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This attitude made many sword cultivators secretly worried about him.

Although they were defeated by Fang Xiaowu's sword, they also knew that Fang Xiaowu's strength was very strong, but Fang Xiaowu's opponent this time was not them, but Jian Zun.

And it's not one sword venerable, it's two sword venerables.

Although these two Sword Venerables have always been submissive to no one and will fight swords every few years, now, their common enemy is Fang Xiaowu.

The so-called "common hatred of the enemy", they will definitely go all out to deal with Fang Xiaowu!

Fang Xiaowu not only didn't think about dividing them, but also provoked them to make them more united to the outside world.

This is simply looking for death.

Seeing that Fang Xiaowu was still the same, the two Sword Venerables were completely enraged.

They originally wanted to single-handedly challenge Fang Xiaowu, but at this moment, they decided to fight a quick battle, and they must join forces to defeat Fang Xiaowu, and only use one move.

Suddenly, the two sword venerables suddenly jumped up, and the sword in their hands swayed a thousand layers of sword shadows, like a rolling blizzard, rolling towards Fang Xiaowu.

Blizzard Sword!

Martial Arts Academy Heaven-level swordsmanship.

Not only that, but they also used the power of the Yuan Soul in this move, which can be described as killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

Either they fell or Fang Xiaowu fell, and there was no point of retreating.

Fang Xiaowu was still motionless, and even his eyes changed from slightly closed to tightly closed.

Seeing that the sword shadow was about to descend on Fang Xiaowu's body, Fang Xiaowu suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes were shining, and there was a golden light, and two fonts flew out of it, namely the word "king" and the word "ba".

Elixir!

Fang Xiaowu used the power of Jin Dan, and it was still in the case of luck.

At the same time, his "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations" also urged him to the extreme of what he could master.

The two golden characters passed through the shadow of the sword, as if entering a no-man's land, and instantly hit the two sword venerables.

And when the sword shadows emitted by the two Sword Venerables fell on Fang Xiaowu's body, Fang Xiaowu did not give up his strength, but was strong!

Powerful power!

He urged the power of the chalcedony sword to sixty percent!

In an instant, the quasi-immortal-level divine sword showed its own power beyond the heaven-level divine sword, and it actually crushed all the sword shadows.

Bang!

Two strands of sword qi suddenly emitted from the shattered sword shadow and hit Fang Xiaowu's body, but at this time, Fang Xiaowu suddenly gave up his strength again, and dissolved the power of the sword qi into ten **.

Then, although his man was backing away, after taking four steps back, he stood firmly, and although he was a little tired, he was not injured.

The two Sword Venerables were stunned.

But in the next moment, they found that their clothes were shattering, and the shattered fonts were emitting from the inside out.

Burst!

The two vomited blood and fell straight down, not dead, but seriously injured.

Even Xue Rendi didn't expect Fang Xiaowu to defeat the two Sword Venerables in such a way, and like everyone else, they all looked stunned.

Only the White-clothed Sword Sect, because he had long expected that the battle situation would be such a result, did not show surprise on his face.

He waved his hand, and saw Jiang Jiushan and Deng Shu quickly enter the Sword Ruins, picked up the two Sword Venerables, and quickly left the Sword Ruins.

"Fang Xiaowu, you won. Your current opponent is only Meng Xinglong, defeat him, you are a half-step Sword Sect, if he defeats you, he is a half-step Sword Sect. ”

After speaking, the white-clothed Sword Sect floated away.

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That night, in the sword house of Xue Rendi, there was a lot of noise and drinking, and among these people, some of them had not smelled wine for hundreds of years.

Fang Xiaowu drank the most, but he was also the first to leave the Sword House.

The sword cultivators thought that he was going back to retreat and cultivate in order to have the strongest sword fight with Meng Xinglong.

And they, after tonight, imagine that they will not have the opportunity to get together and drink like this, so they will drink until dawn before leaving.

