"You third-rate seed who deceives the world and steals fame!" Fang Tianhang was so angry that he said all the swear words in the officialdom, his whole body was boiling, and the sword qi like Liulan condensed out of thin air, as if ten thousand swords were stabbing towards the heart of ten thousand swords, and he himself also held the mysterious weapon long sword in his hand and stabbed out the famous "Momentary Scenery Thorn"

Wan Jianxin just attached Gangfeng to the blade, and with a wave of his hand, a huge sword qi burst out of thin air, directly cutting off all the qi swords, and it was only used at the special level of "sword pressure", and then, the long sword in his hand was just straight towards the middle, and he heard "properly" With a sound of the ground, Fang Tianhang's long sword was firmly framed, his means of parrying the momentary scenery stabbing could not even be called the most basic swordsmanship, but the Gangfeng attached to the holy sword had already turned into a sword qi that Fang Tianhang could not fight against at all, completely canceling out Fang Tianhang's hateful blow.

Fang Tianhang didn't dare to retreat this time, so he could only slide sideways, avoiding the chain sword skills that Wan Jianxin might emit, and Wan Jianxin just put down the long sword in his hand, as if the master was waiting for his disciple to make a move, tilting his head and glaring at him.

"The first disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, is it only to this extent?" Wan Jianxin muttered in a low voice as if he was saying to himself, but Fang Tianhang listened to it word for word, and almost became angry and fat: "I really don't know, all those endless resources obtained from looting people's fat and people's ointment are used on which dog." ”

"Who do you say is a dog?!" Fang Tianhang roared, and three silver lights flew out with a flick of his sleeves, which were actually three steel wire flying needles, Wan Jianxin raised his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed into a piece of fine light and shadow, and actually cut the three needles into dozens of sections together with the thread.

"It's just you, the lacklustre lackey of the corrupt people of the post-party who lost their family!" Wan Jianxin sneered, and the fragmented sword light suddenly retracted, forming a terrifyingly bright long sword-type light, stabbing straight towards the bridge of Fang Tianhang's nose.

From the point of view of action, it is "A Moment of Scenery Thorn", but from the perspective of swordsmanship, it is actually beyond the mystery of Liulan, killing Dao Jianmang.

That is the magic of the Shenjian Sect, the final blow of the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra", the last style, which the previous heads of the Shenjian Sect may not be able to comprehend, the real mystery of the final battle.

The moment Fang Tianhang saw that sword light, his mind was actually blank.

He didn't even know how to hide, and he couldn't even think of any sword skills that blocked or even disturbed him, so he could only watch in a daze as the violent, yet serene light came straight to the tip of his nose.

In the next second, the light was gone.

The sword stopped in front of the tip of his nose. The sword pressure brought up by the long sword fell on him unceremoniously, Fang Tianhang instinctively carried the wind to block it, and as a result, two huge storms collided, sending his whole person ten meters away, and he fell into the sand with his back in embarrassment.

Wan Kenxin lowered his hand, the tip of the Heavenly Expedition pointed at the sand, the robe with white flowers on a blue background swaying wantonly in the scattered whirlwind, and the long hair on the swordsman's bun fluttered in the breeze into a decisive battle flag. The broken hair on his forehead flew slightly, and a pair of black and blue eyes emitted a gaze as sharp as the sword qi, and the ten thousand sword hearts after drawing the sword were the sharp and decisive ten thousand sword hearts, not the indifferent and poisonous ten thousand sword hearts.

The wind suddenly increased, and the wind surrounded him, blowing his robes into a banner of justice. A terrifying momentum of being upright and daring to ask for the lives of the people of the world suddenly broke out silently.

His clothes were fluttering, and his body was dusty, and ten meters in front of him, Fang Tianhang was getting up in embarrassment, covered in sand, his robe was full of wrinkles, and even the lines were open in some places. He stood up, bent down again, picked up the long sword that was also sunk in the sand as if bowing to Wan Jianxin, and finally straightened his waist, deliberately assuming a wild and arrogant posture, silently carrying the divine skill.

The wind erupted, and the flow swept away, and the blue-white bands of light swirled around him, and the sand and dirt on his body and even the folds of the robe disappeared in an instant, leaving only the robe rolled up, and the gang wind was haunted.

Fang Tianhang's face turned red, and his eyes with a nervous and crazy look were more white and less black, all of which were like jackals. His other free hand quietly reached into his sleeve and pulled out many fine needles. Obviously, he has completely forgotten the admonition that when the Excalibur Gate was established, it was not allowed to plot to hurt people. He looked crazy, and the expression on his face was almost completely distorted by annoyance, as if he had been violently offended.

