Sure enough, when Xia Yanyu, Qingzheng and the others watched quietly, a majestic voice sounded in vain from the countless sword lights, and it resounded throughout the entire Dae Mountain in just a moment.

"Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Twenty-two Styles!"

A bit of cold light poured out from the tip of the Heaven Climbing Sword in Fang Zhile's hand, and then this cold light changed to the size of a thumb, then as thick as an arm, and finally turned into a cloud of light, enveloping Fang Zhile's entire body, directly resisting the countless sword lights swarming in front of him.

Silver light burst out, dazzling eyes, a figure stood with a sword, and the whole body exuded a blue-green light, like a sword god, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

The next moment, in the surprised gazes of many female disciples of the Emei Sect, the light that emitted a blue-green light, all the brilliance was gone, and it poured into the Yitian Sword in Fang Zhile's hand like a tide.

The blue light is blooming, and the power of the entire Heavenly Sword erupts, like a divine weapon out of the sheath, and it is extremely sharp.

Fang Zhile held the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and the whole person rushed forward violently, and at the same time raised the sword and stabbed out.

This sword stabbed away, and tens of thousands of ghosts flashed around Fang Zhile's body in an instant, adding them up layer by layer, and finally turned into a groundbreaking sword, directly defeating the countless sword lights in front of him in one fell swoop.

All light is gone.

The dome of the gold is like the smoke of a war has dissipated, and calm has been restored.

But many female disciples were not calm in their hearts, and even set off a storm of waves.

Terrible!

He's so powerful!

One person and one sword, the crisis was broken, like a god of war standing.

At this moment, Fang Zhile's majestic and tall figure was deeply imprinted in the hearts of many female disciples, making them unforgettable in this life.

"This guy ......"

Xia Yanyu's beautiful eyes looked forward to the flow, and she looked at the figure on the golden top, the corners of her mouth inadvertently raised a seductive arc, and she murmured softly, "It's always so unreassuring......"

Qing Zheng's eyes were also shining, flashing with brilliance, and he looked at the figure staring at him without blinking, thinking of the previous things, he was overjoyed, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said, "Thief, always like this." ”

Su Daiyu was silent, holding Lin Qiaoyan's little hand, looking at the figure on the top of the gold with a smile, and remembering the events of a while ago, she couldn't help but take a sip, her face was blushing, obviously embarrassed, but she became more and more delicate.

I have to admit that the developed Su Dai language looks like a blooming rose at the moment, and it is so beautiful that it makes people feel excited.

As for Xiao Nizi, she is still smiling innocently, but in those eyes that seem to be able to make people sink into it, a gloomy color flashes.

But I don't know what worries she is thinking about at her young age.

Among the many female disciples, Zhou Zhiruo wore a blue dress, standing on the side, her eyes kept falling on Fang Zhile's body, and never moved away, especially in those wonderful eyes, flashing from time to time, I don't know what I was thinking.

Fengling robe, hair high, there is a different style, thin waist and plump buttocks, the twin peaks stand proudly, standing in front of the railing, looking at the figure on the golden top in a daze, a little trance.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the scene when she came to Mount Emei, and the obscene embryo made her laugh at this moment.

This smile, like a red lotus blooming in the world, is so beautiful that it touches people's hearts.

Zhuang Xiu'er also had beautiful eyes, looking at the figure quietly, full of joy, as if as long as the figure was fine, then it would be her sunny day.

............

All the female disciples had their own ideas, but at this moment, they were all smiling, rejoicing that the head of the sect had survived the crisis.

It's just that they don't know that the battle just now is just a warm-up, and the real battle has just begun at this moment!

............

Golden top.

Fang Zhile and Fuyunye each held a sword in their hands, facing each other from afar, their eyes touching, and a little fire burst out invisibly, and there seemed to be a strong smell of gunpowder around them.

Imminent!

But neither of them made the first move.

If a master makes a move, he cares about a moment, but if he makes a strong move, he cares about the opportunity!

Whoever seizes the opportunity first will have a certain initiative and a greater chance of victory.

Obviously, Fang Zhile and Fu Yunye are both strong men, and they are both experienced masters, so they have long been clear about this, so no one wants to strike first.

Once you make a move, it means that the opportunity is lost, and what you are waiting for may only be passive.

Because whoever makes the first move will inevitably reveal some flaws, and these flaws are the most important reason for the loss of the first opportunity!

The two stood against each other for a long time, and the cold wind howled around them, blowing their robes.

After a while, Fuyun Ye finally spoke first, and said with a smile, "Master Fang is good at swordsmanship, no wonder you can become the third head of the Emei faction, it seems that Fu Mou underestimated you before." ”

"The name of the Sword Emperor is also worthy of its name. Fang Zhile's expression was slightly cold, and he said with some mockery, "But looking at the swordsmanship that Brother Fu performed just now, it seems that it is more than just a competition, right?"

When Fuyun Ye used his sword to break through ten thousand methods just now, Fang Zhile had a faint understanding in his heart, because he smelled a smell of murderous intent from that sword technique.

This made Fang Zhile secretly frightened in his heart.

Nothing to do is not to go to the Three Treasures Hall.

