The winger looked at Fang Ze proudly.

From the time Fang Ze appeared in his sight, the winger was very uncomfortable.

He, a winger, learned martial arts at the age of ten and has been seventeen years ago.

In the past seventeen years, although it cannot be said that he has made progress in martial arts every day, at least he has not stopped.

Since he came out of the mountain, he has fought seventy or eighty battles, large and small, and once endangered his life.

In this way, he climbed on the list at the age of twenty-five, climbed hard from the end of the list, and finally came to the thirty-ninth on the list.

The winger thinks he's done a good job.

He also began to enjoy the benefits of being on the list.

Whether it is the treatment in the sect, or the other party's shocked and admiring expression after walking the rivers and lakes to report his name, it makes the winger feel that his efforts are worth it.

What's more, there are substantial benefits to being on the list.

In addition to the recruitment of various forces, such as the six doors of the imperial court, the price of the winger, whether it is to help the fist, stand on the platform, or even take on some 'fatal' tasks, is much higher than that of other martial artists of the Nine Transformations Realm of the Flesh Body.

There will also be some girls from small sects who take the initiative to give them a hug.

All this made the winger feel that life was so good, so he cherished his ranking on the list even more, and did not want to take a step back.

However, the appearance of Fang Ze made the winger retreat one place back in the rankings without doing anything wrong!

Looking at Fang Ze in front of him, and then looking at He Qingge, the winger felt more and more uncomfortable, unhappy, and even a little jealous.

Fang Ze, who was only twenty years old, was on the list.

And when he grows into this dignity, he is much more popular than his winger.

Young, handsome, I heard that he is still very rich, and he is ranked higher than the winger......

In short, the winger felt like he was completely trampled on.

He was not convinced.

The winger felt that Wan Xinlou's ranking this time was not fair.

It was almost two years ago to compete with Shao Hongyi, and now that so much time has passed, his strength has improved a lot.

Besides, Fang Ze was born in the Wanli Sect, and he was not famous for his martial arts.

A corpse chaser, why is the airborne list thirty-seventh?

The winger was not convinced.

After knowing that Fang Ze appeared in Guangling and did not leave for the time being, he came all the way to Guangling.

chose to challenge Fang Ze on the bustling street, just to let everyone around him see that he was the stronger one.

The winger was cold, and Fang Ze said: "You can accept the challenge?" ”

"I hope the woman didn't make your legs weak."

He Qingge's face changed.

She was stunned at first, then a little angry, and a little aggrieved.

The winger said as if she and Fang Ze were doing well.

The fact is that He Qingge does have a good impression of Fang Ze, but the two have not yet reached that point, so they are better friends.

The winger is now speaking as if she were an easy one.

He Qingge couldn't really say anything yet, it seemed darker and darker.

For a while, she was angry and aggrieved.

Suddenly, He Qingge felt someone pat on the shoulder.

He Qingge turned his head sideways and saw Fang Ze nodding at her.

He Qingge immediately understood that Fang Ze saw her grievances and asked her not to take them to heart.

For a while, He Qingge felt understood, and felt a lot better.

Fang Ze stepped forward and looked at the winger.

"How many days have you been in Guangling?" Fang Ze suddenly asked again.

The winger frowned.

"Three days."

"Why do you ask this?"

He asked.

"Looks like you're well prepared." Fang Ze sneered.

The winger had been in Guangling City for three days, and he had not seen him before.

Now that he suddenly appeared, it was likely that he heard the news and knew that He Qingge was close to him, and followed He Qingge.

In the center of Guangling, the challenge of the bustling city seems to have been premeditated for a long time...... There are restaurants everywhere here, and many children of the rivers and lakes eat in restaurants nearby.

Even now, there were no less than twenty or thirty warriors watching the lively warriors from the windows of the restaurants around, and there were also warriors who found that there were people here who were challenged, so they jumped to the top of the building and watched the duel between Fang Ze and the winger.

The winger was clearly deliberate.

The winger came to this place to challenge, just because he felt very confident, and he wanted to get the greatest honor and applause after defeating Fang Ze, so that everyone could see it, so he chose this place.

The other party clearly wanted to step on Fang Ze's upper position.

After three days of coming, the winger made full preparations for pranayama and gave Fang Ze a surprise attack.

This guy is a bit of a chicken thief.

For this practice, Fang Ze was not comfortable.

Moreover, the winger taught Fang Ze a lesson as soon as he opened his mouth, and He Qingge was also involved, and at the same time, there was some disdain in his tone, as if Fang Ze was a prodigal son among flowers, who only knew pleasure and didn't know the hardships of martial arts.

But he never thought that people who are really happy can be on the list?

I look relaxed today, but did he see me who almost died in the middle of smelting the immortal bones yesterday?

Do you see me who has traveled day and night, returning to my sect for thousands of miles?

Fang Ze didn't bother to explain this.

"You want to challenge, I accept."

"Draw your sword."

Fang Zedao.

He motioned for He Qingge to step back.

He Qingge took a few steps back.

She cheered Fang Ze in her heart.

"Fang Ze, don't lose to this person!" He Qingge read silently.

The winger slowly drew his sword.

The long knife in his hand, inch by inch, pulled out of its scabbard.

The length of each section of the knife is exactly the same, creating a visual illusion.

When the blade was drawn, the people's spirits were calm, and all the distracting thoughts just now were removed from their minds, and their eyes were only staring at Fang Ze.