"How is it possible? How did you, an outcast, a beggar with no resources, no magical secrets, and even enough to eat, get a holy weapon? How can you have the same cultivation as your own official?" Fang Tianhang scolded frantically in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word, he could only turn his not very bright brain with a grim expression, thinking about all the strategies that could defeat this opponent.

Fang Tianhang knew that he could no longer tolerate Wan Jianxin continuing to live, because the pressure brought to him by Wan Jianxin was too great.

Five years ago, in the Red Blood Secret Realm, he failed to kill Wan Jianxin, and was rescued by a silver-haired boy, and then in the Shenjian Gate Mountain Gate, he failed because of the obstruction of ten thousand people, and could only watch Wan Jianxin take a group of disciples who still have a sense of justice in their hearts down the mountain and disappeared into the night, and now he has caught Wan Jianxin again, no matter what, no matter what kind of hole cards the other party has, what kind of strength to reverse the victory or defeat, he must cut this henchman under the sword.

With Wan Jianxin here, his position as the world's number one young master was shaky, and he couldn't sleep at night.

In Fang Tianhang's subconscious, there are two tricks that don't seem to be very clever to use the most, one is to betray teammates, this trick used to be very effective against Wan Jianxin, but now the relationship between him and Wan Jianxin is only an enemy, there is no basis for use, and the other trick is probably a hidden weapon that people in the Demon Dao are very familiar with hurting people.

The hidden weapon he prepared was not poisonous, a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair, quenched with the poison of life and extinction, and the middle one died, and these needles were extremely fine and very fine, and he was ruthlessly infused with Gangfeng, even if the thirteen-fold Gangfeng could penetrate it, and in the face of people in the same realm as himself, it was almost tried and tested. At this time, because Wan Jianxin suppressed the realm and his sword, he wishfully believed that Wan Jianxin had the most and the most, and only had the same realm as him.

In fact, in Fang Tianhang's heart, Wan Jianxin should only have a ten-fold realm at most, and if it was high, he would be unbearable, and now Wan Jianxin's strength was the same, which made Fang Tianhang unbearable.

"Even if you have a holy weapon, what can you do, under the duel, it is not whoever has the sword in his hand that can win!" Fang Tianhang silently recited this sentence in his heart, pursed his lips, and handed out a sword without saying a word, this sword was sacrificed, the heaven and earth within a radius of three hundred steps suddenly lit up, and a light blue light blade completely replaced the sword in his hand, slashing at the opponent in a mysterious trajectory in the air.

The wind once again turned into countless illusory long swords, stabbing at the heart of ten thousand swords from all directions, and at first glance, there was really a feeling of ten thousand swords returning to the heart. The long sword in Fang Tianhang's hand also truly responded to its name of "uprightness", not partially, not broken, slashed, not sharpened, and stabbed fiercely and directly at the vital point of the body that was completely pointed at Wan Jianxin. Forward stab, turn back to stab, turn corner, pick the stab, rise up and stab downward, horse step stab, light blue lightning exploded around Wan Jianxin's body with Fang Tianhang's stab, and then was annihilated by the almost identical sword qi collision.

Fang Tianhang performed the "Thirty-six Soul Locking Soul Chasing Sword", which is an advanced magic skill of "Assassination Sword Technique", this sword technique was learned by him after joining the government, the moves are ruthless, and he does not lose his dignified and upright spirit, with his seemingly dignified wind and thunder attribute divine skill cultivation, it is also very compatible, and it is very powerful to allow him to play seven or eight points. He walked with the sword, sword after sword, attacking continuously, seeing that the moves became more and more fierce, and the attacks of the sword after sword were slowly connected like a boundless river.

On the other hand, Wan Jianxin, he almost didn't take Fang Tianhang's sword skills seriously, every time the sword attacked, he just used an instinctive sword to resist, and the steps under his feet were only horizontal to the left, almost like a leisurely walk, not at all like Fang Tianhang's body style was elegant and dreamy, it looked quite perfunctory, but this was the same sword as seeing the moves, and it actually made him inadvertently put "Sword Battle in the Eight Directions" Such a miracle is displayed, the silver-white sword is slashed with stabs, sometimes chopped and sometimes cut, and the collapse is hidden, and more than a dozen basic sword skills are combined in a flash, which is also famous in the rivers and lakes "Sword Battle Bafang". This kendo magic skill focuses on defense, and Fang Tianhang's blindly attacking "Soul Chasing Sword" just happened to be compatible, and for a while, the two of them were going back and forth on the wide sand, fighting with their swords.

