Zhang Feng's reaction was extremely fast, and he began to resist almost the moment Fang launched his attack.

But Fang Xin's punch speed was already as fast as lightning, and it had already fallen just when Zhang Feng had just raised his scabbard to make a defensive gesture.

"Boom!" A huge roar sounded in the second floor of the Zuixiang Building, and the thunder and lightning breath that paralyzed the body and nerves spread in the Zuixiang Building.

No one wanted that what seemed to be an ordinary cultivation would have such a powerful power, and just by the punch Fang Xin thrown, these cultivators present could see that his cultivation must have reached the ladder realm.

A ladder realm powerhouse younger than Zhang Feng, an absolute genius.

At the same time that Zhang Feng was blown away by Fang Xin's punch, many cultivators who had been suspicious of Zhang Feng came to be interested, and they wanted to see what Zhang Feng was going to do with the young Ladder Realm powerhouse who was provoked by him here.

"You see, Zhang Feng's arrogance finally made him kick the iron plate, this time see how he continues to be crazy. A core disciple of the Ice Emperor Sect who had already looked at Zhang Feng unpleasantly said to the disciples of the same sect on the side.

"Yes, this Zhang Feng relied on his own cultivation to climb the ladder realm, and actually beat our Ice Emperor Sect Bingling's idea, I have long seen him unpleasantly, Bingling's identity We usually don't dare to look at it a few more times, let alone pursue it, why is he a disciple of a foreign sect. Another Ice Emperor Sect disciple said one after another.

Obviously, Zhang Feng's reputation in the Ice Emperor Sect was not very good, and now seeing Zhang Feng being blown away by Fang Xin's punch, the vast majority of the cultivators present secretly applauded in their hearts, even though they were all invited by Zhang Feng.

They were just hindered by Zhang Feng's strength, and now that there was a Ladder Realm powerhouse who was younger than Zhang Feng, these cultivators naturally didn't have to give Zhang Feng face.

"You sneak attack!" Zhang Feng forcibly suppressed the blood that was surging to his throat from the bottom of his heart, struggled to stand up from the messy pile of tables and chairs, and yelled at Fang Xin angrily.

"It's just that you're not strong. Fang Xin didn't have any good impression of Zhang Feng, and his words were unceremoniously.

Zhang Wu stood behind Fang Xin, although Fang Xin had just punched his cousin away, Zhang Wu had no intention of stopping Fang Xin.

Zhang Feng didn't care about his family affection just now, because he was going to kill him with a word, his heart was cold at this time, and his gaze at Zhang Feng no longer had the slightest family affection.

"Good boy, sharp teeth, I want to see how strong you are in the frontal battle!" Zhang Feng roared, pulled out the secret treasure level long sword Ziyun Sword in his hand, the source qi skyrocketed, and the sword steps under his feet suddenly launched an offensive towards Fang Xin.

Originally, Zhang Feng had been punched far away by Fang Xin, but at this moment, Zhang Feng was running his sword steps, his body was as dexterous and fast as a sword, and he came to Fang Xin in a few steps, raised the Ziyun Sword in his hand and stabbed at Fang Xin.

As soon as Zhang Feng waved his purple sword, Fang Xin could see that Zhang Feng's weapon control had reached the shadow level, and it was not at a low level at the shadow level.

Just a simple stab of the sword turns into a sword shadow, making it difficult to figure out the traces of the sword.

"Wow! Zhang Feng took out his sword. "This sword is so fast, I can't even see the trajectory of the sword clearly!" "This is a shadow-level control, I didn't expect Zhang Feng's strength to have taken a step forward." ”

Zhang Feng swung out his sword, and those cultivators who had gathered on the second floor of the Zuixiang Building when they heard the movement were talking on the side, some neutral cultivators were sighing at Fang Xin's strength, while some cultivators who were disgusted with Zhang Feng were secretly worried about Fang Xin.

Among them, the most worried is the boss and his guys in Zuixianglou, Zhang Feng and they can't afford to provoke them, but the fight between Zhang Feng and Fang Xin will definitely cause losses in his store, no matter who loses or wins, the boss's heart is dripping blood.

Zhang Feng naturally didn't think about a restaurant owner, but now he only had one thought, and that was to kill Fang Xin.

The swordsman, the edge, what he values is the accessibility of his mind, and now Zhang Feng's heart has this idea, he must realize this idea over there, otherwise his future kendo practice will be extremely difficult.

What's more, Zhang Feng's cultivation of the sword is still a mad sword, focusing on being wild and free, now that he was punched away by Fang Xin, his heart was already in a hurry, if he didn't kill Fang Xin, he himself would probably go crazy in his cultivation.

The current situation is that no matter what, Zhang Feng wants Fang Xin to be buried under the Ziyun Sword in his hand today.

Zhang Feng, who had already made up his mind to kill, made a killing move, and the shadow-level control unreservedly unreservedly unleashed it, and a sword stabbed out, but the Ziyun Sword turned into countless purple shadows and stabbed at Fang Xin, leaving no trace to be found.

Zhang Feng originally wanted to see Fang Xin's dazed appearance after he drew his sword, but the result really disappointed him.

After he took out his sword, Fang Xin's expression was still extremely indifferent, Fang Xin's weapon control had reached the thought level, so naturally he would not take Zhang Feng's shadow-level control in his eyes.

The Purple Fortune Sword that Zhang Feng stabbed out might be countless purple shadows in the eyes of the other cultivators watching the battle, but it was extremely clear in his eyes.

