"Who are you?"

Gu Li stared at Fang Wang, frowned, and looked at the other party carefully, daring to stand up at this moment, it must not be simple, could it be that she looked away, this son has a big background?

Everyone is looking at Fang Wang, including the real snoozers.

Fang Wang said calmly: "My name is Fang Wang, why don't you and I have a fight first, how about the winner being qualified to fight alone?" ”

As soon as these words came out, some people immediately started to coax, and the people present all had the background of cultivating immortal families, although they didn't dare to come out rashly, but they were still very excited to see someone thin Gu Li's face.

Most people are afraid of the name of the Luobei Gu family, but the remaining people are just cautious, feeling that if they rush to fight for their own disciples, they may not even be able to compete for the qualifications of sword-holding disciples, and they will be besieged by fifty-one people, and they will probably be defeated before they have time to show their strength.

The sleepy real man stood aside, pinching his beard, looking at the excitement on his face, he had no intention of stopping it.

Gu Li took two steps forward, raised his hand and pulled out a thin sword from behind his back, two fingers wide, but four feet long, the blade of the sword flashed with cold light.

"Then try it!" Gu Li's tone was tough, and she raised her sword and pointed at Fang Wang.

Fang Wang raised his right arm and raised the flying sword in his hand, but he quickly let go, only to see the flying sword suspended in the air.

Gu Li squinted, immediately swung his sword, and slashed out with a sword, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and he was unstoppable and killed in Fang Wang, rolling up dust and sand along the way.

Fang Wang's right hand slammed violently, and the flying sword erupted with an extremely terrifying speed, like a cold light, tearing apart the sword qi in front of him, dispersing the wind and waves, and stopping in front of Gu Li's forehead almost instantly.

The sword wind blew away Gu Li's hat, and it was torn off along with the veil, revealing a beautiful face, and at this moment, this delicate face was full of stunned.

Looking at the flying sword suspended in front of her, Gu Li's whole body stiffened, and the tip of the sword was reflected in her eyes, like a star flashing cold, and her forehead couldn't help but overflow with cold sweat.

Everyone was frightened, even Zhou Xue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Sure enough, I didn't mistake him, it's just that this kid's swordsmanship ......"

Based on Fang Wang's performance that night, Zhou Xue felt that Fang Wang's true strength was by no means just something that could be expressed by cultivation, so she pushed Fang Wang out, Fang Wang's practice of the sword technique to such an extent surprised her, the speed just now, even some Spirit Shaping Realm cultivators may not be able to reach it.

Also, at that time, Fang Wang used an ordinary man's sword, but now he has a magic sword in his hand.

However, this magic sword is the most ordinary kind, and it allows him to exert such power, where is the upper limit of this kid?

The snooze real person was also startled, and he stared at Fang Wang tightly, his eyes glowing.

"It's such a domineering control, such a sharp speed, it can stop instantly, even I almost didn't react just now." The snooze real person was secretly afraid, if Gu Li died here, it would be troublesome.

The Luobei Gu family is not easy to mess with!

He had to cheer up and stare at Fang Wang, for fear that this kid would be too ruthless.

The disciples of the Taiyuan Sect behind him all showed a ghostly expression, is this kid really in the Qi Cultivation Realm?

Fang Wang didn't look at Gu Li, but glanced at the others and asked, "I'm here to be a candidate for a personal disciple, who doesn't agree?" ”

No one dared to respond, and they all looked at him as if they were facing a great enemy, and even began to silently take out their respective magic weapons.

The corners of Zhou Xue's mouth curled slightly, and he said secretly: "This kid's sharpness is really enough, he usually looks restrained, but he has such momentum when he should fight, if he hadn't died on the night of the destruction in his previous life, what height would he reach?" ”

Thinking about it, she also took out the magic weapon, which was the yellow talisman used by the Tsing Yi Daoist before.

Fang Wang caught a glimpse of this scene, and his heart jumped, you don't want to move the real thing, right?

Feed!

My own people!

Fang Wang's right hand swirled inward, and the flying sword hanging in front of Gu Li's forehead suddenly retracted and fell into his palm.

Gu Li's heart was beating like a drum, looking at Fang Wang, the whole person was in a trance.

At that moment just now, she felt the breath of death, and if the other party wanted to kill her, she would definitely not be able to dodge.

Why is the gap so big?

She hadn't even performed her Five Holy Sword Technique yet......

At this moment, she remembered her father's words: "Taiyuan Gate has the appearance of taking off, and there will definitely be Tianjiao figures, and when you get there, you must not be careless." ”

Fang Wang didn't care about Gu Li's thoughts, and when he saw the others moving their paces and surrounding him, he knew that the sword technique alone was not enough to deal with the current situation.

Thinking about it, he stabbed the flying sword in his hand into the dirt, and his hands were surrounded in all directions.

Mad!

This is everyone's feeling, just when someone couldn't hold it back, Fang Wang raised his right hand, palm down.

Rumble!

A domineering momentum erupted from Fang Wang's body, the dust under his feet whistled, and three fireballs condensed behind his head, like a small sun hanging, his robe agitated, and his expression became cold.

"It's ......"

"How is that possible!"

Both the snooze real person and Zhou Xue were shocked, the former was a surprise, and the latter was pure shock.

Xuanyang nerves!

Zhou Xue claimed that she hadn't practiced before her ascension, which was to scare Fang Wang, but in fact, she had trained the Xuanyang nerve to the sixth layer, but she gave up later for other reasons.

With the sixth layer alone, it took her decades, how long did Fang Wang cultivate?

Looking at the three flames behind Fang Wang's head, it was obvious that it was not as simple as cultivating to the first layer, and she suddenly suspected that Fang Wang might be able to practice to the seventh layer that she had not reached.

No wonder this kid's cultivation has grown so fast, and he has cultivated the Xuanyang nerve to such an extent, and it has only been more than a month......

Such a genius was born in Daqi, Zhou Xue suddenly felt the power of fate, maybe there was a force in the dark that affected the fate of the Fang family.

In this life, Fang Wang survived, and the way of the world was about to change.

Although Zhou Xue thought it was incredible, it was not to the point of being unacceptable, after all, she had soared, and she had seen even more demonic existences.

"Up!"

The man in black wearing a hat was the first to speak, and as he spoke, he slapped the ground suddenly, and the bookcase behind him opened, and black arrows shot at Fang Wang.

The others immediately cast their own spells, and all chose to attack from a distance, even Zhou Xue also made a move, and the yellow rune burst out with dozens of golden rays.

In an instant, a colorful light enveloped Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes froze, his right hand clenched into a fist violently, and the three fireballs behind his head suddenly exploded, turning into a surging sea of fire and swept away, scattering spells and magic weapons in all directions, and the waves of fire rose, which was extremely spectacular.

In the next second, Fang Wang stepped out of the Shadow Step, and he was already not afraid of any flames in the Ninth Layer of the Xuanyang Nerve Great Perfection, and it only took three steps for him to come to a monk.

A palm is struck, as fast as the wind, and as powerful as thunder.

Bang!

The monk was knocked straight into the air, vomiting blood in the air.