father and daughter, but more of them surrounded Fang Ming and shouted loudly, as if the wolves were congratulating the new wolf king!

……

"I don't want a penny of my own savings that Zamuhe has accumulated over the years, and I will send him back...... Also, immediately send someone to Lanzhou City, transfer the stone camel, and Xiao Pan come over! ”

Inside the huge golden tent, Fang Ming was half-lying on a cashmere blanket embroidered with gold, admiring the style of the Western Regions Dancing Queen, and in front of him were the finest roast lamb chops, grilled steaks, and chilled grape wine.

After a few words, he got up and went to the back of the tent, which was full of trees and grass, and a small lake in the middle was like a jasper pearl in the desert.

This oasis is a secret stronghold under Zamuhe, and of course, all of them have now changed their surnames to Hime.

Fang Ming walked slowly, came to the edge of the small lake, suddenly closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and a large amount of white vapor came out of his pores!

A stream of heat spread out from him, almost as if a steam engine had been installed in a person's body.

After the high temperature and heat pressure passed, Fang Ming rubbed his eyebrows, and there was a trace of tiredness on his face: "It's still a little too much...... If I complete my martial arts and come back, I won't be so embarrassed this time......"

The most dangerous thing in the competition with Zamuhe is not the duel with him, but how to get in front of him.

During these two days and one night of desert travel, Fang Ming's mind was actually tense all the time, in order to deal with the constant threat of death.

Now that he has suddenly relaxed, his physical strength will inevitably be greatly lost, and even his internal strength is close to the brink of dangerous exhaustion.

Fortunately, Zamuhe's subordinates were not state machines after all, and they were brutally subdued by Fang Ming in the confrontation and forced Zamuhe out.

It can be said that the final competition only consumed one cent of Fang Ming's mental strength, but ninety percent was consumed on the way!

This is even more tiring than fighting to the death with thirty masters!

After all, as long as you are an individual, you need to dress and eat, and you need to rest! A safe environment is needed!

This is also the only magic weapon for big forces, big organizations, and even countries to crush outstanding individuals. (To be continued.) )