Fu Cang grinned and turned his face, he asked himself is a very rampant person, he couldn't imagine that such a guy of unknown origin in front of him was rampant than him, the earthy yellow famous sword 'Immortal Earth' was dripping and turning, disappeared in a flash, and scolded with a sneer: "Boy, why don't you have any eyesight at all, don't you understand such an obvious truth, I don't talk to you because I don't look down on you, what nonsense, I think it's awesome to be like Zhang Xiaojing, isn't it, now you lie down for me." ”

The disappearing immortal earth suddenly appeared in front of Jing Ming.

This sword is generally very famous in the rivers and lakes with the thief wood buds.

It is rumored that this sword was refined by the ancient gods from the heavenly gods.

It felt like a mountain was about to be on his forehead, Jing Ming instinctively raised his sword to resist, and Fu Cang in the distance smiled: "I don't know whether to live or die..."

Jing Ming suddenly changed color, and there was a huge force from the iron sword in his hand, and by the time he reacted, it was too late, and his body slammed into the courtyard on the left, smashing the portal to the ground.

"Whoosh...."

More than a dozen sawdust flew out of the hole, Jing Ming fell into the courtyard, pulled out a soil groove under his feet, and slapped the already broken portal towards Fu Cang with a slap of the sword in his hand.

Fu Cang's expression was surprised, and the kid didn't lie down, which made him a little surprised.

An earthy yellow True Qi Void appeared within a meter of his body, and the sawdust rushed to shatter on it, and even the ashes did not touch him.

This person is a disciple of the Demon Sect of the Dead Island, and he really dared to participate in the martial arts conference led by the righteous path, and in the end, not only did he retreat, but also won the fifth place in the big competition, not only was he brave, but his strength was also recognized by the righteous monks.

After Dabi ended, most of the big guys wanted to keep him to change their minds, but he tried to sneak out.

In the cavity of the courtyard collapsed, a figure rushed out, but it was the thing that didn't know whether to live or die was killed again, Fu Cang sneered that it was not the first time that the fly with an iron head was not the first time he had encountered it, nor was it the first time that he had used the 'immortal soil' as a fly swatter, and the earthy yellow flying sword waved, at this time, Jing Mingxue was obedient, and when he passed by the side, he completely rolled on the ground and hid to the side, and the ground boomed, and the position where he was standing just now exploded a pit for the boss.

Jing Ming rushed up with a sword.

It is not the first time that the luxurious fly swatter of the evolution of the immortal earth has failed, Fu Cang unhurriedly raised his sword again to slap, faster and more urgent, seeing that the young man was about to become a lonely ghost under the sword, he stepped out of the sword, but it did not explode into flesh and paste with the same bang as Fu Cang's mouth shape, and the ending was not much better, the iron sword was pressed and arched like a shrimp's back, and his body shot violently, and he crashed into a wall courtyard.

"Whoosh...."

When Jing Ming fell into the courtyard, the iron sword struck down a wall, and a large number of stones beckoned to the top of Fu Cang's head.

The mosquito-like martial arts techniques make Fu Cang annoying, he doesn't need to bother to defend at all, the loess-colored true qi is naturally perfectly defended, this demon Dao boy also has real anger in his heart, the immortal soil does not give Jing Ming a chance to breathe, and accurately locks the young man hidden in the smoke and dust, and nails down with a sword on his head, Jing Ming spreads his feet and runs away, the sound of the ground is blowing up a pit, and the young man will jump out to resist every time he hides once or twice, and the ending is similar to the first time, and the houses within twenty meters along the street are almost demolished by these two people.

Qiu Miao's expression was grim.

Stasis inherited a clearer mind than ordinary people, and saw that every time the young man received the sword, there would be a faint light flowing through his body, and immediately smiled coldly, and the seemingly smart Fu Cang actually became the whetstone of that kid.

Jing Ming raised his sword to resist at one time.

After pretending for so long, this time he didn't pretend, and a lot of light erupted from his eyes.

was casually thrown into such a place by the old man, and the young man did not dare to slack off at all, and he got it from the pastor's hands. After the Baijie Dan, he was not as stupid as the original owner and didn't pull a few incense offerings, he slapped it into his mouth very cleanly, a large amount of essence surged, and in a short period of time, the young man opened many tricks, and was beaten by Fu Cang, just to use his oppression to further dissolve the medicinal power of the Hundred Junction Pill in his body, and now Jing Ming Yupu has reached as many as seventy-two, but it still can't stand it, the sword body was bent again, just as Fu Cang teased, Jing Ming was once again shot out by the inhumane shot, his body stopped in the air and dotted in the air several times, and then turned back, like an antelope hanging horns, and a leap came to the famous swordOn the top of the 'Immortal Earth', the hilt of the flying sword was stepped on under his feet, and the young Niu stubbornly made a stare at his legs, and the sword fell straight and straight, completely inserted into the soil, and the iron sword in his hand was not good-looking, Fu Cang's face turned slightly pale, and the connection between him and the 'Immortal Earth' flying sword was cut off.

Zhang Xiaojing's origin is mysterious.

The young man with the same mysterious origin, this method of destroying the mind with a sword is equally mysterious.

The flying sword and the master are connected by their hearts, and the rivers and lakes agree that their thoughts are very mysterious, even if they are fast, the flying sword can't be killed.

Something that goes against common sense is happening right in front of you, and it's hard for Fu Cang to approve of it.