Three days later, someone found that Fang Xiaowu was not in the sword house, because his sword house was wide open, and there was no one in it at all.

Where did Fang Xiaowu go?

You pass on this matter to me, I pass it on to you, and finally everyone knows about it.

In this regard, the White-clothed Sword Sect was quite surprised.

Although he guessed why Fang Xiaowu had to defeat the two Sword Venerables first, he didn't guess that Fang Xiaowu actually didn't choose to retreat.

What the hell is this kid doing? Could it be that he just wants to use this state to fight against Meng Xinglong, who has the most hope of becoming a half-step sword sect?

A day later, someone saw Fang Xiaowu on the top of the mountain.

However, this sword cultivator, who first discovered Fang Xiaowu, did not go up to disturb Fang Xiaowu.

This sword cultivator saw Fang Xiaowu standing on the edge of a high cliff, standing against the wind, living like a fossil, existing in place for tens of thousands of years.

However, Fang Xiaowu's body obviously still had a smell of alcohol left.

This shows that he did not return to his sword house at all after leaving that night, but came to the top of the mountain, standing on the edge of a high cliff, and has been until now.

Half an hour later, that sword cultivator hurriedly descended the mountain and spread the news.

By the next day, many sword cultivators had come to the top of the mountain.

They were worried that Fang Xiaowu had a problem with his body.

After all, the strength of the two Sword Venerables was seriously injured in one move, but it was not something that the heavens and men could control from far beyond the peak cultivation, even if it was the late stage cultivation of the Unity Realm, only one person out of a hundred could do it.

Finally, the White-clothed Sword Sect also came.

He looked at Fang Xiaowu for a while, and then asked the other sword cultivators to disperse, don't come to the top of the mountain to disturb Fang Xiaowu again.

And he himself, after staring deeply at Fang Xiaowu for a while, also chose to leave.

The next day, someone came to the top of the mountain, but it was Meng Xinglong.

He originally wanted to say something to Fang Xiaowu, but after he saw Fang Xiaowu's fossil-like back, he reached out and touched the hilt of his sword, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

After a long time, Meng Xinglong slowly moved his hand away from the hilt of the sword, and became the same as Fang Xiaowu, not moving at all, like a rock.

One day later, two days, three days.

Day 4.

Meng Xinglong suddenly moved, his hand touched the hilt of the sword again, and the sword qi was about to be released.

And once he sends it out, the sky is bound to fall apart.

Suddenly, from Fang Xiaowu's mouth, a song was sung: "The autumn rain is a blue sky, and the mountains are leaning on the clear sky." Jiangnan and Jiangbei are worried, and pay for the wine snail red. The reed leaf canopy is thousands of miles away, and the mushroom and the soup are a dream, and they are speechless and sent back to Hong. Drunken eyes, resentful in the sunset. Outside Pingzhou, the mountains want to be twilight, and the eyebrows are raised. The world looks up to Chen and sighs at the two immortals. I didn't see the willows at that time, but the smoke and rain in the past wiped out a few heroes. The heavens and the earth are lonely, and the horses are blowing westward. ”

"Heaven and earth are lonely, and horses are west winds. ”

Fang Xiaowu muttered the last sentence, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, the howling sound was not high-pitched, but a sad song, like a homesick wanderer.

At this moment, he is like a child, he doesn't know what control is, he cries when he wants to cry, laughs when he wants to laugh, and is naked between heaven and earth.

And listening to Fang Xiaowu's howling, Meng Xinglong's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he couldn't launch his sword qi.

If he forcibly launched it, it would greatly reduce his sword qi, and he would have no way to deal with Fang Xiaowu at all.

Gradually, Fang Xiaowu's howling turned from a tragic song to a heroic one, like a lonely soldier in the battlefield, looking around, corpses were all over the field, blood and yellow sand, and he was the only one in the world.

At this time, Meng Xinglong's eyebrows furrowed deeper when he heard this, and his face twitched slightly, as if he was enduring something, as if he was breaking free of something!