"Little brute, give me death!" Mo Xian roared violently, and slammed a punch into Fang Heng's heart.

Mo Xian's fist was accompanied by a pair of cold iron fists.

After obtaining the increase of true qi, the four ice inscriptions in the fist glove were activated, making Mo Xian's true qi also have an ice attribute, which was cold to the bone.

Before the fist hit, the cold ice true qi caused a layer of snow-white ice flowers to condense on the surface of Fang Heng's body reincarnation armor.

Fang Heng didn't dare to be careless, and slashed with his sword.

The blood-colored sword qi bloomed, pure and fierce, dissolving Mo Xian's fist moves, and sweeping him back more than a dozen steps away.

"Little brute, take your life!"

Mo Xian did not stop there, and continued to brew a second wave of offensive.

Fang Heng also swung his sword and fought back.

In this way, the two of you go back and forth, and in just a few dozen breaths, they have exchanged more than 100 moves, and there is no difference between victory and defeat.

In terms of cultivation alone, the current Fang Heng and Mo Xian are between the best. Strictly speaking, Mo Xian is a little taller than Fang Heng.

Fang Heng relied on the vision of the Evil Emperor level to forcibly remain undefeated.

"The eightfold cultivation of the Tongmai Realm is still too low. Fang Heng frowned secretly.

The Qi Cultivation Realm Martial Artist's Dantian condenses a sea of Qi, and there is a huge gap between the strength and the Tongmai Realm Martial Artist. Whether it is the quality of the true qi or the degree of true qi, it is far superior to that of the Tongmai Realm martial artists.

Fang Heng was able to tie with Mo Xian, who was in the sixfold Qi Cultivation Realm, which was actually a very difficult thing.

In particular, Mo Xian himself also possessed the cultivation of iron bone transformation.

"Hmph, little beast, you only have the eightfold cultivation of the Tongmai Realm, I'll see how you can win me!"

At this time, Mo Xian became more and more courageous, and the hope of victory burst out from his red eyes.

Fang Heng opened the True Eye of the Evil God and fought with all his might, and his True Qi was consumed extremely quickly. In terms of staying power alone, he can't fight hard.

"Master, do you want to use that trick?" In the sea of knowledge, there was a shadowy voice of proposal.

"No, not really. ”

Fang Heng shook his head: "This old thing's body is smart, I opened the true eyes of the evil god, and I can't catch his flaws, even if I use the divine burial, I may not be able to kill him with one blow." ”

Although the lethality of the divine burial is great, it is not necessarily successful.

Once he misses the air, Fang Heng will be temporarily blind due to side effects, and he will definitely lose.

Until the most critical moment of death, Fang Heng would not use the divine burial.

"Gotta find a way ......"

Fang Heng stared at Mo Xian, seeing that his eyes were red and his expression was anxious, he couldn't help but have a plan.

Zheng –

Fang Heng held the bone ruler black sword in front of him, his moves changed sharply, and he was full of energy, and he only defended and did not attack.

In this way, his True Qi consumption was greatly reduced.

"Little brute, you!" Mo Xian threw out more than thirty punches in a row, all of which were defused by Fang Heng.

For a while, Mo Xian became agitated and angry.

"Stinky boy, what kind of hero are you guarding like this!" Mo Xian couldn't fight for a long time, and scolded sharply.

Fang Heng sneered and didn't answer, guarding more and more tightly.

"Damn it!"

Mo Xian was furious, and was secretly anxious in his heart: "I have injuries on my body, if I continue to stalemate, it will be very bad, I have to think of some countermeasures and solve it quickly!"

Mo Xian's gaze swept over Fang Heng's body, and finally, it landed on the bone ruler black sword in his hand.

"This stinky boy, who holds the divine weapon of Elder Hai, is very good at swordsmanship. ”

"If I can force him to not use his sword moves, he will definitely be defeated!" Mo Xian's old eyes narrowed, and a countermeasure gradually appeared in his heart, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile.

"Death!"

Mo Xian rushed forward, his body swirled, and the whole person looked like an old turtle, bullying Fang Heng.

Kametoko!

Fang Heng slashed diagonally with his sword, but was blocked by Mo Xiange, and immediately sensed that a force that twisted and swirled outwards was about to fly out with his body.

"Not good!"

