Chapter 470: Fang Zhe's predicament
And in the dark.
The intelligence agencies of many forces have also collected a lot of information.
For example, the interracial aspect.
The great patriarch of the alien race, Ximen Yi, one of the two deputy masters of the evil sect in the past, the king of Sweden at this time, his face was condensed, and he said to the real nothingness on the other side of the phone: "True nothingness, you said, the kid Fang Zhe, the little martial king, killed the iron black of the second layer of the marrow washing realm in a one-on-one situation. β
"Yes. True Nothingness said.
"This is impossible, with the strength of the Yi Muscle Realm, how could he not kill the iron black of the second layer of the Washing Marrow Realm, what was the situation at that time. King Simon of Sweden asked.
"At that time, Tie Hei unleashed the dark tide of his illusion and sealed all the qiΔ into the darkness, and they fought in the darkness. True Nothingness said.
"Then there are two possibilities, first, in the darkness, there is a master of the marrow cleansing realm ambushing Tie Hei, and second, in Fang Zhe's hands, there will be a strange treasure that can deal with Tie Hei. Oh, from this point of view, Fang Zhe still has some expectations, let him and the angel's son Dean, slowly fight and play, such a good show, it's really good. The Swedish King Ximen Yi smiled, the loss of a master of the second layer of the marrow washing realm, for him, it was not a big loss, there were about a hundred masters in the marrow washing realm in his hands.
And the intelligence of the United States also received this news: "In the darkness, did Fang Zhege kill Tie Hei? There are only two possibilities, the first possibility is that there is an ambush by the master of the Pulp Cleansing Realm in the dark, and the second is that Fang Zhe will have a strange treasure in his hand. In the first possibility, there is no one in the ring to help. In the second possibility, when the time comes, we will set a forbidden treasure scientific magnetic restriction array, so that the magic weapon will not be able to exert its power. β
At this point, Huaxia's face was lost. β
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Dean, the son of angels, came to the fourth day of China.
Dean, the son of angels, challenges the Palace of Swords.
The first seed of the Sword Palace, the little sword monster, made a move.
The sword moves of the little sword monster are very strange.
It's a pity that Dean, the son of angels, is indeed too powerful.
Direct Angelic Judgment.
The Holy Bow and the Holy Arrow covered the whole field and directly locked the battle.
"It's too strong. β
"Invincible. β
This is the demeanor of the son of an angel. β
"The era of Wuzong in China is gone, and now is the era of American imperialism. β
"The glory of the Star-Spangled Banner never falls. The Stars and Stripes will be planted in every corner of the earth. β
Countless words of praise for US imperialism have frantically surged out in various media.
The media in China are extremely hard.
"Where are the heroes of Huaxia?"
"Every year, the country spends so much money to raise the Seven Palaces of Protecting the Country, and the Seven Palaces of the Protector of the Country repay the country like this?"
"Where is the glory of our Martial Sect era?"
The shape shì is getting worse day by day.
Day 5.
Dean, the son of angels, is driving to the Martial Palace, which is also the last journey of the challenge.
"Angel Son Dean, if we open up the Martial Palace, we will complete a grand slam, and we will lose a thorough, and we will lose face and lose a thorough, may I ask, Xiaowu King Fang Zhe, you are the first seed player in the Palace of Karma, how sure are you now to deal with Angel Son Dean. When Fang Zhecai entered the Martial Palace, he was caught by a reporter and asked questions.
Fang Zhe couldn't help but smile bitterly, if his right hand was not broken, it could be said that he was twenty percent sure, but now, he really didn't have one percent certainty.
At this time, Mo Qiu came over to relieve the siege: "What is the interview now, Fang Zhe needs to be quiet now." β
Crowds, more and more.
The pressure is getting louder.
At this time, Jiang Feng, Ling Keke, Tang Tian, Su Chen, and the Little Empress, the five of them had already gathered around Fang Zhe, and Bai Ya and Ma Fei also came.
"What, how sure are you this time?" Ling Keke asked, "Be careful, I have fought with the Angel's Son Dean, and he is indeed incomparably powerful, and his holy light is too restrained for us." Otherwise, I won't be defeated lightly. β
Fang Zhe smiled bitterly: "You haven't noticed yet, my current right hand was just connected?"
"What, what the hell is going on?" Su Chen immediately asked, and at the same time looked at Fang Zhe's right hand: "It's very good, but within nine days, you can't use force." Within a month, you can't push too hard. Otherwise, you must be disabled. You can't fight today's battle. What the hell is going on?"
Fang Zhe immediately told him about the fact that someone from another race had come to assassinate him, and finally said helplessly: "Facing the opponent of the second layer of the Pulp Washing Realm, what else can I ask for, it will be quite good if I can survive." β
"Then I'm in trouble today, Dean, the son of angels, is destined to pass the customs. Ling Keke frowned.
