Fang Zhe's right-hand long sword suddenly escaped from the opponent's flowing rhythm.

Then, as fast as a star.

Nangong Perfect couldn't help but pause just now, and he was already shocked in his heart, obviously he was a near-perfect work, why was it broken all of a sudden, it was so weird. But he was also a person who reacted very quickly, and he had already performed the sword moves in the perfect sword technique in his hand, facing Fang Zhe's right-hand fast sword.

Fang Zhe's left hand cast the Nineteen Tricks of Fast and Slow, constantly destroying Nangong's perfect rhythm.

In this world, there is no such thing as a truly perfect thing.

Perfect swordsmanship is indeed invincible among the five-grade martial arts.

But what I am most afraid of is the fast and slow nineteen tricks, which are martial arts that disrupt the rhythm.

So, this is completely a nemesis, a destined father beating his son.

Nangong was so uncomfortable that he was about to vomit blood.

But Fang Zhe didn't stop, stabbing out quickly one sword after another.

When he reached the eighth sword, he had already stabbed a sword into Nangong Perfect's chest.

The dazzling blood light rushed out in an instant.

And Nangong Perfect also immediately retreated, organizing an offensive while retreating, such a series of actions, not a single mistake, sure enough, he was worthy of being the vice captain of Qingwu University, but unfortunately, this time, he ran into himself.

Fang Zhe thought like this in his heart, and at the same time, he was as fast as lightning to draw his sword, and he kept performing the nineteen tricks of speed and slowness, which was a perfect watch for Nangong.

In the thirteenth move, Fang Zhe's sword slashed through Nangong Perfect's left shoulder, and the sword also encountered resistance, but immediately operated a more powerful internal force and injected into it. Then, with a bang, the left arm was broken at the shoulder.

The corners of Fang Zhe's lips were sloppy with a lazy smile: "Yo, Nangong is perfect, originally I said that I would cut off your left arm within twenty moves, but now it seems that without twenty moves, thirteen moves are enough, you are much weaker than I imagined." ”

"Haven't you always called yourself perfect? Now you're not perfect at all, and it's ugly. Fang Zhe smiled lazily.

Nangong's perfect face turned pale for a while, he quickly pointed at the acupoint to stop the bleeding, and at the same time looked at Fang Zhe very defensively. He never thought that Fang Zhe of Northeastern University, who he didn't look down on much before, actually had such strength that he could blow himself up.

How so!

I'm just a freshman at a first-class university!

Fang Zhe held the sword in his hand: "If I want to take your life now, can you escape?", of course, it is impossible to kill people, after all, the laws of this world are still quite strict, but you can scare the other party if you have nothing to do.

Nangong shook his head perfectly and said: "You can't kill me, the four holy lands, no matter which one they are, there are masters monitoring them to avoid accidents." ”

"Tsk, with such a calm judgment at this juncture, can I say a word, is it really worthy of being the vice captain of Qingwu University?" Fang Zhezan sighed and walked towards Jiang Feng: "Jiang Feng, your recent progress has been slow, and you haven't even beaten a single Nangong Perfect." ”

Jiang Feng said coldly: "Next time, I will defeat him." ”

Nangong Perfect was on the side, and he was about to vomit blood when he heard it. What does Fang Zhe's tone mean, what does it mean that he has not even defeated a single Nangong Perfect, he is the vice captain of Qingwu University, a big man. And what's going on with Jiang Feng's tone? Could it be that he really thinks that he can defeat himself?

Nangong Perfect also knew that his current body was not suitable, so he stayed in the White Tiger Holy Land for a long time, and said to Fang Zhe at the moment: "The green mountains do not change, the green water will flow for a long time, Fang Zhe, we will have a period later." ”

"Yes, we'll have a meeting later. Fang Zhe smiled and said disapprerovingly.

And Nangong perfectly took back the severed left arm, this left arm has not been cut off for a long time, it can be taken back, of course, the broken tendons and bones, it is ironclad that it is not as easy to use as before, but it is better than a one-armed person, right?

