He rushed forward, and the distance between the two camps of Zhao Meiyu and Zhao Lingfeng was enough for him to run for a day. He ran for about a quarter of an hour in one go, exhausted the gangfeng, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, before he slowly stopped, and very cautiously found a dilapidated house in the ruins of a house, which seemed to be a utility room, and sat down to rest.

He took out the dry food, ate a few bites, and then meditated and breathed, but as soon as he sat down, he felt distraught, and there was always a wordless sense of uneasiness haunting his heart. Fang Tianhang thought that he was in a hurry, a little chest tightness and shortness of breath, he was usually used to being big, he didn't want to think about it, so he took out a secret Qi Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, this Qi Pill is different from other medicines, and has no effect on treating internal and external injuries, so it will not be limited by "the effect of the medicine will not attack until a quarter of an hour later", and when he enters his stomach, he immediately feels the wind blowing all over his body, and even his tired muscles have eased a lot. Fang Tianhang nodded with satisfaction, and was about to breathe and integrate the overflowing wind on his body to see if he could break through the realm barrier that had been lying across his heart, when he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

He felt his chest tightness and shortness of breath worsen than ever, accompanied by palpitations and tremors in his limbs. He staggered to his feet, and with a kick of his legs rushed out of the tattered utility room to a wide field of sand.

Fang Tianhang slowly drew his sword out of its sheath and looked around, he knew that he must have met an enemy at this time, and the feeling just now was the so-called Gangfeng induction.

Fang Tianhang was not so afraid, because his current realm was the peak of Qi Transformation, which was the so-called peak of mortal dust, looking at the world, he belonged to the most powerful group of people in mortal dust, except for those legendary old ghosts who existed before the heavenly change, there were no people in this world who could deal with him.

In his eyes, Du Chuanchang may still be hovering in the realm of entering the body, the new generation chief of the Poison Dragon Sect, although it is said that he also has the strength of the realm of transforming qi, but how can an evil path that uses poison compare to him, the first disciple of the world's largest sect? In the past five years, Fang Tianhang has relied on his dual identity as an official and the person in charge of the Divine Sword Sect, skillfully taking and harming countless people, collecting heaven and earth spiritual treasures, cherishing the solitary book, refining countless pills for himself, and forcibly piling up the realm that was originally only fourfold into the body to the thirteenth level of the transformation qi, in the decline and collapse of the monk group, the evil dark system re-ruled the world, and the world's people have cultivated their divine skills into a general decline in the contemporary era, going against the trend, and being able to do what ordinary people cannot, and should become the most powerful warrior of the new generation. Fang Tianhang relied on various medicines, spiritual treasures, Juyuan style, and even living pills, and the Yin and Yang Harvesting Technique to promote to such a realm, and he should have become the one who won the creation of heaven and earth. In today's world, I am afraid that there is absolutely no young person who can compete with him.

Fang Tianhang was with such confidence, looking left and right, hoping to find the enemy hiding in the shadows. He muttered a little in his heart, praying not to bump into some worldly masters who had cultivated to the realm of merging the path and returning to the void before the heavenly change, in that case, with the strength of his world's number one young master, he was afraid that he would have to run for his life, but if it weren't for those old monsters who had been famous for a long time, then even if the two of them came, Fang Tianhang thought that he was not afraid.

He stood upright with his sword, and the shape of killing Matt was forced by him to pose as a heroic man, and the power of wind and thunder slowly flowing on his body blew up the surrounding sand and turned into a small yellow whirlwind, pushing the hem of his red robe and the wide sleeves of emerald green to flutter and dance, not to mention that his brown and yellow alien long hair like a fried rooster swayed in the wind.

Another gust of wind with a scorching and domineering thunder and lightning aura blew on the sand, and a series of jagged wind blades converged towards a certain point in the northwest direction, and only Pei Yuan's ten-fold strength of Gangfeng slowly converged into a pillar of wind, which rotated quietly for a few seconds, and then returned to calm, there, a blue-white figure stood proudly.

On top of the blue robe, white embroidery, it looks very elegant and decent, and the brown and yellow head shape of Killing Matt has long since become a decent swordsman's hair bun. Under the golden forehead, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a pair of bluish black eyes reflected the warm and moist treasure light, like the water of the autumn lake, calm as the sky.

