"Is this book right?" Fang Zi asked in surprise as he turned his head to Han Fang.

Han Fang flipped through the black book on the side, the joy in his eyes became worse and worse, and he shouted a little crazy: "This must be a powerful cheatbook, it must be!"

Fang Zi was so shocked that he was about to reach out to get the black book, but Han Fang's expression changed, he slapped his palm away, and said with a dark face, "What are you going to do?"

"What?"

Fang Zi was a little confused for a while, and he couldn't quite understand, but as soon as he thought about it, he thought of something, and his eyes became cold and said, "Fat Han, you are so greedy, even I don't want to give it." ”

"What kind of thing are you, which round of such exercises will you practice? ”

Han Fang immediately turned his face and showed no mercy, he had a lot of cheats in hand, and the momentum I had in the world, I didn't care about Fang Zi's face that was black at the bottom of the pot.

The two are full of eyes and-for-tat, and they are very likely to fight.

Chang Fu's eyes were full of mockery, and he wished that these two people would fight for the secret book in order to break the bloodstream, and it was best to lose both, then he could secretly make a profit.

But suddenly, the eyes of both of them were fixed on Chang Fu, who fell to the ground.

It's okay to fight inwardly, but you have to kill Chang Fu, an outsider, first.

At this point, the two were surprisingly consistent, Fang Zi's eyes rolled slightly, he sneered, and the hand holding the sword suddenly moved.

The corners of Chang Fu's mouth were smiling, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and he could feel two pairs of murderous eyes staring at him coldly, making him shudder with a chill down his spine.

Chang Fu was shocked and calm, but he was ready to fight to the death.

Suddenly, his body turned sideways for a while, and he quickly avoided the cutting blade, and then, Chang Fu's eyes were condensed, and his legs kicked unguardedly on Fang Zijing's legs and feet.

Fang Zi was unprepared, and was suddenly kicked two or three meters away.

Han Fang's eyes changed suddenly, and the killing intent poured out, and he pulled out a scimitar from his waist and slashed towards Chang Fu, the sharp knife momentum contained a strong killing intent.

Chang Fu didn't stop after kicking Fang Zi away, and pushed his heel to the ground, stirring up a pile of wind and dust, and moving his body away a distance of several meters.

Kankan dodged the sword.

One trick failed, Han Fang was not the slightest disappointed, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he simply regarded this as Chang Fu's dying struggle.

The cutlass was stuck in the ground.

Han Fang's strength together, his body rushed, and he suddenly slid the scimitar into the ground for a distance, and when he arrived, he pulled the scimitar out of the ground as if it was reversed.

In an instant, a burst of half-moon-shaped sword qi mixed with flying sand and rocks slashed out.

Chang Fu got up quickly, but the sword qi came in an instant, he turned sideways and avoided it, still being slashed on the back by the knife qi, and blood gushed out.

Chang Fuqiang is calm, his will is as stable as a rock, even if he is injured in many places on his body, his face does not change, he has not exhaled in pain once, his eyes are slightly cold, and he thinks: "Slashing out the sword qi, if it is not the effect of martial arts, it means that this person's internal strength is at least more than twenty points." ”

It is a basic unit of calculation for a series of cultivation systems such as internal strength and internal qi, which is used to refer to the accumulation degree of power, which is almost the same as the early year unit, because it has been expanded to many aspects of strength to replace the year unit.

Chang Fu frowned, and suddenly felt that the pressure increased greatly, his own internal strength was at most fifteen chips, and there was no good martial art, compared to it, the chance of winning was close to zero.

Fang Zi jumped up in shock, smacked a few mouthfuls of dirt stains, and felt a little annoyed in his heart, he didn't notice that he had been exploited by this garbage for a while, and Han Fang didn't laugh at him in his eyes, and this face would be lost.

Han Fang didn't think about it so much, and after the sword qi slashed over, his figure also rioted.

Chang Fu's eyes, who avoided most of the half-moon knife qi, were suddenly startled, and he saw Han Fang appear under a burst of illusory afterimages, and the scimitar in his hand turned sideways at a strange angle, and with a single stroke, it was about to cut through Chang Fu's belly.

Frightened.

Chang Fu suddenly shouted, and his voice shook the heavens and the earth loudly, and it was the first to grab people.

A thunderous sound sounded in Han Fang's ears, and his heart was suddenly shaken, and the sword momentum suddenly stopped for a moment.

Chang Fu's eyes lit up, and he shot a fierce fist towards Han Fang's heart.

Han Fang drew a knife for first aid, stepped back, and the quick scimitar cut Chang Fu's elbow, and immediately cut off a large piece of fat.

However, the corners of Chang Fu's mouth were filled with a sneer.

Chang Fu suddenly supported the ground with one hand, leaned down, and his legs flipped rapidly, suddenly slashing from Han Fang's ribs to his shoulders.

The seemingly fat body is unexpectedly sensitive.

Han Fang sensed that something was wrong, so he quickly condensed the internal force of his body and blocked the part in front of his chest, but unexpectedly, since that leg was crossed, Han Fang's body was frozen and motionless.

Fang Zi was surprised and shouted, "Fat Han?"

"Hmph, stop screaming. ”

Chang Fu got up slowly, stood at a very close distance in front of Han Fang, and said indifferently.

"Trash, what did you say?"

"I said, stop screaming, he's dead. ”

Chang Fu sneered at the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger and pointed at Han Fang's body, and suddenly, Han Fang fell to the ground like a dead man.

Fang Zi was shocked, Han Fang's eyes were wide open, his skin quickly flashed a trace of blue-gray, but his limbs were extremely stiff, his eyes changed drastically, and he was shocked: "What's the matter, how could you kill Han Fatzi, what kind of trick did you use!"

The cold moonlight poured on the earth, illuminating Chang Fu's position, but he saw a sharp cold light on the soles of his shoes.

Poison only.

Chang Fu, who felt that the emperor was fighting openly and secretly, moved his shoes for a while, and the soles of his shoes were added with a layer of sharp inverted saw-shaped small blades, and a very effective toxin was added to the blade, just to save his life at a critical time.

Basically, the warriors under the king will be slow to move after being hit, and the warriors under the warriors will even see blood to seal their throats.

Extremely toxic.

Although Han Fang was able to avoid a certain position in that move just now, he happened to be cut a little skin by a knife saw, and the toxin spread into it like this, and suddenly, one move was fatal.

It is not a waste of Changfu to spend a lot of money to buy this small bit of poison.

But this kind of tricky method is not easy to use, it is considered lucky to be able to win once, if it were not for Han Fang and others despising him, it would not be so easy to be hit.

Fang Zi's expression was a little panicked, and Chang Fu, who was silent and covered in blood, became extremely terrifying in his eyes at this moment, as terrifying as the evil monster Shura, and the arm that hung down quietly seemed to be able to pull out a bunch of means to deal with him at any time, making him die several times worse than Han Fang.