Jing Ming took advantage of the victory to pursue and once again raised his sword to kill.

Fu Cang's face was cold, the mosquito-like guy made him angry, the hideous tattoos on his body seemed to come to life, the majestic physique muscles were piled up, the ground cracked and stepped directly down a layer, standing with a punch blasted, the earthy yellow true qi was agitated.

This punch had a concussive effect, and the seven orifices that hit Jing Ming and immediately hit the stupid kid who rushed over bleed, and Fu Cang's fist continued to be handed out, sneering: "Are you still crazy now?"

Jing Ming was in a daze, although his mind was chaotic, but the kung fu in his hand was still there, he held the iron sword and looked at Fu Cang's fist and handed it out.

Fu Cang was still cowardly in the end.

The sword in the young man's hand is very evil, although Fu Cang is confident that the iron fist is invincible, but he really doesn't dare to touch the iron sword with a meat fist, and with a wave of his sleeve, a yellow wind blows and Jing Ming blows a few times and falls back.

Fu Cang has not been idle.

His face was overjoyed, and he re-established the connection with the flying sword immortal earth, the sword was like a drunk man staggering out of the soil, you said that it was a coincidence that Jing Ming, who had fought a few heels in the air, stepped on the hilt of the flying sword and stepped on it, so he naturally pressed it again again, and immediately made up a sword.

Fu Cang not only vomited blood angrily, but now he really vomited blood, and a big ball of red erupted from his mouth.

Edgeworth's mind is very precious, and he was cut twice so easily, that is, he was genius enough to stand it, and if he was replaced by Song Hanchuan's kind of goods, he would have already been stuck to the ground with cramps.

Jing Ming decided to be a moth and pounced on it.

Several times, even if Fu Cang is really as smooth as those earthy yellow true qi, he also came to the fire, the fire is rising, he himself two hands to spread the true qi guarding around the body, the breath is as thick as a god of war, raise the palm of his hand to grab Jing Ming's sword blade with his bare hands, Jing Ming is not like being caught by this thing in being used as a big windmill to fall out, he has been pressed and beaten at this time is indeed flexible, his toes in the air a few times, to avoid Fu Cang's grasp, climbed a few points, and one fell upside down behind the door panel that nailed the fox。

"Hey.....hey"

Jing Ming didn't laugh, it was the fox covered in gray cloth that laughed.

The door panel slammed and shattered, and the five nails that nailed the fox's scalp, hands and feet flew out like meteors, and the earthy yellow true qi method greatly affected Fu Cang's body method, and then he opened the middle door by himself, and the nails went straight in, but fortunately, this guy looked like an iron tower, and the meteor-like nails only hit five blood grooves, so there was nothing to achieve.

After the fox landed, he picked up a small pebble from the ground, and threw it into it while Fu Cang's true qi was about to close his tail, which can only be said that this guy is deliberate, or the technique is really wonderful, really croaking, and it is right in the man's head.

Beat Zhang Xiaojing like this, and Fu Cang recognized it.

Hitting such an object in front of him, and such a wretch, he couldn't swallow this breath.

The two of them looked at each other, and the famous sword 'Immortal Earth' that had been stepped into the ground by Jing Ming flew up with a swish, shining on the top of the young man's head and not stabbing down, but turning horizontally, at this time, nine black powders flew out of Fu Cang's arms, and these powders were integrated into the immortal sword, and suddenly the phantom of the mountain appeared, and it was detained above the young man's head.

The fox jumped to his feet in fright.

The constant gesture in his hand roughly means: "A manly man has to stand up to the sky, boy, don't say that I didn't take care of you, such a good opportunity will be given to you, please be sure to resist it." ”

Jing Mingqi's face is pure black, if he doesn't save such a person in front of him, can he suffer the pain of Mount Tai's pressure, the pressure on the shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, but it is covering the body, and he can't sneak out at this time, when he saw the fox gritting his teeth in front of him, he was suddenly bored, and he kicked his ass and flew out.

Fu Cang's aura was victorious.

Dabi finished fifth, and Zhengdao prepared for him the 'Nine Tricks of Heavenly Dust' that is very suitable for martial arts as a prize, which can be cited as a practice tonic and can also be used as a utensil.

Enraged, he directly used it to increase the momentum of the Immortal Earth Flying Sword Mountain.

Jing Ming took a breath, roared to cheer himself up, tilted his head forward, shrugged his shoulders, and roared: "I'm top...."

When the mountain fell on the young man's shoulders, he immediately stepped down two big pits, and the young man's face immediately showed a flush of lack of strength, and the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the placket of his clothes was broken.

This kind of situation is what Fu Cang wants to see, the Nine Heavenly Dust is used, he will never let Jing Ming come out from the bottom of the mountain, control the flying sword to cast spells without stopping, and the flying sword is pressed down again.

Jing Ming's eyes bulged out, and his muscles directly split his shirt into strips of cloth, and his back couldn't stand the strength and was pressed worse than that of an eighty-year-old man, and he was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Fu Cang's face suddenly changed greatly.

I saw that at the top of the phantom shadow of the mountain, under the immortal earth sword, stood this small and lovely figure, and it raised its hand like picking stars to take the treasure 'Nine Tricks of Heavenly Dust' into its arms one after another.

At this time, Jing Ming roared, overturned the mountain that was pressing on his body, and flew up and trampled the mountain under his feet.