"I am an outer disciple of the Pure Yang Sect, Liu Wuye, who is Your Excellency."

After a short confrontation, he realized that Fang Ping was actually a young man from the Martial Arts Four Rank Realm like himself, and his expression sank to report his origin, but Fang Ping's ordinary face did not have any emotional fluctuations from beginning to end.

Except for a pair of eyes that were bright and blazing, beating with a piercing killing intent.

"Pure Yang Sect?"

Fang Ping was surprised in his heart, according to the information he controlled, Da Xuan had a long-standing thousand-year-old family, a mysterious martial arts holy land and other behemoths, and the huge energy he possessed could subvert the high imperial power.

Pure Yang Sect, Fang Ping has never heard of it, but as soon as he hears the name, he knows that this is a certain martial arts sect, combined with the cultivation of Liu Wuye's martial arts four grades, it is just the outer disciple of the Pure Yang Sect......

"You don't know about the Pure Yang Sect?" Liu Wuye further probed.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Fang Ping's legs were clamped, and he rushed out on a different kind of BMW, Fang Tian's halberd was raised high, dragging a storm-like killing aura, terrifying and cold, and slashed towards Liu Wuye's body.

"It seems that he is not a disciple of a certain martial arts sect, nor is he a child of a family who has traveled here, so it couldn't be better." Liu Wuye secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the difference in strength between martial artists of the same level would not be too large, and it was also targeted.

Born in a martial arts sect, he has a martial arts inheritance of the Pure Yang Sect, and he is still sure that he wants to take a martial artist of the same level who does not have a top-level inheritance.

Carrying a mouthful of scorching true qi, Liu Wuye performed a sword technique, and a sword slash contained many changes, blocking the halberd while slashing the halberd, and slashing it up along the halberd shaft, the dazzling edge seemed to cut off Fang Ping's palm.

Fang Ping was not afraid of danger, turned over and jumped up, jumped into the air, and fell like wings in the moment, first threw out a bag of lime powder mixed with mandala pollen hanging on his waist, and then grabbed the halberd rod with both hands, and slashed down with all his strength.

The green muscles and blood vessels that burst out of his body surface, red and bloody, set off him like a demon god, and the purple true blood in his heart was ready to move, and it could spread to the limbs and bones at any time.

"Despicable!"

Seeing the scene of Fang Ping spilling lime powder, the young woman was stunned.

In the confrontation of the masters of the middle and third grades, is lime powder useful? That's too much.

"Ridiculous, are you thinking that this is the first time I have traveled to the rivers and lakes?"

Liu Wuye was dressed in hunting, ignoring the lime powder attack with a layer of true qi barrier covering his entire body, and with a twist of his wrist, he drove the long sword, drawing a dense sword net that enveloped Fang Ping's body.

The scorching and strong true qi condensed into Liu Wuye's left hand, and under the illumination of the sun, bits and pieces of golden spots loomed outside his palm, like a pinch of golden flames.

"Pure Yang Flame Palm!"

Liu Wuye slapped out with a palm, without reservation, the terrible palm wind tore the ground apart, and the temperature in the surrounding area also rose in a straight line, and the Bai family nurses who were hiding in the battle outside the 100-meter battle were sweating profusely, their mouths were dry, and they felt a burning pain in their skin from afar, and taking a breath of air was like swallowing a knife.

"Very strong!"

Fang Ping smelled the aura of threat, and without holding it up, the Turtle Breath Breath Breath Technique worked further, and more and more air was injected into his veins, and even the bones were burrowed into a lot of air.

Fang Ping's sturdy body of one meter and nine meters tall became a lot bigger in vain under the gaze of everyone, his height exceeded two meters, and his thick arms also swelled around, as thick as a temple pillar.

The blood vessels are jumping suddenly, and the physique is full of hideous green tendons, and it is also as powerful as the Arhat King Kong enshrined in the temple.

At this moment, Fang Ping's strength has climbed to the point where he is on the verge of becoming stronger, and the only way to turn on the "True Blood Awakening" state is to become stronger.

