"You're looking for death!"

An elder of the Heaven Splitting Sect stood up with a "poof", and it was his apprentice.

When he became a disciple, he was accepted as an apprentice by Liang. Liang is also quite powerful among the elders of the Heaven Splitting Sect, and he even lives in the noble Heaven Splitting Palace.

"It's just a competition, why do you take it so hard, and how did your master teach you?"

Liang looked at Fan Chen coldly, his aura was rolling, and he exuded an extremely strong aura all over his body. There was even a coercion, pressing towards the mortal dust, as if a big wave was impacting, and he was obviously already a spiritual cultivator who had surpassed the Spirit Supreme.

"Where were you when your apprentice was about to kill me? Now that he is just injured, you can't help it? Your skills are not as good as others, who is to blame? If you fight a life-and-death battle with someone, do you still expect others to show mercy?"

Fan Chen has never seen any big scenes? Even the sixth demon king dared to kill him, what is a mere light. As long as he is given enough time, it will be easy to surpass Liang. You still want to scare him with such a good look?

"It's so arrogant!!"

"I admire him a lot, if it were me, I wouldn't have the courage to do this!"

The discussion of the surrounding disciples of the Heaven Splitting Sect made Liang's eyes flicker with raging anger.

When did even a mere spiritual cultivator dare to be so rude to him? Could it be that he has no majesty at all?

"That's it, this time I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, so that you know that you respect your master!"

Liang jumped up, and the next moment he appeared not far from the mortal dust. Fan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, with his current strength, it was impossible to defeat Liang.

Because Liang is also the supreme cultivator.

However, if Liang wanted to kill him, it would not be so easy.

However, just as Fan Chen was about to reply, a voice sounded quietly.

"What? do you want to touch him?"

Liang just wanted to scold back, but when he saw the talker, he choked back.

"The fight between juniors, you are an old immortal to get involved? besides, your skills are not as good as others, and you dare to do it?" A look flashed with a hint of danger, so that Liang suddenly had nothing to say.

"Fan boy, continue!" Yiyi ignored Liang's face and said directly.

In this regard, Fan Chen also nodded, waiting for the next challenger to come up.

This opponent is a woman named Zhao Qiao.

The previous sword of Fan Chen also impressed Zhao Qiao very deeply, and she was looking for an opportunity to compete with Fan Chen to see whose sword was faster.

"This swordsman, if not, how about we compare whose sword is faster?"

When he said this, Zhao Qiao also thought carefully. The strength that Fan Chen showed before was not just a fast sword.

If mortal dust is only faster than his sword, it is clear that he has given up his strengths. Originally, Zhao Qiao thought that Fan Chen would definitely object, but who knew that Fan Chen actually smiled and nodded.

"Are you sure you're better than my sword?"

Fan Chen's readily agreed, which made Zhao Qiao a little embarrassed. After all, in her sect, everyone knows that Zhao Qiao has only come to this point by relying on a fast sword, but this is not the case with Fan Chen.

If you compare the fast sword alone, even Teng and those people don't think they can beat Zhao Qiao. In the Flying Sword Sect, until now, there has been no sword faster than Zhao Qiao.

Even Fan Chen's sword only made Zhao Qiao feel that he was an opponent, and in fact he was still slower than her.

"Well, let's get out of the sword!"

Such a relaxed and casual attitude made Zhao Qiao pout angrily. In her opinion, Fan Chen clearly underestimated her, and since this is the case, then she wants to let Fan Chen see how fast her sword is.

"Okay, let's take the sword!"

Zhao Qiao said angrily, and pulled out his long sword. In a flash of silver light, her sword had already come to the face of mortal dust, if it was a previous opponent, she would have been caught off guard in the face of this sword, and she would only be defeated.

However, this time Zhao Qiao's opponent was Fan Chen, and the others didn't see when Fan Chen drew his sword at all, anyway, when Zhao Qiao's sword was less than three feet away from Fan Chen, Fan Chen's sword blocked Zhao Qiao's sword.

"It's so fast! No wonder you dare to compare with me!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Qiao's big eyes, but he didn't expect Fanchen's sword to be so fast. Such an opponent is the best opponent, and the previous opponents were too boring to let her play her full strength at all.

"Since you're so powerful, then I won't hide it, look at the sword!"

By Zhao Qiao's side, a strong wind suddenly blew for a while, and at this time, she was completely different from before, as if she had become a wind elf. Her sword seemed to turn into a gust of wind.

It can be said that Zhao Qiao's sword already has the taste of wind, no wonder she can come out of the sword so quickly. Moreover, with all her strength, a sword was faster than a sword, and in just a moment, other spiritual cultivators could no longer see her sword.

"If it were someone else, the speed of the sword was indeed inferior to you, but unfortunately you were still inferior to me!

The wind is fast, but unfortunately not lightning fast!"

No matter how fast Zhao Qiao took out his sword, he would be easily stopped by Fan Chen. Those spiritual cultivators could only hear the sound of gold and iron resonating, and they could no longer see the swords of Fan Chen and Zhao Qiao at all.

At this time, Zhao Qiao even took out a small sword and killed Fan Chen. She had already used this trick, and Fan Chen was naturally on guard. It's just a quick sword to deal with Zhao Qiao, and Fan Chen himself is at ease.

"You're defeated!"

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the field, as if a lightning bolt had slashed through it. The small sword in Zhao Qiao's left hand was instantly knocked away, and even the long sword in her right hand was not held at all, so it flew out.

A long sword rested on Zhao Qiao's neck, and her eyes widened. She didn't expect that Fanchen's sword would become like this soon, and even she was powerless, let alone others.

"Your sword is faster than mine, and you are convinced to lose!"

The last sword of Fan Chen was like a bolt of lightning, no matter how fast the wind was, it couldn't compare to the speed of lightning. Zhao Qiao picked up her sword and walked off the stage, she was not unjustly defeated.

"What kind of swordsman do you want the fuck?" Fan Chen was already a little impatient at the moment, this task had not been completed yet, was the opponent's level not high enough?

Although he thinks so, the surface of the mortal dust is still calm.

And in the eyes of others, it's another taste.

"What a great swordsmanship"

"Zhao Qiao of the Flying Sword Sect has lost, these two sword techniques can't match a spiritual cultivator who has no cultivation, it's really embarrassing."

"No way, the one on the other side is too powerful"

"And he didn't rest, his spiritual power is still so abundant, it seems that he just uses swordsmanship to defeat others"

Instantly, the discussion resumed.