At this time, Murong Xinghe had already walked to the stage, and he said calmly: "Little Sun Murong Xinghe, ask for advice from Dean, the son of the angel. β
Dean, the angel son of the sun god Apollo, who was as handsome as the sun god, walked slowly to the stage, and the corners of his lips had a calm smile: "Is it the last level? I hope there will be some surprises, Murong Xinghe, is it? The name is quite good." In your Chinese language, Murong is a very elegant surname, does the galaxy mean infinity? A person with such a name should be quite extraordinary. β
Murong Xinghe withstood the strong pressure, and brazenly stabbed out his two swords, his left hand was the Jade Maiden Sword Technique, and his right hand was the Quanzhen Sword Technique, which was still such a perfect sword technique, and he attacked the Angel's Son Dean.
"The combination of these two sets of swordsmanship is quite interesting. Then try the trick I created six years ago, Holy Knight Spear!" The hands of the angel son Dean closed in the void, and a knight's spear appeared in his hand, and immediately, a layer of intense white light attached to the top of the knight's spear made the power of this knight's spear more and more fierce, brighter and more terrifying.
"The Holy Knight Spear, the Holy Place, the greatest to the strongest, unstoppable, broken!" Suddenly, the Holy Knight Spear of the Angel Son Dean stabbed at Murong Xinghe's swordsmanship, and he probably couldn't find a flaw in the combination of these two sets of swordsmanship, so he wanted to harden this perfect set of swordsmanship with a strong posture.
Bang!
The first blow did not break Murong Xinghe's defenses.
But Dean, the son of angels, immediately received the second blow of the Holy Knight spear, the third, the fourth.
On the third blow, Murong Xinghe's defenses began to crack.
And when the fourth blow came, the Holy Knight Spear passed by directly.
Murong Xinghe secretly screamed that something was wrong, and he was still resisting.
But Dean, the son of angels, was unforgiving, and kept suppressing Murong Xinghe, and directly sent Murong Xinghe to the end.
Zhu Ying sighed helplessly and touched his nose: "Originally, I didn't want to go to this ring, but now it seems that I have to go to the ring, and I hate trouble the most." β
"Great wishes to the nobles, Shadow. Dean, the son of angels, immediately recognized: "I am the light, and you are the shadow." Your shadow is actually an assassination technique, and it can't be used in frontal combat, and we have studied a lot of techniques to break your shadow, and you are not my opponent. β
"If you don't try, try it too. "Zhu Ying has a headache, if the opponent doesn't know his identity, he can still fight well. If the opponent knows, it will be even more tricky for his sister, and this is still the ring, the most insuitable battlefield for his own play, he is just going to cry, how can he fight.
Sure enough, Zhu Ying's shadow binding technique didn't play much role at all, and he was directly defeated by Dean, the son of angels.
Dean, the son of angels, stood in the ring: "So, what about that person? Let me see your Huaxia Kingdom, the finale's little martial king Fang Zhe." β
"Little Martial King, stand up and defeat him. β
"Little Martial King, mighty. β
"Xiao Wu King, you must succeed. β
"Xiao Wu King, we support you. β
"Xiaowu King, if you win, Lao Tzu will donate 50 million directly. "This is a more generous master, and the patriotic festival is also full.
And the young man, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a black hat, walked into the ring.
Dean, the son of angels, looked at Fang Zhe: "You are the finale of Huaxia Kingdom, I am still quite interested in you, and I want to weigh your catties and two." Especially two days ago, it is said that in the tide of darkness, you killed the second layer of the Iron Black Pulp Washing Realm, which made me even more interested. How strong are you? Show some strength, those people in the past, at most let me have three points of spirit, you should let me have at least five points of spirit. β
Fang Zhe touched his nose helplessly: "Since you received the battle report two days ago, I don't believe you didn't receive the reminder in the battle report, Tie Hei cut off my right hand, and my right hand was just connected." For nine days, my right hand could not exert a single internal force, and within a month, my right hand could not use any internal force. That is to say, in this month, I can play at most half of my usual strength. What's the point of me playing in such a state?"
Dean, the son of angels, raised his eyebrows: "Oh, yes? So, you don't plan to fight, did I clear Huaxia? This time the customs clearance is really simple, it is simpler than the customs of the European Union and the Soviet Union at that time." The glory of the Martial Sect is indeed gone forever. The current Seven Palaces of the Protector are too weak. β
Fang Zhe was so angry that his lungs were about to explode at this time, damn it, Dean, the son of angels, he should have known his right hand, but he had just picked it up, but he pretended not to know. And now this arrogant appearance makes people want to slash him hard, mother, mother, mother.