The sand on the ground was swept up by Fang Tianhang's wind, forming patches of yellow dry mist, and the power of wind and thunder appeared and disappeared in the dry mist, occasionally spitting out, as if the dragon suddenly sprang out of the yellow sand, split the mist in an instant, launched a thunder stab, and suddenly hid between the dense fog and disappeared. On the other hand, the long sword in Wan Jianxin's hand slashed down, and when he stabbed directly, a huge sword light that was hundreds of zhang away burst out, opening a deep ravine on the ground, completely blowing away the sand and dust at the end of the sand, although the actual attack distance of Wan Jianxin was still only one zhang away, that is, three meters, but the killing mystery issued by the long sword in his hand could still gather the Gangfeng air flow between heaven and earth, turning into a huge void sword, and a sword was handed out, and the heaven and earth changed color.

Fang Tianhang swayed his swordsmanship hard, but the magic skills in his body were intermittent, it turned out that he had to divide the thirteen-fold Gangfeng into light and dark strength, one was infused with the power on the bright side of the sword, and fought with Wan Jianxin, and the other secret power was infused into the fingertips of the other hand, urging the cow hair needle, ready to sneak attack, but no matter how hard Fang Tianhang tried, he couldn't use the energy on the bright side to break through the sword of Wan Jianxin, the two of them waved the long sword for a long time in the air, but they didn't let Fang Tianhang find a chance to raid.

The two young swordsmen are swaying the sword shadows in the sky on the sandplain, as top swordsmen, the swords in their hands rarely collide with each other, every move is a must to attack the enemy, and once the move is old, or the opponent's sword blade is about to cut into the vital point, they will move sideways and dodge, after a few minutes of fighting, Fang Tianhang sadly found that he actually did not have a sword to force Wan Jianxin to move, and he himself was the one who was almost hit by a sword every time.

The grade of the divine skill of "Sword Battle Bafang" is far lower than that of "Thirty-six Into the Soul Chasing Sword", even in the Iron Sword Gate, such sword skills are the basic skills of ordinary disciples, but in the hands of Wan Jianxin, this way of swordsmanship is simply much more powerful than "Guanlan Sword Technique", and the simple stabbing and slashing in eight directions can actually force the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Gate back countless times.

At this time, as long as he is a swordsman with a normal shape and mentality and can think calmly, he can see that Wan Jianxin's divine cultivation is only afraid that he is far above Fang Tianhang.

However, at this time, Fang Tianhang was still unaware, or it was impossible for him to believe that Wan Jianxin's divine function surpassed him again, in order to knock down the nine-fold Wan Jianxin and trample it under his feet, Fang Tianhang had already led his master to devote himself to the Demon Dao, betrayed his morality, betrayed his faith, betrayed everything in his soul worth a few gold coins, and completely destroyed Wan Jianxin's future of cultivating divine skills, if this could not let Wan Jianxin fall behind him, then all the efforts of Fang Tianhang in the past five years, could there be any meaning?

He didn't believe that Wan Jianxin could be deeper than his own realm, especially that Wan Jianxin, an outcast who had been expelled from the Divine Sword Sect, could surpass himself, who was almost loved by the world, so all his strategies were based on the principle of "Wan Jianxin is nothing more than that".

In the final analysis, such a miraculous skill as "Thirty-six Soul Locking Soul Chasing Sword" is just a means for him to bully into the inner two feet of Wan Jianxin's body, and the fine needle in his hand can only ensure the maximum hit rate when there is only less than two feet left from the enemy.

Fang Tianhang and Wan Jianxin fought a few times, and finally fought hard with Wan Jianxin, with the huge thrust from the blade, he easily retreated, and at the same time, the seal gathered vitality and made a ready to go. Seeing this, Wan Jianxin simply took a long sword horizontally, which was considered a defense.

Fang Tianhang exerted force under his feet, and the wind emanating from the pores around his body gathered behind him, pushing him to rush over at the same time, the long sword in his right hand slashed from the bottom up, drawing a brilliant arc of light, and the "Moon Slash" was perfectly displayed.

Wan Jianxin held the sword in both hands, raised it slightly, and greeted Fang Tianhang with a style of "Splitting Huashan", and before he made a move, the Absolute Heavenly Expedition in his hand was already full of brilliance, and the dazzling white sword light gathered on Qingfeng.

If Wan Jianxin's attack was really unleashed, the wind pressure of three meters high and one hundred meters long brought by the sword could blast Fang Tianhang flying, not to mention the three-meter sword that was enough to split Fang Tianhang in half. Fang Tianhuang's sword skills converged, Wan Jianxin's sword skills flashed, and both of them seemed to use a killing move to take each other's lives at the same time.