In the same way, this Sword Emperor Fuyun Ye suddenly came to this sect for no reason, it was by no means as simple as wanting to learn swordsmanship with himself, there must be other plans.

It's just that I don't know what this floating cloud night wants to plot for the time being, and what is this faction worthy of the Sword Emperor's plot?

Fang Zhile was secretly puzzled, but at this moment, he did not hesitate to ask this doubt.

He didn't expect Fuyun Ye to answer, anyway, he would take him down later, so he could naturally ask some things.

However, to Fang Zhile's surprise, Fu Yunye smiled faintly, and actually answered on his own, "Master Fang has a good eye, he can detect Fu Mou's intentions so quickly, it seems that the rumors in the outside world that Master Fang's mind is like a demon is true." ”

After a slight pause, Fu Yunye nodded and continued, "Yes, Fu Mou is not afraid to tell the truth to Master Fang, come to your faction, there is indeed something you want!"

Really!

Fang Zhile's heart was awe-inspiring, but his face was calm and said, "The Sword Emperor crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, has a broad vision, and this sect lives in a land that is nothing more than a projectile, how can he get into your magic eyes?

Fuyunye shook his head, "Master Fang, you and I don't talk darkly, this emperor does have something to ask for, not to deceive you." ”

"Oh?"

Fang Zhile was surprised, knowing that the floating cloud night was real, he no longer played dumb riddles, and frowned, "What is that?"

"It's not too late to wait for the talks, but now it's better to finish this battle first. Fu Yunye waved his hand and said, "When this battle is over, no matter what, Fu Mou will tell Master Fang what you want!"

Fang Zhile's eyes narrowed, then slowly enlarged, returning to normal, "Okay, then you and I will fight to our heart's content!"

"Fight to your heart's content!" Floating Cloud Night also shouted.

Sou!

Sou!

After that, Fang Zhile and Fu Yunye immediately turned into a ball of sword light, without any fancy lights, and directly rushed towards each other.

Rumble!

The two groups of sword light collided, and a shocking sound erupted, roaring throughout the entire Dae Mountain, causing many female disciples to tremble, secretly shocked, and retreat one after another.

The sword light turned into countless small rays of light, flying down from the sky, directly enveloping Fang Zhile and Fuyunye.

From a distance, it was as if there was a heavy snowfall on the golden top at this moment, and the snowflakes were flying and falling.

In an instant, the entire golden roof was covered with snowflakes, and as far as the eye could see, it was covered in snow and covered with snow.

Even Fang Zhile and Fuyunye, who were in the battle, also became snowmen, and the sword brilliance in their respective hands burst out, dispersing the snowflakes around them, and continuing to fight together.

Suddenly, the snowflakes disappeared, and all the brilliance faded like a tide.

The entire Mount O'e returned to normal.

It's just that the two groups of sword light in the battle on the golden dome are fighting faster and faster, and in the end, they have become the afterimage of the Dao, constantly passing over the golden dome, and they can't tell which one is Fang Zhile and which one is the floating cloud night.

The two seemed to have become one, but they were hostile to each other.

If it weren't for the loud noises that erupted from time to time in the field, shooting out ten thousand spiritual lights, many female disciples who were watching really thought that this battle had ended.

In fact, it is now that the battle has entered the white-hot stage.

Although Fang Zhile is not in the way of the sword, he can inherit many peerless swordsmanship, such as Tai Chi swordsmanship, Holy Spirit swordsmanship, and it is a one-time inheritance of all the essence, which makes it very easy for him to walk in the way of the sword, and he doesn't even need to practice as hard as others to obtain invincible swordsmanship.

Therefore, Fang Zhile is in the way of the sword, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a sword saint.

After all, if you comprehend the Holy Spirit Sword Technique alone, you can be called the invincible Sword Saint at that time.

And Fang Zhile has both a grandmaster-level Tai Chi swordsmanship and a sword saint-level Holy Spirit swordsmanship, and his achievements in the way of the sword can be described as amazing, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, there are very few kendo masters who can compete with him.

As for the Sword Emperor Fuyun Ye, his background is mysterious, and his swordsmanship is even more superb, reaching the peak of perfection.

No one knows where Fuyun Ye's swordsmanship came from, just as no one knows where he came from, only that a Chiyun Sword was born, and since then there has been one more sword emperor in the rivers and lakes!

The Emperor of Swords, the Emperor of Swords!

If you don't have a certain strength, how can you get the title of Sword Emperor?

The Sword Emperor Floating Cloud Night, after thousands of battles, the achievement of the Emperor of the Sword, swordsmanship is superb, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, it is also a rare opponent.

This time I came to the Emei faction, there are three purposes, one is to see the Golden Buddha, the other is to fight with the third head of the Emei faction, as for the three, it is to ask the Emei faction for something.

It's just that Fuyunye never expected that the swordsmanship of the third head of the Emei faction would be so sharp, and he had already fought more than 200 moves in a blink of an eye, but he still didn't tell the winner.

In the eyes of the Sword Emperor Fuyun Ye, this is already an extremely incredible miracle.

After all, since his debut, when has he ever fought with a certain strong man for more than 200 moves?

Thinking of this, Fu Yunye felt a little irritable in his heart, thinking that he was the emperor of the sword, but he couldn't take the head of the Emei faction with more than two hundred moves