The wide blue sleeves with white trim hang low, and they stand still when the breeze clears. Next to the black and blue belt, the silver-colored hilt of the sword reflected the light of the sky, and the man stood where the breeze stopped, standing still, all the Gangfeng breath on his body was gathered, and it was only the faintness of Pei Yuan's tenfold, not that his strength was too scummy, but that his ability to collect qi and nourish qi was very strong.

The first time Fang Tianhang saw him, he knew that he was a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, but the first time he saw him, he knew that he was the most powerful enemy he had ever been.

Ten Thousand Sword Hearts.

The person who shouldn't have been born, shouldn't have appeared, and shouldn't have been ignorant and broke through his and Chu Fan'er's private affairs.

Fang Tianhang turned around generously, pointed his long sword, and showed a nervous and twitching smile on his face like a Korean stick: "Ignorant grass people, this official is the Taishou of Tongzhou, a member of the five grades, how can you not kneel when you see the official of the imperial court?"

He deliberately said loudly, wanting to use his invisible official authority to subdue this once biggest rival, but only in exchange for the opponent's ignorance.

"There's no boss here to protect you, Senior Brother Fang. Wan Jianxin walked over slowly, facing the coercion of Fang Tianhang's peak qi, he didn't feel anything, he didn't react. He is the Ten Thousand Sword Heart who has comprehended the Dao of Killing, and it is already rare for the coercion of a distracted master to have an impact on him, what is Fang Tianhang's strength.

"Hmph, to deal with you, you don't have to bother him at all, right?" Fang Tianhang couldn't feel the sense of crisis that made him feel tightness at this time, because he had already discovered the enemy, and locked the other party with the momentum of his own Qi Peak Realm, and the instinctive alarm of his body was lifted, leaving only a complete battle posture. Fang Tianhang, who felt that his state had adjusted, slowly put down his sword, and looked at Wan Jianxin with arrogance and disdain: "It's just that I didn't expect that the dog that was expelled from the door could actually find a new master?

When he said this, he scolded Wan Jianxin and Tiejianmen together. If you change to an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will immediately jump up and draw my sword desperately, after all, insulting other people's inheritance is an undying hatred, and how many vendettas that have lasted for a hundred years have been caused by this. Fang Tianhang waited patiently for Wan Jianxin to attack, he knew that the person in front of him was the most upright guy, and he dared to draw his sword stupidly in the face of the insults of the Venerable Elder of the Demon Wei Pavilion, let alone him Fang Tianhang. Fang Tianhang waited patiently, and unconsciously infused a trace of wind and thunder power into his right hand, ready to deal with Wan Jianxin's outburst and hurt people, but Wan Jianxin's anger never came.

"Yes, Wan Mou was not abandoned by the Iron Sword Gate, and stayed as an offering, although he was far away from Feihuang Tengda Rijin Doujin, but at least he was self-reliant, unlike your eldest prince Fang, relying on a powerful but [unfavorable] godfather in the court, riding on the heads of the people to make a fortune! Wan Mou can only say that he was unlucky, but he met you at this time, if he had met you a month or two earlier, when he met you when the head of the sect [went to prison], maybe he could see an unusual face!" Wan Jianxin's voice was filled with a bitter smile, making his tone a little higher than normal, even a little sharper. His deliberately aggravated tone of the words "not doing things well" and "going to prison" deeply stabbed Fang Tianhang's self-esteem and made a fierce gust of wind boil over this first disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. However, he didn't immediately raise his sword and cut it as before, but gritted his teeth, staring at Wan Jianxin with a pair of narrow eyes, and thinking of all kinds of insulting words in his mind.

"That is, in a place like the Iron Sword Gate, it will take in a waste like you, what should you worship, it's ridiculous......" Soon, Fang Tianhang found an entry point to continue humiliating Wan Jianxin, and sneered in a nervous tone, deliberately prolonging the tone of arrogance and no one in his eyes: "They probably took a fancy to the face that you used to be the second seat of the Divine Sword Sect, and reluctantly gave you a cold bench to sit on, or, they also expected you to say something to the Divine Sword Sect in the future, and plan a protective umbrella in the officialdom or something...... Ha, aren't all the rivers and lakes like this now? Without the cover of the imperial court, doesn't Hanshan Temple have to obediently withdraw from Pershing City? Not to mention an iron sword gate that is not worth talking about? The surname is Wan, you are honest, how heavy are you in the body, right? Say it, the official promises not to laugh at you!"