Dean of the Angel's Son held his hand behind him: "Protecting the Seven Palaces of the Country, it's very boring, and the strongest person can only cheer me up." My next step is to go to the Temple of Heaven in your Huaxia capital, I heard that you Huaxia people used to like to be crowned kings there, so I will also go and appreciate it. There is also Mujong Square, where you can see the sunset. β
Another very annoying remark.
Fang Zhe snorted coldly: "Angel son Dean, don't be too complacent, after my arm is healed, at most a month or so, I will go to the side of the American Emperor to visit you." When the time comes, we'll have another showdown. β
"Tut, what a defeated dog, after dragging your arm to the back, you won't have the confidence to face me. Dean, the son of angels, said disapprovingly.
"I said it, and I did it. Fang Zhe said.
The tone is very light, but it is very flat and firm.
At this time, the media on the side of the US imperialists had already been high: "The son of the angel, Dean, easily cleared the customs, and the seven palaces of the protector of China are too weak and too weak, so there is nothing to be afraid of." β
"The son of the angel is mighty, the seven palaces of the protector are extremely weak, and the glory of the martial arts is the sunset. β
"Lord White Devil is the strongest in the world. β
And the Korean stick has long been so excited that he can't help himself: "It's too strong, it's too strong, the American imperialist father is strong, our stick country, taking refuge in the American imperialist father, is really the most policy choice." In the future, our stick country will follow the glory of the Star-Spangled Banner and resound all over the world. β
"U.S. imperialism is really strong, and our policy of tying up with U.S. imperialism is indeed correct. The media on Fuso's side said.
"It's exactly the same as the original plan, let's defeat Huaxia first. The media on the EU side thought so.
The spiritual outlook of the people in China is extremely poor.
"Why, why did we lose Huaxia. β
"The glory of the Martial Sect, where has it gone. β
"Actually, the main thing, it's still to blame Xiaowu King Fang Zhe, our Huaxia Protector Seven Palaces here, regard him as the finale of the Seven Palaces, and he must have invested a lot of resources in him. When it was good, he didn't dare to make a move at a critical moment, and was photographed by the holy power of the son of the angel. Seeing that Fu Zhengyi of the Sword Palace was seriously injured by the Fusang ninja attack, he also deliberately made up an excuse, saying that he was also seriously injured and his arm was broken, haha, it's really ridiculous, isn't his right hand still there? "On the side of the Sword Palace, the people who have been arranged a long time ago are deliberately publicizing, obviously, they are planning to throw the biggest pot of defeat on Fang Zhe's body, so that Fang Zhe will be ruined.
At this time, almost all the Chinese people in the anger were crazy.
"Yes, Fang Zhe, as the finale, didn't dare to go on at the last and most critical moment, and even faked that he was injured by his broken hand, haha, it's ridiculous. β
"We want to expel Fang Zhe, we must not let him stay in the Seventh Palace of the Protector Country anymore, such a person is a shame for us in China. "There are radical angry youths, who have already screamed.
"It's not right, Xiao Wu Wang Fang Zhe, maybe he's really injured. β
"Injured hair, he must be a fake injury. β
And countless media outlets have also begun to report frantically.
And countless Chinese people who were not watching the battle at the scene, and were angry, also began to scold Fang Zhe frantically: "Fang Zhe is a gutless ghost, like a little sword monster, a little knife king, if he loses, he loses, but he also has the courage to come to power, he doesn't even have the guts." It's a shame, a shame, expel him. β
"He must be expelled. β
"Fang Zhe, he won't be some spies arranged by foreign countries for our country. β
All kinds of voices appeared, and the largest pot was already on Fang Zhe's body.
Of course, there are also some media who are speaking for Fang Zhe, but they are immediately drowned in the tide of attacking Fang Zhe for a while, and it seems that now, if you don't scold Fang Zhe, you are not a Chinese.
In a corner.
Fu Zhengyi was caressing the teacup and drinking tea leisurely.
And on the other side of him, the great swordsman with a fairy wind and bones on his face also drank tea leisurely: "This time, you did a good job, Little Martial King Fang Zhe, I was pitted very badly by you." With this bad reputation, it is impossible for him to become the high-level of the Seven Palaces of the Protector in the future, he has been ruined, and wherever he goes, he has to bury his head and be a man. β
"If you don't shoot, it's enough, and as soon as you shoot, you will directly hit seven inches, which is a bit of style. The Great Sword Master praised.
Fu Zhengyi was slightly proud: "Fang Zhe, this guy thinks that if he has some talent, if he defeats me once, he will be invincible in the world." But now, I don't take action head-on, and I can make him ruined with a simple plan. It's naΓ―ve for an idiot to want to fight with me too. β
"Ridiculous!"