And next to it, there was also a lot of discussion.

"Am I mistaken?" A person's eyes widened: "That's the vice captain of Qingwu University, Nangong Perfect, I heard that in this national competition, there are also a number of masters." He would actually lose to Fang Zhe, the captain of Northeastern University. ”

"Fang Zhe, the captain of Northeastern University, this dark horse is really black, he was not optimistic at the beginning, and he entered the top 32. As a result, now, it has reached such a realm that even Nangong Perfection has been defeated. Another college student said, "It looks like we can have a good look at the competition in three days." ”

"yes, I'll see. ”

......

In the midst of these people's discussions, Fang Zhe and Jiang Feng had a few simple conversations, and then they didn't care about Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng is not a child.

When he fails, he has to know how to become stronger.

Next, you have to go about your own business and collect as much White Tiger Xuanbing as possible.

Fang Zhe tightened his sword and walked into the vast snow, this time, he raised his vigilance to a great extent, after all, the last time he made a big joke, making a kind of demon beast like snow bite his shoulder.

Immediately, he felt that under his feet, in the ice and snow land, there was a demon beast with an extremely faint breath.

And above his head, among the snow blocks, it is estimated that there is still a kind of monster beast that looks like snow.

These monsters plan to surround themselves.

But, well come.

Fang Zhe's left hand moved, and the long knife suddenly came out of its sheath, turning into a sudden curtain of ice and snow, heading towards the ice and snow covering the top and bottom, almost encroaching on it, destroying the sky and the earth, and freezing everything.

Then, the long sword in his right hand once again unleashed the Huashan fast sword, and kept shooting.

When using this trick, Fang Zhe also thought again and again in his heart, there are only three kinds of five-grade martial arts he has mastered, which are the Snow Cold Knife Technique, the Huashan Quick Sword, and the Nineteen Tricks of Fast and Slow, back and forth, to the point that it is a little annoying, one day you can use some other martial arts, change the taste or something, and fight the National Competition, so go and learn new martial arts.

In this way, it took twenty moves to get all these two snow demon beasts, and after a while, two more pieces of white tiger ice fell into his hands.

It seems that the demon beasts in the White Tiger Holy Land can't pose any threat to themselves.

Fang Zhe, who had just thought about it like this, immediately received a lesson, because he entered the deeper part of the White Tiger Holy Land, the demon beasts that appeared were the fifth layer of the Yijin Realm, and there was more than one, and several appeared at the same time, which made Fang Zhe almost overturn in the gutter, but fortunately he didn't kneel.

In this way, Fang Zhe kept practicing in the White Tiger Holy Land, and he obtained more and more White Tiger Xuanbing.

After two days in a row, Fang Zhe felt that the White Tiger Xuanbing he had collected was almost over.

At that moment, he left the White Tiger Holy Land, found a quiet place, and began to practice in retreat, and all the White Tiger Xuanbing collected in the past two days was swallowed into his body, and he only felt that in his lower dantian, there seemed to be a cold and icy breath.

And this breath is overbearing.

Almost instantly, all the eight kinds of water qi energy in the body were activated.

And this White Tiger Xuanbing, domineering so tightly, almost immediately turned into a powerful force, and suppressed towards these eight kinds of water and qi energy.

Those eight kinds of water and qi energy are not weak, and of course they are not willing to admit defeat honestly.

For a while, the two sides fought.

After fighting for a long time, the first of these eight kinds of water qi energy was suppressed by the White Tiger Xuanbing, obediently obeyed orders, and turned into a part of the White Tiger Xuanbing Qi, and the remaining seven kinds of fighting were even weaker. After practicing for more than an hour, all eight kinds of water qi returned to their places.

The energy generated in the eight kinds of water vapor, as well as the energy generated by the White Tiger Xuanbing, seemed to have turned into a huge ice bomb, sinking into his lower dantian, and he could feel that the energy in it was quite thick, and every time he absorbed some, he felt that his strength had made slight progress.

If you can absorb all the energy of this ice bomb, it will be really extraordinary.