Compared with Fang He, Feng Xiaoren seemed much calmer, and there was no joy or anger on his face; And Wuji is happy, as if he has eaten Fang He.

Seeing that Wuji was becoming more and more presumptuous, Yun Zi couldn't help frowning slightly, and hurriedly urged Wuji to start arranging the battlefield.

Since it is a 'fair' battle, a battle of life and death, the battlefield must be rearranged, and it must be arranged by two people together, otherwise, I am afraid that something will happen.

For Yun Zi's urging, Wu Ji did not show impatience, and after taking a deep look at Fang He, he took out a prism-like magic weapon from his arms.

Although it is a magic weapon, it has no offensive and defensive attributes, and its only role is to open up a battlefield in the real space that is not disturbed by the outside world, and is often used by various sects, families and other forces to solve internal contradictions.

After infusing the infinite aura, he threw the prism into the air, and Yun Zi also shot out a sword light at the right time to fuse with the boundless aura; Immediately, I saw the prism rising against the storm, and with just a few breaths, the prism magic weapon shrouded the entire radius of ten miles.

After the battlefield was formed, Yun Zi and Wuji retreated, leaving the space in the prism to Fang He and Feng Xiaoren; The two were not polite, and rushed towards each other without even saying a cruel word.

From the outside, inside the prism there are already swords and swords, and the sound of clanging is endless.

After all, it is a life-and-death enemy, and as soon as it came up, both sides fought very violently, like primitive beasts, completely desperate to fight, and did not talk about any moves, just relying on the strength of the flesh to bombard.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, every time the two sides make a move, they will be blocked by each other.

However, Feng Xiaoren's realm was always higher than Fang He's, and he gradually took the initiative under the repeated bombardment, so that Fang He could only passively raise his sword to defend in the next time.

Gradually, Fang He was already a little difficult to support, and every time he hit the bombardment, he would be shocked back dozens of feet, and Yun Zi felt a little worried in his heart.

Compared to Yun Zi's worries, Wu Ji was full of light.

The more Feng Xiaoren took the initiative, the more excited he became, and even had a different kind of pleasure, especially when he saw that Fang He was covered in blood, and even licked his lips.

Could it be that Fang He could only be beaten so passively?

Obviously not, the reason why I chose this primitive style of play was just to use Feng Xiaoren's strength to temper my physical body and consolidate the realm that I had just broken through.

In other words, Fang He's state of mind was not because the other party was

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Feng Xiaoren was affected in the slightest, and the angry and bloodshot eyes before were all pretended.

Just when Feng Xiaoren's long knife was only about half an inch away from the top of his head again, Fang He moved, but instead of raising his sword to block, he turned into a sword light and avoided it, making Feng Xiaoren's knife only split a deep ravine on the ground.

After avoiding this knife, Fang He suddenly shouted:

"Condensation!"

Immediately, Feng Xiaoren saw that the aura around him was rapidly converging towards Fang He, and in the blink of an eye, all the injuries on Fang He's body were healed, and there was even a faint trace of jade luster.

Feeling Fang He's changes, Feng Xiaoren also began to get serious, no longer attacking with pure physical strength, but injecting spiritual energy into the long knife and slashing towards Fang He again.

"Ten Absolute Swords: The Wind Rises!"

Feng Xiaoren's shot is the housekeeping skill 'Ten Absolute Sword Techniques'.

As soon as the knife came out, the wind and clouds rose, and the sand and dead branches on the ground were also swept into the air, forming a strong whirlwind that rolled straight towards Fang He.

In this regard, Fang He chose to use the Spirit Void Sword Technique to deal with it.

A sword light flashed, and Fang He's body passed through this whirlwind, leaving only a sword sound echoing in the air.

One move was broken, Feng Xiaoren didn't panic, followed by the second move, the third move...

"Liancheng!"

"Beacon!"

“...”

After eight moves in a row, Feng Xiaoren no longer made a move, but retreated a few feet, and the long knife he held tightly in both hands was placed diagonally on his waist, and began to accumulate strength.

And Fang He was still tired of dealing with the next eight moves at this time, and he had no time to take care of Feng Xiaoren's accumulation.

"Hum~"

When Fang He broke all the previous eight moves, Feng Xiaoren also completed with strength, only to see a huge ripple passing out with Feng Xiaoren as the center.

Everywhere you go, sand and rocks fly!

Not only that, but there was also a huge sword light that seemed to penetrate the heavenly pole followed closely, and the huge pressure even pressed Fang He to stand up.

This is the strength of the veteran Fortune Peak Monk!

It was too late, and then it was fast, just when the sword light was about to fall on his body, Fang He's body suddenly released an endless Dao rhyme, with the help of Dao Yun's momentary resistance to that momentum, Fang He's heart moved, and his body turned into a sword light and fled into the distance.

However, that sword light had already locked onto Fang He, making him have no way to avoid it at all, and such a large place in the prism was not enough to support him to dodge and move.

Avoiding the unavoidable,

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Fang He simply put his heart sideways, and released his breath to the extreme.

He's going to be tough!

I have to say that this is very risky, after all, hole cards take time, and what he lacks most now is time.

At this moment, he suddenly turned around and rushed straight towards the huge sword light, revealing a resoluteness in his eyes!

"Ling Yue!"

With a roar, a sword qi no less than the size of the sword light suddenly burst out from the Spirit Void Ancient Sword in Fang He's hand, and the speed was so fast that it collided with the sword light in an instant.

"Boom~"

As a deafening sound spread throughout the sky, the entire prism space suddenly emitted a brilliant brilliance, making it a little difficult for Yun Zi and Wuji, who were engrossed in the battlefield, to see clearly.

And Fang He's body also fell from the clouds in this sky of light, and along with it, there was also the dull Lingxu Ancient Sword.

It was still too reluctant to use the third form of the Spirit Void Sword Technique to fight against Feng Xiaoren's killing move, and after falling to the ground, Fang He's body was covered with blood marks, with knife wounds, sword wounds, and even fall injuries.

There's no way, after all, it's only the third type, and the time is very rushed, so it's a blessing to be able to do the next.

Pain, incomparably painful, this is the only feeling Fang He feels now.

However, he gritted his teeth and stood up with his super will, and he didn't even snort during the whole process.

This scene also made Feng Xiaoren, who was an enemy of life and death, admire.

However, admiration is admiration, the battle is not over yet, since it is a battle of life and death, then neither side will give the other a moment of respite.

Therefore, as soon as Fang He stood up, Feng Xiaoren slashed over with a long knife again.

In a moment, a huge net of sword qi was formed in the vast prism space.

This is an indiscriminate means of attack, and it is also another set of sword techniques mastered by Feng Xiaoren, called 'Ten Kills!' ’

The characteristics of this set of sword techniques are fast and continuous, like a storm, and it is also interspersed with a faint power of the divine soul, if the divine soul is not strong enough, I am afraid that there is no chance to make a move and will be instantly chopped into pieces of meat by these knife qi, because the power of these divine souls is also attached to a will, a domineering and invincible will!

In fact, the two sets of sword techniques that Feng Xiaoren used one after another came from the same person, that is, the Sword Saint who had been instantly killed by Yun Zi's sword.

Therefore, the life-and-death battle between Fang He and Feng Xiaoren has another meaning.

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