He is the thirty-ninth in the end.

None of the masters who can be on the list are simple.

No matter how many distractions there are in ordinary times, the winger who draws his sword is indeed well-deserved, a qualified martial artist, a qualified swordsman.

Fang Ze also put on a starting hand pose.

He spread his feet back and forth, his fists in front of him, his gaze deep and pure.

The winger draws his sword.

The three-foot black-edged long knife was finally completely unsheathed.

The moment the long knife was completely unsheathed, the winger moved.

His footwork was the same as when he had just drawn his sword, with a special rhythmic rhythm and a strange feeling.

When the winger rushes in, the figure is like a knife drawn, within five meters, it can leave an afterimage, and in the middle, it seems to be a void, and the trajectory of the person's movement is like the trajectory of a knife, as if a frame, a frame of paper is stuck.

This trajectory gives the winger a peculiar rhythm of action that makes it difficult for opponents to grasp and difficult to grasp.

Fang Ze stared at the winger.

He didn't move.

Fang Ze saw that the winger was using a special martial art, and it was not really able to teleport five meters or five meters, but the hallucinations caused by the use of body techniques and methods similar to the blinding method.

Stand here and respond to change.

No matter how strange the body is, after all, there is still a knife to cut it in the end.

It's enough to stare at the incoming slash.

In an instant, the winger was within five metres.

He leaped into the air, and slashed down in the air.

Fang Ze didn't dodge or dodge, he punched into the sky and hit the air.

There was a hint of surprise in the winger's eyes, but the knife was not slow at all.

Swords and fists intersect.

"Boom!"

The sound of a hammer slamming down sounded.

Fang Ze's feet were a zhang long and half a zhang wide bluestone floor tiles cracked, his feet fell into the bluestone, and the bluestone under his feet seemed to be cracked, divided into four or five pieces, and flew around.

"What a violent cracker!"

Fang Ze was a little surprised.

When the fists and knives collided, Fang Ze felt the strength on the black blade, which was a rare cracking true qi.

The Cracking True Qi rolled along Fang Ze's fist and arm, obviously it was the same kind of True Qi, but it was mixed with four or five different directions, each of which was inseparable and split, wanting to split him into several pieces.

Fang Ze used the Yin Yang Life and Death Fist to transmit this cracking energy down, and it was transmitted along his body to the bluestone floor tiles on the ground.

The bluestone floor tiles split and fell apart directly.

Fang Ze was surprised by the fury of the shattering true qi of the blade, and his subordinates were not slow, and a death intent true qi rolled over the blade after the Yin Yang Life and Death Fist technique ended.

At this moment, the winger in the air was also shocked.

Fang Ze blocked a knife with his bare fist, this was the first shock, and the Split Yu True Qi was transmitted to the ground to dissolve, this was the second shock.

When the true anger of death came, the winger was also shocked for the third time.

He felt that the true qi of strong death intent was rolling along the long knife, rolling over and rushing up along the meridians of his arm, and the true qi of Split Yu could only barely resist.

"What is true anger? So weird? ”

The winger's face was calm, but his heart was a little shocked.

He quickly changed his move, and the second knife that was about to crack did not crack, but fell backwards with his strength.

The winger also instantly put away his contempt.

It is indeed the strength of the list, and it cannot be supported.

First expel the alien true qi and stabilize it.

The winger flew backwards and landed, looking as if he had been punched back by Fang Ze.

Fang Ze's body rushed forward.

As fast as lightning, there was a faint sound of thunder.

Before the winger had time to stabilize, Fang Ze had already rushed in front of him and smashed a fist into the winger's chest.

The winger shouted.

His body spun like a top, and he used a turning knife, the long knife slashing sideways, and slashed at the punch that hit.

Attack against attack, grab the next move first.

The knife fist hit again.

"Peng!"

The crash sounded again.

On the edge knife, what came was not the true anger of death.

"Isn't it the true anger just now?"

"So rigid?"

The winger took three or four steps back, shocked in his heart.

The life and death true qi that invaded his body was partially blocked by the Split Yu True Qi, and there was not much left.

But the transition between life and death still makes the winger very uncomfortable.

Fang Ze was unforgiving.

Fang Ze, who took the lead, rose into the sky and whipped the winger's head with a whip leg.

"No, it's suppressed!"

The winger already felt that he was bound to lose if he continued to play like this.

The distance advantage of the long knife can't be brought into play, Fang Ze uses a boxing technique, and he can fight from far and near.

After the winger was suppressed, he couldn't play his strength and was beaten all the time.

He was also resolute, and immediately roared, and the Tong Kong became pitch black, and a storm was brewing in it.

"It's time for a trick!" Fang Ze was already prepared in his heart.

"Kill!" The winger bursts into drinks.

He slashed out with his sword, and his body seemed to be the center of a storm, and countless true qi that was tearing and splitting in different directions shattered in all directions.

It felt like the earth was cracking, the void shattering, full of violent and chaotic sword intent.

Even if heaven and earth encounter such a sword intent, they will disintegrate.

Fang Zetong Kong took it.

He realized the power of the winger's sword.

The legal moves of the realm of heaven and man are mastered by the legal principles of collapse and chaos.

Fang Ze did not choose to use life and death.

He wanted to try it with freshly smelted undead bones.

Fang Ze's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his palm to grab the black long knife!