Fang Heng's pupils contracted, and he knew that something was wrong, so he had to abandon his sword and use his fists, and protect his fists in front of his chest.

Collapse!

The black sword of the bone ruler was pulled by a huge force, swirled, and slammed diagonally into the rock wall of the tomb.

"Haha! Little brute, I'll see what kind of defense you have now!" Mo Xian saw that his plan had succeeded, he laughed proudly, and his fists came out together, slamming into Fang Heng's chest.

It's in the midst of lightning.

Suddenly, the corners of Fang Heng's mouth hooked up with an evil smile.

Roar –

The muscles and bones trembled, and the dragon's groan echoed.

Dragon and Tiger Tongming Fist Ninth Style, Dragon Roar!

Rumble!

The dragon-shaped phantom and the tiger-shaped phantom appeared from Fang Heng's fists at the same time, and with an unstoppable momentum, they blasted into Mo Xian's dantian!

Compared with Mo Xian's boxing moves, Fang Heng's Dragon and Tiger Tongming Fist was faster and more fierce.

Boom!

Mo Xiandantian, there was a cracking sound. He was beaten upside down and flew out, lying on the ground, vomiting blood.

Fang Heng used the bone ruler black sword to fight for a long time, but he couldn't win, he abandoned the sword and used his fist, and he actually won with one blow?

"Little brute! you...... Ahem...... You're yin me!" Mo Xian slammed his hand on the ground, his expression hideous.

"Am I yin you?"

Fang Heng sneered: "Who told you that I can only use swordsmanship and not boxing?"

Of course, Fang Heng knows how to box.

In his previous life, before creating his own Blood Blade Sword Technique, Fang Heng had practiced boxing techniques for more than three hundred years, and had cultivated more than a dozen boxing techniques to perfection.

How could he not know boxing?

Mo Xian thought that Fang Heng was young and specialized in swordsmanship, and once the weapon was taken off, he would be beaten passively.

But he never thought that Fang Heng only thought that he would think like this, so he deliberately only defended and did not attack, tempting him to be fooled.

Now Mo Xian made a mistake, lost all the games, the dantian was abolished, and there was no way to fight back!

"Little beast, I am not even planted in your hands, and I will never let you go if I become a ghost in the future!"

Mo Xianqing knew that there was no possibility of turning over, and when he turned his heart sideways, he was about to bite the poison pill and commit suicide.

But.

He had just opened his mouth, but suddenly he felt a numbness on his face and his jaw did not obey.

It turned out that Fang Heng had already expected him to swallow poison, so he pinched his jaw with a slap and took out the poison pill hidden in his mouth!

"You, stinky boy, you...... What do you want to do?" Mo Xian looked up at Fang Heng with a shocked expression.

"What are you doing? Hmph, since you are a spy of the Demon Sect, you must know many secrets, how could I let you die so easily?" Fang Heng smiled faintly.

After speaking, Fang Heng quickly took out a stone chair from the storage bracelet and tied Mo Xian to the stone chair with a fine iron chain.

"Let go of me, stinky boy, you...... What are you going to do!" Mo Xian struggled, shocked.

Fang Heng didn't answer, took out a one-foot-long sharp iron needle, and stabbed it into Mo Xian's finger.

"Ahh

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and Mo Xian's painful face was deformed, and he screamed miserably.

"Say, why did the Demon Sect want to borrow the hands of the Lin family to murder our family!" Fang Heng asked sharply.

This is exactly Fang Heng's ultimate purpose in dealing with Mo Xian - to investigate the truth behind the marriage catastrophe!

"I, I don......'t know," Mo replied reluctantly.

Poof!

Another iron needle was inserted into Mo Xian's second finger.

"Ahh

Poof!

Fang Heng's heart is like iron, as long as he can't ask the answer he wants, he will continue to execute.

In this way, he continued to torture Mo Xian for half a quarter of an hour, and Mo Xian couldn't bear it and passed out.

"Hmph, don't worry, there's time for you to think about it. When you wake up, let's continue to consume, I'll see if you say it or not. ”

Fang Heng sneered, stopped caring about Mo Xian for the time being, and turned around and came to the crystal coffin in the center of the tomb.

"Dragon Saint Emperor Dominates the Heavens...... Just let me see, what is going on with your Dragon Saint Inheritance!"

Fang Heng clenched the black sword of the bone ruler, and slashed towards the crystal coffin with a sword.