"Yipin Sword Technique?Purple Wind Sword Technique?" Countless sword shadows flashed in Fang Chen's eyes, but he only defended and did not fight back.

The Purple Wind Sword Technique, he can remember it clearly, this is the first-class Sword Technique he created!

As a peerless sword sect, at least forty percent of the sword technique realm and more than twenty percent of the sword skill realm on the continent were created by him!

There are even two percent of the divine sword skills created by him, which also established the position of his peerless sword sect!

Others take things they have created and deal with themselves, not to mention how strange this feeling is, anyway, at this time, Fang Chen's face is very unsightly, and he no longer has the joy he had before.

One stab, one pick, one slash, easy to crack the Purple Wind Sword Technique!

"Let go!"

With a loud shout, the Qingfeng Sword was covered with a layer of cold light.

Rub!

The sword in the young man's hand broke out of his control with this grand and straight upright, and directly crossed an arc and flew into the void!

At this moment, a soft sword roar exploded in Fang Chen's mind, and the Tianheng Sword Soul suddenly ran out of Fang Chen's dantian happily and went straight to the descending sword!

Buzz!

The Tianheng Sword Soul had entered the sword, and there was a buzzing sound on the sword, Fang Chen sighed slightly, and his eyes couldn't bear to flash away.

The sword is not a dead thing, every sword, whether it is noble or not, has its own sword soul, but the strength of the sword soul, there are strong and weak, the strong one is like the Tianheng sword soul, and even some ideas can be expressed, and the weak one is that even Shen Feng of the Sword Sect can't detect the slightest, only the legendary sword body, the demon who means the sword and the sword can detect it and communicate with it!

Fang Chen's seizure was the dissipation of all the body's spiritual sense, but the Tianheng Sword Soul's seizure this time was to seize someone else's body, but because it was too strong, the sword soul of the sword itself collapsed, and it let out a wail!

"Tianheng, from now on, we can advance and retreat together again!" Fang Chen laughed in his heart, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand was wrapped around his back, and several ups and downs were in front of Tianheng.

Picking up Tianheng, Fang Chen's fingers flicked, and a melodious sword sound suddenly came from it, making the stunned young man involuntarily exclaim: "Good sword!"

But immediately, the young man reacted, his face suddenly became ugly, a pair of cold eyes burst out with infinite anger, and his originally handsome face suddenly became distorted!

"Boy, give me back my sword!"

Fang Chen sneered, he didn't pay attention to the young man, and he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, his goal was only to wear a sword, it had nothing to do with the youth, and the young man's talent was so good!

The sword born Dugu back then, that is, he comprehended the way of the sword during the fetal movement, which shows that the future of this person is limitless!

Fang Chen didn't care, but it was impossible for the young man not to care, the sword, that was the life of a swordsman, just like after Fang Chen got Tianheng, he didn't abandon the Qingfeng Sword, but put it on his back!

To lose the sword is to lose all the glory, and for some people, it is more important than the loss of life, and the youth is one of them!

But the young man is not stupid, when he holds the sword, he even uses the sword trick in the hands of the young man in front of him, and now that he has lost the sword in his hand, he must not be an opponent, although there is a monstrous anger in his eyes, but he did not do it!

"Young man, your talent in kendo is amazing, a sword, don't work hard for it, so be it, three years, I'll give you three years, as long as you can defeat me in kendo after three years, the sword will return to its original owner!"

Fang Chen said with a smile, unconsciously, he actually used the tone of the Sword Sect, his appearance and age were below the youth, but he called the young man a young man, this scene was really weird, but neither of them had any words about it.

The young man bit his lip stubbornly, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were secreting blood from excessive exertion: "Three years! Okay! Three years later, if I am still here, I Ye Guhan will definitely get my own saber back!"

"Okay, as long as you defeat me in the way of the sword, the sword will definitely return to its original owner!" Fang Chen still smiled lightly.

This sword, he is bound to get, after all, Tianheng Sword Soul likes this sword very much, and since Tianheng entered it for such a short time, he obviously felt that Tianheng actually began to recover slowly, although the recovery was extremely slow, but it was also recovering!

As for what he said about defeating in kendo, it's completely impossible!

The current Fang Chen's achievements in the way of the sword are standing in the position of the Sword Sect, even if there is no achievement in the past three years, the level in the way of the sword is still the Sword Sect!

If the young Ye Guhan can really surpass him in the sword path in three years, it is nothing more than that the sword object will be returned to its original owner, after all, it is a genius who can surpass the Sword Sect in three years, even if he has to look up, but Fang Chen believes that even the legendary sword body will not be so demonic!

Boom -

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away, and the huge Yuan Force fluctuation directly made Fang Chen shake!

Looking up, Mo Qingshi and Xiaoyaosanren were both pale, the corners of their mouths were bloodshot, and between them, there was a big pit of about three meters!

The Xiaoyao Sanren was holding a spear, while Mo Qingshi was holding a big knife, and the two did not step forward again after retreating, obviously their qi and blood were shocked, and they had to adjust their churning qi and blood!

If Fang Chen attacked at this time, he would definitely be able to take advantage of it, and maybe even hit the Xiaoyaosan people hard, but his expression flickered, but he didn't step forward.

It's not that he is afraid of revealing his strength, although he never reveals his cultivation, but he never hides it, he is reluctant to step forward because he has nothing to do with the Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, although he has some good feelings for a few people in the martial arts hall, but this does not make him have a sense of belonging to the Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, in the final analysis, he is still the same Sword Sect, but he has changed his shell, lost his cultivation, has more memories, and his heart has changed a little, in his eyes, he only has his own Xuantian Sword Sect in the end, if it were not for his lack of cultivation, he would have already gone to Xuantian Peak at this moment, and he would still be here to fight to the death with Xu Li, and he could directly destroy Yanyang City by pulling out two people from the Xuantian Sword Sect！

"Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion is worthy of being one of the three major forces in Yanyang City! Mo Guan is worthy of being the first person in the Divine Condensation Period, the old man admires it!"

Mo Qingshi's expression was also a little dignified, although the bloodthirsty light swept from time to time, he still replied: "Mo also admires the skills of the scattered people, especially the whirling marksmanship, which makes it superb, I'm afraid they can catch up with some third-grade martial arts!"

"Haha, today's matter, the old man doesn't care, you can do what you want to do in the Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall? As for the elixir, the old man doesn't want it, so I will leave, and there will be a period later!"

The spear in the hand of the Xiaoyaosan people suddenly picked up, a piece of dust flew, and the whole figure flashed, carrying the young man and disappeared without a trace, Mo Qingshi did not chase it, at their level, unless it can be absolutely suppressed, it is difficult to kill the other party!

Moreover, there was an eighth-layer martial artist fighting with his son in the field, and he still had to take care of it, after all, Deputy Pavilion Master Yang had explained that Mo Jian could not be harmed, not to mention, Mo Jian was his son!