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Fan Zhinian was very angry, out of anger, compared to the fact that he was lagging behind, he couldn't accept Xiao Qiang's humiliation. 【Reading.com】

But he was helpless, his teleport ability wasn't very powerful, and the time between each time was fixed, and the distance he traveled was fixed.

Obviously, the damn Xiao Qiang has already calculated and controlled the rhythm, so he will fall into a vicious circle of passive beating.

Don't think that Xiao Qiang is the attacking side, and the energy consumed is greater, in fact, the energy and mental power consumed by teleportation are even greater

Fan Zhinian knew that he couldn't go on like this, this battle was not only about his own face, but also about the face of the sect.

Only by killing Xiao Qiang can he wash away the shame on his body

Under the strong emotional fluctuations, as soon as Fan Zhinian appeared, he let out an angry roar, and finally pulled out the long sword at his waist.

Xiao Qiang was relieved, couldn't ask for it, and almost at the same time pulled out the Huoyun Sword.

The Huoyun Sword had long been burned by Xiao Qiang's battle intent and murderous aura, and at this moment it finally came out of its sheath, it made a buzzing sound, trembling violently in Xiao Qiang's hands, and emitting a tyrannical blood mist outward, like a bloodthirsty monster that couldn't wait to drink the enemy's blood

Xiao Qiang's momentum skyrocketed, his eyes burned with two faint fires, and he carried the Fire Cloud Sword and quickly slashed towards Fan Zhinian not far away.

The tyrannical murderous aura condensed in a line, hidden invisible, and pushed forward like lightning, and when it hit Fan Zhinian's spiritual power shield, it let out a clear explosion

The space in front of him suddenly sank, Fan Zhinian's chest was stuffy, he took a step back, and after standing still, he only felt that his whole body was cold, and he couldn't help but look at Xiao Qiang in horror.

It's so powerful

Xiao Qiang dragged the sword with one hand, strode forward, and slashed forward without any fancy sword.

The murderous aura of the second sword. Even more so than the first sword

Fan Zhinian's long sword crossed his chest, and when the sword qi attacked, he took a step back again, his whole face had turned blue-white, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Xiao Qiang's clothes are flying, and he is walking leisurely. As he moved forward, he slashed out three swords one after another.

A piercing pop sounded. Fan Zhinian's spiritual defense was torn apart in an instant, and at the moment when the sword qi entered his body, he let out a roar of rage, and once again cast a teleportation, disappearing in an instant, only spilling a few traces of blood in the air.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiao Qiang's mouth, and the mystery of Jedi Killing was activated, and thirty-two small swords came out of his body, circling and flying around his body. Each sword is attached to Xiao Qiang's thoughts, capturing the breath of Fan Zhinian.

Under the emotional infection of the Fire Cloud Sword Sword Soul, the thirty-two small swords also became sharper, sharper, and more perceptive, and there was more room for diffusion.

Poof

Fan Zhinian had just appeared from behind Xiao Qiang, and he was overjoyed, but he hadn't had time to sneak attack yet. A small sword flew from the left side like lightning, cutting a bloody cut in his face

Fan Zhinian let out a shy roar, and had to use the teleportation skill again, and disappeared suddenly before Xiao Qiang locked onto him.

The people watching the battle had already been shocked by Xiao Qiang's divine swordsmanship, and those who had advanced cultivation naturally understood. Xiao Qiang has reached the realm of comprehending the sword soul, and the cultivation of the sword cultivation is really amazing.

But in the eyes of people with low cultivation, Xiao Qiang is too mysterious and weird, and he has exceeded their cognition.

Fan Zhinian's cousin, why is it so familiar

Fan Zhiyun searched for the memories of the Sword Pavilion in his mind, and suddenly thought of the Demon Clan's Demon Sword Gate, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and he pointed at Xiao Qiang and said: "He is a Demon Clan, and he uses Demon Clan's demon arts."

Beside Fan Zhiyun, the faces of the guests from the Northern Olympic Federation darkened, and they secretly said If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, it's just that you are ignorant, if you let outsiders think that the people of my Northern Olympic Federation are like this, how will you mix in the future

Fan Zhiyun also seemed to react, and when he saw the people around him looking at him like fools, his face suddenly turned red and he lowered his head in shame.

"Big cousin, Xiao Qiang's bastard is really a demon person"

"Shut up and watch the game"

In the square, another round of whack-a-mole began, but this time Xiao Qiang used not a hammer, but an axe

Every time Xiao Qiang took out his sword, he would leave a sword mark on Fan Zhinian's body, and on the bluestone floor of the square, scattered and scattered, spilling a little bit of blood, as if a master was painting painstakingly, gradually forming a strange figure.

Fan Zhinian had no way to launch a counterattack against Xiao Qiang, he knew that he couldn't hold on for long, but to make him admit defeat, it was harder than death, and besides, the two had agreed before the game, this was a never-ending duel.

Xiao Qiang can't do anything about Fan Zhinian, he is not strong enough to lock Fan Zhinian's qi machine, even if Fan Zhinian escapes into the void, he can attack, so he has to use this stupid method to deal with Fan Zhinian.

Sometimes, a stupid way is actually a good way.

Finally, Fan Zhinian's figure slowed down, although it was only half a second slower than before, but for a master, half a second was enough to kill a person

At the moment when Fan Zhinian dodged Xiao Qiang's flying sword and was about to escape into the void, a shadowless and invisible small sword flew towards Fan Zhinian like lightning, and with a pop, it stabbed him in the throat

Fan Zhinian let out a strange scream, his body trembled, and he fell from the ground like a stone, and fell heavily on the ground.

He lay on the ground covered in blood, his head on his back, his chin and neck bloodied, his wounds stained with shards of jade, and a broken necklace slipped from his neck and drooped to his side.

"The Year of the Year"

"Cousin"

Fan Zhiyun and his little cousin watched Fan Zhinian fall to the ground, shocked, and hurriedly ran forward and hugged Fan Zhinian.

Fan Zhinian didn't die, his jade necklace saved his life, and the scene of his throat being stabbed in his mind still flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but tremble with fear in his heart.

He didn't sense the aura of the little sword at all, and he couldn't even be sure if there was such a sword, but when the Shadowless Sword stabbed him, he sketched a vague outline of a small sword in his mind.

Although Fan Zhinian did not die, he was so embarrassed that he was knocked to the ground, and this humiliation made him worse than dead.

He was unwilling, he wanted to stand up and continue fighting, but his breath had already been vented, his legs were weak, his body collapsed, and he couldn't stand up at all.

The little cousin hugged the struggling Fan Zhinian, and couldn't help crying with joy: "My cousin didn't die, my cousin just fell from the air, and my cousin didn't die." If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation