What the fat man said makes sense, the things in the courtyard are all things of the Holy Sect, and if they are damaged again, I am afraid that the money on his body will not be enough to compensate.

Carrying a sword, Song finally went out.

Outside the door, a man stood.

The man was dressed in a black robe with a small turtle embroidered on it.

Song Zhong showed a puzzled expression.

This is someone from Xuanwu Hall?

It's strange, did the disciples of Xuanwu Hall also come to place a battle post?

He and Shan Xiongxing, why did Xuanwutang come to get involved?

Outside the gate of the courtyard, there were more than the disciples of Xuanwu Hall.

In addition to the defeated subordinates of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall, there were also many disciples who had entered the Burial Hall gathered here.

The disciples who entered the funeral hall had already heard the movement and came over early to join in the fun.

The disciples who entered the funeral hall looked excited, and their blood was boiling.

The emotions on their faces seemed to be eager to fight in place of Song Zhong.

Song Zhong looked at it, and only saw Wuyang Wuyang's head, which was full of eyes occupying his eyes, making him a little irritable.

The crowd was crowded, rubbing shoulders, and the number of onlookers became more and more.

There were also a few disciples lying on the roof in front of Song Zhong's courtyard.

They lie on the roof, condescending, but they see more and more clearly.

Fang Ning carried a heavy shield on his back, clasped his hands on his chest, and stood proudly at the gate of the courtyard.

As a first-class master, you are indeed worthy of pride.

Song Zhong stepped forward, hugged his fists and said, "Senior brother, good." ”

In the rivers and lakes, the one who reaches is the first.

The other party is much stronger than his martial arts, and he is a first-class master, which is worthy of praise as "senior brother".

Fang Ning's arrogant head nodded, and there was a deep disdain in his gaze when he looked at Song Zhong.

If Shan Xiongxing hadn't hired him with a lot of money, he really wouldn't have come to deal with a second-rate martial artist.

No matter how strong a second-rate martial artist is, can he still be stronger than a first-class master?

The difference between second-rate and first-class is not a star and a half, but an unfathomable dark abyss.

All the second-rate martial artists who dared to provoke first-class masters were already dead.

As for Song Zhong, Song Zhong is just a clown who jumps off the beam.

And the legends of the rivers and lakes before Song Zhong must have been made up by Song Zhong himself, right?

Qin Million, the big boss of Heifeng Village, the general banner of the Mirror Division...

These people are all well-known first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, how could they die under Song Zhong's sword?

How can a second-rate martial artist compete with a first-class master?

Rumors, these should be rumors.

Fang Ning is not good at words, let alone dealing, he is straightforward, and all the things in his heart are written on his face.

Song Zhong saw it clearly, and said in his heart that this guy was not a good person.

"Senior brother is also here to make a war post?"

"Yes, do you dare to take it?"

Song Zhong and Fang Ning looked at each other, their eyes each carrying a terrifying killing intent.

The disciples who entered the burial hall exchanged heads and talked about each other.

"Fang Ning of this Xuanwu Hall is out of his mind, right? A first-class master challenges a second-rate martial artist? I have never heard of it, where is this challenge, this is simply bullying. ”

"Bully, I think he came to the door to find abuse!"

"Senior brother, don't panic, in fact, it's not that Fang Ning bullied our Senior Brother Song, but in the end, Senior Brother Song will bully Fang Ning. ”

"You're so sure of Song Zhong's ability?"

"Nonsense, look at these people on the ground, these guys all have second-rate strength, haven't they been beaten down by Senior Brother Song?"

"Senior Brother Song's ability can definitely kill this Fang Ning. ”

"I also believe that Senior Brother Song can, after all, Senior Brother Song has successively killed Qin Million, the Great Master of Black Wind Village, and the Mirror Division, and others, these people's martial arts are all first-class realms, but they can't stop the sword that Song will eventually kill. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Song's martial arts are very strong, I believe in Senior Brother Song's strength. ”

"Kill him! Kill him, I've long seen Xuanwutang's two or five boys unpleasant!"

The discussion among the disciples who entered the funeral hall gradually became louder, and most of them supported Song Zhong.

And at this moment, there are also some disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall.

The disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall talked differently.

Regarding Fang Ning's arrival, the disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall were a little confused.

It stands to reason that according to Shan Xiongxing's requirements, they have already done it and can already settle the commission, but what is the situation with Fang Ning?

Shan Xiongxing didn't tell this process.

They looked at each other, and they could see the look of doubt in each other's expressions.

However, since Fang Ning was here, they had to seriously observe this battle.

It is really rare to be able to watch the duel between the masters of the younger generation in the Holy Sect.

Especially the two famous people in the Holy Church.

And Song Zhong's murderous reputation is even stronger.

Song Zhong dared to attack the hundred households in charge of the mirror division in front of everyone.

What's more, Fang Ning, who is a Xuanwu Hall?

Fang Ning said coldly: "You are a junior brother, you can strike first, lest others say that I am bullying the small." ”

Carrying the sword, the swordsman shook his head and said, "You'd better not let me, otherwise you will lose badly." ”

"A mere second-rate martial artist, dare to look down on a first-class master?" Fang Ning scoffed.

Fang Ning has been wandering the rivers and lakes for several years, and he has never seen such a person arrogant.

And this person is still a second-rate martial artist.

It seems that he can only be killed.

Silently removing the shield behind his back, Fang Ning grabbed the shield in his right hand, clenched his left hand into a fist, and posed.

Fang Ning's horse steps were particularly solid, as if he had displayed the immovable momentum on Xuanwu's body.

And at this moment, Fang Ning completely turned into a humanoid turtle that could move quickly.

The tortoise, with a solid and heavy tortoise shell on its back, is heavily defensive.

Song Zhong raised his eyebrows, and he didn't know how many moves the sword in his hand needed to perform before he could break through Fang Ning's shield.

On Fang Ning's face, an undisguised killing intent bloomed.

This killing intent is even stronger than before.

Song Zhong looked sideways, it seemed that this Fang Ning was angry.

The anger is not small.

The only way to quench the anger now is to defeat him.

And tell him how great it is to enter the mortuary.

"Attention, senior brother, I'm going to take out my sword next. ”

Song finally reminded the other party that the sharp sword held in his right hand had already stabbed out.

Swordsmanship, "Born to Die".

Only by giving up his own defense can a swordsman obtain the purest murderous sword technique.

Thorn! stab!

No fancy moves!

The sharp blade of the sword stabs forward!

You won't stop until you stab the enemy!

Fang Ning's hair exploded all over his body, and he saw that the blood-red sword stabbed straight in.

The swordsman holding the blood-red sword had a killing intent on his body that exploded in an instant.

It felt like a flood that had been suppressed to a tipping point and burst a levee.

Sharp, domineering, don't die!

Immediately, he did not underestimate Song Zhong, and raised his shield to block.

"Ding!"

The blood-colored sword stabbed straight into the shield, which was made of fine iron, and kept the sword out.

With a hard hand in his hand, the swordsman's face changed slightly, and the blood bonus sword bent up, forming a semi-circle state.

Unable to pierce the shield!

Something is wrong!

The swordsman immediately drew his sword and retreated, only to see that Fang Ning had already swung his fist and smashed it.

In his eyes, the fist was infinitely enlarged, getting closer and closer to him.