But Fang Ping didn't want to do that yet, he wanted to see which of the disciples of this martial arts sect was stronger or weaker compared to the same level of battle.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the crumbling of the rocks and the deafening sound of Jin Ge, Fang Ping danced the black halberd to grind the sharp sword net that enveloped him, and then poured a body of qi and blood true qi into his left hand, and the palm of his hand was as big as a pu fan against Liu Wuye's "Pure Yang Flame Palm".

Both of them are a physical meal.

What Fang Ping's palm was involved was his huge, volcanic-like qi and blood, as well as his strong internal force.

And what Liu Wuye's "Pure Yang Flame Palm" contains is a blazing true qi that is extremely strong and fierce, melting gold and smelting iron.

Fang Ping responded quickly, more than 20,000 pores on the surface of his body, like a mouth and nose, forced out to penetrate into his body, to incinerate his internal organs, the scorching true qi of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, followed by the rotation of the black halberd, the Fang Tian painting halberd with a length of one zhang and two feet, turned into a 10,000-jin giant hammer and bombarded Liu Wuye.

The long sword in Liu Wuye's hand is also a rare metal casting, but the sword is more of an ornament, just like those children of the family who are suave and have a powdery face and oily head, they like to hang long swords on their waists and wear gorgeous clothes.

Compared to Fang Tian's painting halberd's domineering and fierce, it opened and closed widely, and the long sword in Liu Wuye's hand trembled endlessly, and soon cracks like turtles appeared.

"This person's strength is not below my cousin."

The young woman who was watching the scene of the fight, worried about her cousin's safety, pursed her lips and shouted, "You two don't fight anymore." ”

Liu Wuye looked aggrieved, he wanted to know that Fang Ping's strength was not under him, and he would never easily provoke a dispute, two people with similar strength, fighting to the end, it was nothing more than losing both, no matter which side wins, the other side will pay a painful price.

If Fang Ping was willing to put down his troops at this time and turn enemies into friends, he would not be able to ask for it, but in the shouts of the young woman, Fang Ping turned a deaf ear and danced the black halberd, and the attack became more and more ferocious every time.

The earth-shattering divine power carried by the black halberd when it slashed horizontally and vertically was also continuously increasing, shaking Liu Wuye's mouth numb, and the crack outside the long sword in his hand spread to the entire sword body.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the long sword in Liu Wuye's hand was torn apart, and when one of the fragments burst out, it cut Liu Wuye's cheek impartially, and the red blood that flowed out made Liu Wuye's handsome face instantly turn into an angry appearance, and roared: "You damn it, I'm going to kill you alive!" ”

Fang Ping still ignored it, the halberd in his hand was cut out like a dragon, and his left hand took off a cloth bag from his waist, which was filled with lime powder and mandala pollen.

The two kinds of powder have no lethal power against the middle and third grade masters, unless Liu Wuye's internal strength is exhausted and there is no true qi protection outside the body, but Fang Ping firmly believes that this can cause a mental attack.

In martial arts confrontations, the state of mind is particularly important, if you are in a hurry, not focused enough, and emotionally disturbed, the low-level martial artist will have the possibility of skipping the level and killing you.

Fang Ping's strategy was correct, seeing Liu Wuye, who had once again spilled a bag of lime powder, his eyes were about to eat people, he felt that Fang Ping was insulting him, there were middle and third-grade masters who repeatedly threw lime powder during martial arts confrontations.

"Cousin, be careful, that lime powder is also added with mandala pollen, if it gets contaminated with your body, it will weaken your true qi."

The young woman reminded with an anxious face.

"I know...... If I don't cut this liao today, I will never give up. ”

Liu Wuye's voice had not yet fallen, as far as the eye could see, it was covered with lime, and the glittering powder was the mandala pollen mixed with lime powder, which made Liu Wuye hateful, and his true qi was all over his body, and he didn't dare to take it lightly for a moment.