Underestimating the opponent!

This is the feeling that Leng Xuanfeng revealed deep down when he saw the other party showing his true realm.

The ninth order of the Wujun realm is really this realm.

He knew very well that the difference between the Martial Monarch Realm and the Martial King Realm was not the same.

Between the two great realms, the difference is almost the existence of the two worlds.

"Almost......" Fang Ru didn't pay much attention to the other party's shock, clicked on the character panel to query, and sighed lightly.

At present, the balance of the rich coins displayed on the balance of his character panel is 7,911 million, which is only one step away from 8 billion.

The inheritance of the previous disciples of the Tongming Sect was not very valuable, and it could give them much help.

Just a little bit.

At this moment, Fang Ru looked up at this cold Xuanfeng's gaze, like a hungry wolf.

Now that it is upgraded, it will take 89 million luxury coins, and in a short period of time, where will these luxury coins come from?

The guy in front of him, who knew at a glance that he had an extraordinary background and was worth a lot of money, became Fang Ru's best prey.

And this guy, damn it!

The corpse of the fellow disciple is still not far away, the bones are not cold, and this guy is also murderous to himself.

Boom!

A domineering purple light wind stabbing sword suddenly appeared in Fang Ru's hand, and a dazzling purple light instantly emerged, appearing in the middle of the venue at first glance.

Not only that, but the purple light suit also appeared in an instant, and it was neatly dressed.

Unparalleled in the world!

Fang Ru, who was ready, presented in front of Leng Xuanfeng with a complete attitude.

However, the posture that this Tongming Sect disciple has become accustomed to is to make Leng Xuanfeng on the other side stunned.

What the hell is this?

Isn't Tongming Sect a new sect, this guy in front of him, it stands to reason that he is a guy from a poor country, why does the weapon on the other party look even better than his own son's?

What the hell is the purple light that lingers all over his body, and what the hell is the wings condensed by the purple light behind him?

What's even more incredible is the four words suspended and condensed on the top of the head.

This breath is indeed very big, but what he can't understand is that the other party is not the ninth order of the Martial Monarch Realm, how can he release the aura and condense it into four fonts, suspended on the top of his head?

Now, for Fang Ru in front of him, he is becoming more and more unable to see through.

"Look at the ......" party subconsciously grabbed the buckle and was ready to throw it out.

"Eh, what are you doing, master, didn't you just promise?"

The shouts of buckles sounded in his ears, and Fang Ru came back to his senses at this time, almost forgetting about it.

After thinking about it, Fang Ru spoke: "Today doesn't count, it starts tomorrow and last." ”

As Fang Ru's words fell, he raised his hand to throw the buckle in his hand forward, and threw it quickly.

Buckled in mid-air, he flew over like a spiral, with tears in his eyes: "Fang Ru I will go to your uncle!"

"Don't make a fuss, resist a shot, and see how strong he is. And at this time, in front of the buckle, a system dialog box suddenly appeared, "It's done, I won't use you as a meteor hammer later." ”

Obviously, this is Fang Ru using the system to communicate with him secretly.

Buckle wanted to cry without tears, looking at the gun head in the other party's hand, approaching his side, helpless.

Who makes the home host?

To put it nicely, I call it a system, and in layman's terms, I am just a plug-in tool.

Leng Xuanfeng's side was also very surprised, he couldn't understand, why did this Fang Ru throw his spirit beast over?

Could it be that he has already given up on this spirit beast?

But the other party's actions were exactly what he wanted, and this cheap bird just did something to himself, and he couldn't wait to cut it with a thousand knives.

Fang Ru was so considerate to send this opportunity to him, how could he not accept it?

Sou!

The spear shook, the spear came out like a dragon, and the tip of the spear rushed out in an instant, pointing at the chubby body of the buckle.

Boom!

However, something happened that Leng Xuanfeng couldn't understand, the spear in his hand was clearly bombarded on the buckle's body, and he could even see that the tip of his spear was on the other party's white and fat belly, with an obvious depression.

But such a domineering shot, when the bombardment passed, it was actually unable to cause the slightest damage to the other party.

Not a drop of blood!

"Leng Xuanfeng, the second order of the Martial King Realm, the strength of five hundred and thirty thousand brute bulls, the golden aura!" was stabbed in mid-air by a gun, and shouted to Fang Ru with a sly look in his eyes.

"What!" Leng Xuanfeng was here, and his heart seemed to be rolling up a stormy wave.

What is the situation now, even if he didn't stab this cheap bird to death with one shot, the other party can still accurately tell his own situation.

Could it be that the ability of this spirit beast is to expose the information of the object of attack?

In this world, although the existence of spirit beasts is unpredictable, it has many indescribable effects.

But he had never heard of such mysterious abilities.

On the other side, Fang Ru's eyes were fixed, and he was already slammed, and rushed over.

Buckle's yelling, success distracted him, how could he miss this opportunity.

His body was like purple light, Fang Ru suddenly rushed to Leng Xuanfeng's face, and raised his hand to pass with a sword.

And at this moment, the money-burning mode is turned on.

Rumble!

The flames of golden burning instantly surged on Fang Ru's body, and a pair of pupils turned golden, extremely sharp.

The strength is rising, reaching the peak in an instant.

Five hundred and forty thousand eight, five hundred and thirty thousand, is indeed a slight distance.

But......

"Face the wind!" Fang Ru flicked his long sword, the golden light was shining, and the ground was torn apart by the domineering sword qi, and the golden whirlwind formed by the condensation was thrown head-on at an extremely close distance.

Slash the wind!

Swish!

The sudden appearance of the golden whirlwind made Leng Xuanfeng's complexion change drastically and he made a mistake in judgment.

Wu Jun Realm was unable to leave his body, and this situation made him misjudge, thinking that Fang Ruyi's sword would hand over to his spear body.

When the time comes, use his strength to unload his long sword and get close, and then shoot at the opponent's heart.

But he didn't expect that this Fang Ru would be able to use a fifth-rank martial art, a martial arts at the level of the Martial King Realm!

"Ah!" Leng Xuanfeng must deal with it with all his strength at this moment, otherwise it will only be him who suffers.

It's just that when he smashed this whirlwind sword qi away, he saw Fang Ru, who came to his side at some point, looking at him with a sneer, caressing the back of the sword with two fingers, and pulling towards the void on his side.

Whew!Whew!

In an instant, the three golden sword qi condensed in the air and aimed at themselves.

Three points of swordsmanship!

Disease!

(End of chapter)