Fang Tianhang said, holding his head high and looking directly at Wan Jianxin with his nostrils.

"Huh. Wan Jianxin took a step back and looked at Fang Tianhang as if he was looking at a fool: "Xia Worm can't talk about ice. I thought that when my second junior brother appeared in front of you, you would be able to maintain the least vigilance! Do you really think that if I only have the cultivation of the body, I will come to you?"

"Of course. Fang Tianhang said arrogantly: "Didn't you do the same before? Pei Yuan dared to draw your sword against the distraction realm! I used to think you were brave, but now I think you really only deserve to be with the fools of the Iron Sword Gate?" After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, and stared straight at Wan Jianxin with a pair of arrogant and flashing neurotic and crazy eyes: "In front of this official, you have never shown the aura of the Gangfeng Gang in the realm of entering the body, what's the matter? Are you afraid that this official will see through your depth at a glance? Or are you afraid that this official will expose your false and ridiculous name as the number one young master of the Heavenly List?" He looked up again, his eyes closed, and he was self-absorbed for a moment.

"I'm afraid to scare you, piece of shit. Wan Jianxin clasped his hands to his chest and sneered: "Wan Mou heard that your so-called cultivation at the peak of the Qi Transformation has consumed a lot of elixirs, countless Gathering Yuan Styles and Genius Earth Treasures, and finally borrowed some of the power from our master, forcibly penetrated the Evil Dark Sword Heart, poured into the power of wind and thunder, and became what it is now, but, Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang, you did this, don't you want that glimmering into the 'Killing Dao'?"

"What is the killing path?" Fang Tianhang said disdainfully: "This official said that you, you have been driven out of the sect, haven't you learned to be realistic? Cultivation and power are the most important!" he said, inserting the sword in his hand into the scabbard and taking a step back. The arrogant and contemptuous look on his face slowly receded, leaving only the indifference and persistence that belonged to the swordsman.

"This official estimates that you are not here to reminisce about the past, so I won't talk nonsense, draw your sword and see the real chapter! This official will let you know how big the gap is between the waste who was expelled from the sect and the first disciple in the sect!"

"The sword in your hand, doesn't it have a name, it looks like it's also a mysterious weapon, right?" Wan Jianxin just loosely lowered his hand, but he didn't hold the hilt of the sword yet, as if he had nothing to say, in fact, he wanted to remind Fang Tianhang to pay attention to the divine weapons in the hands of the two, so that he could be somewhat mentally prepared.

"This, oh, when I think about it, I'm very envious, right? Hehehe!" Fang Tianhang sneered nervously: "This is a mysterious weapon rewarded by a certain princess, a medium-grade mysterious weapon!"

Wan Jianxin could barely hold back and make a vomiting action: "Gangzheng? I'm afraid that you became a guest of unknown women? I only got it by relying on those unbearable flattery methods, right? I'll just say, how can the Divine Sword Sect have the money to equip such a disciple with a mysterious weapon!"

"You are envious, jealous and hateful! surnamed Wan, you yourself are still alone, and you don't even have to be a little slave with shoes to enter the curtain!" Fang Tianhang laughed wildly, and his right hand pressed the hilt of the sword again: "Gangzheng, Fang Tianhang, please!"

"Conquer the Heavenly Expedition, Wan Jian Xin, please!" Wan Jian Xin also reached out and grabbed the hilt of the silver sword.

Both drew their swords at the same time.

Fang Tianhang retreated suddenly, and the sky descended, weakening his strength by another layer as a punishment. He opened his mouth wide, kicked his eyes hard, and looked at Wan Jianxin in disbelief: "How is this possible?!"

"It's really devastating. Wan Jianxin's speed of drawing the sword was unexpectedly slow, as if he deliberately let Fang Tianhang see every detail on the holy sword: "Conquer the Heavenly Expedition, Treasure the Holy Weapon." To tell you the truth, Wan is a little embarrassed. ”

"Where did you steal the holy artifact from!" Fang Tianhang asked angrily, a blue-white storm involuntarily erupted from his body, spinning to protect him in the middle.

"Do you think it's useful to say this? The holy weapon endures, and the whole world can't do anything about it. Wan Jianxin pulled out his long sword and put on a very "childish" Qingfeng duel starting pose: "Now we can fight in a duel!"