Fang Xin accurately found the trajectory of the Ziyun Sword and hit the designated mountains and rivers.

"Jump!" The sound of the collision between the mountain stone and the steel sounded, and the sword that Zhang Feng stabbed out was flicked away by Fang Xin's finger.

"What? One finger broke through Zhang Feng's sword!" A genius in the Ice Emperor Sect's Ladder Realm exclaimed in surprise when he saw this scene, he and Zhang Feng were also cultivators who had just entered the Ladder Realm, and he thought that the battle with Zhang Feng could only be five or five, and the victory or defeat was half, let alone one finger spreading Zhang Feng's sword.

Zhang Feng's reputation as a mad sword is not in vain, eighty percent of his strength is on the sword, but this sword was flicked away by Fang Xin's fingers.

Not only were the Ice Emperor Sect's Ladder Realm geniuses stunned, but the other cultivators watching the battle were also dumbfounded.

Zhang Feng, the person concerned, was even more shocked and lost his mind in an instant, but he must also be a sword-wielding disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, and his willpower was firm, and he reacted instantly when he lost his mind.

"No, he didn't bounce off my Purple Fortune Sword with his physical body, he must have used the technique just now, and I felt the fluctuation of the technique. Zhang Feng thought secretly in his heart, and a trace of panic in his heart disappeared.

In Zhang Feng's opinion, Fang Xin's cultivation was similar to his, and it was nothing to bounce his sword away with his technique, and he still had a lot of powerful sword moves that he hadn't used yet.

"Block my sword with your fingers, I'll see how you can block this move!" Although he knew that Fang Xin was using techniques to resist his sword, Zhang Feng's heart was still very unhappy, and he roared.

"Python Calamity!" Zhang Feng's external source qi soared, and the metallic power attached to the Ziyun Sword, and the wild python surged outside the purple clouds.

"Hiss~" The Ziyun Sword swung out, and the group of pythons roared and rushed towards Fang Xin.

When Zhang Feng said this, Fang Xin put away the idea of wanting to take out the Xuanyu halberd, but continued to stretch out his fingers, facing the group of pythons flocking to him with an indifferent expression.

"What?!He even wanted to block Zhang Feng's sword with his fingers!" A cultivator watching the battle couldn't help but exclaim when he saw Fang Xin's appearance.

"This is simply too arrogant, Zhang Feng's sword is his specialty sword move, not an ordinary sword, I seem to have seen this yellow-haired boy being torn apart in the next moment!" an Iron Sword Sect disciple affirmed on the side when he saw Fang Xin's appearance.

Although Zhang Feng was arrogant, his strength was beyond doubt, and many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect respected him very much and recognized his strength.

Seeing Fang Xin's arrogant behavior, in the eyes of these Iron Sword Sect disciples, he was completely committing suicide.

Turning a blind eye to the voices of others, Fang Xin concentrated his source qi and cast the fourth form of the Demon Source Finger, reincarnating the four seasons.

As soon as I pointed out, everything in this space seemed to be changing, the wooden floor grew tender green branches and leaves, the original faint sunlight became extremely intense, the flowers hanging on the walls of the restaurant began to wither, and the puddles with a few swimming fish gradually froze.

Everything happened too fast, everything was too weird, but everyone knew that everything in this small space would be because of Fang Xin's finger.

This finger was too amazing, and after this finger was pointed out, all those who questioned Fang Xin's arrogance subconsciously shut their mouths.

The group of pythons metamorphosed into nothing in this finger, burned and died, withered and extinguished, and frozen to break.

With one finger, the battle situation was completely changed, and after eliminating the group of pythons, he retreated, and rushed directly to Zhang Feng, who was holding the Ziyun Sword in his hand.

Zhang Feng resisted with his sword, but his resistance was too weak.

The finger gesture gradually engulfed him, his expression gradually changed, hope, scorching, bleak, until finally frozen, his body was unharmed, but the purple cloud sword in Zhang Feng's hand fell to the ground along his hand.

The sword in the swordsman's hand is life, and the fall of the sword in the hand also means the end of the swordsman's life.

"Bang!" Zhang Feng's eyes were still open, but he had completely lost his breath, his body was smashed on the wooden floor, and there was a Ziyun Sword beside him.

Zhang Feng was unharmed, but his soul had perished, and he was dead.

The fourth form of the Demon Source Finger is not a technique that hurts people's flesh, but a technique that directly targets the soul, under this finger, Zhang Feng has died without even many more powerful sword moves.

This finger is too weird.

This was the first time that Fang Xin had used it against the enemy after learning to rotate the four seasons, and he was slightly surprised after seeing Zhang Feng's fallen figure.

Originally, he just wanted to teach Zhang Feng a lesson, but he didn't expect to ask for his name with a finger.

The Wheel of the Four Seasons was so powerful, this was something Fang Xin didn't expect.

As soon as the four seasons of the wheel pointed out the confidence behind his hand, he faintly felt bad, this finger actually consumed most of the source qi in his body, and you can imagine how powerful this move is.

The gesture gradually disappeared, and everything in this small space returned to its original state, the tender green branches and leaves faded, the sun was no longer hot, the dead flowers were reborn, and the puddles were still flowing.

Everything seemed to be an illusion, but Zhang Feng's breathless body was still lying quietly on the floor, but it seemed to show that everything had really happened.