Chapter Eighty-Eight: Death and All Kinds of Nothing

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But.

Faster than that little bit of cold light is Dongfang Fang Lan's sword!

An unsheathed sword!

At the moment when the spear was about to pierce Dongfang Fanglan's throat, Dongfang Fanglan held the scabbard in front of him with his backhand.

In an instant, sparks splashed!

The moment the tip of the spear suddenly clicked on the scabbard, with the sparks rising in all directions, the air was constantly torn apart!

The gun slammed into the scabbard with such a domineering force that shattered the high walls of the streets.

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The cold wind is cold, and the killing intent is even colder.

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Among the masters of the Nine Layers of Creation, a casual move can change the color of the situation, let alone top Creation Realm masters like Dongfang Lan and Zhao Xing?

With just one move, the air around the two of them vibrated like a ghost screaming.

With just one move, the street where the two were located was completely destroyed.

The two fought for hundreds of feet, and no one dared to get close.

No one can come close.

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in the broken streets.

Fierce killing intent.

The first shot had already been fired, but it had been blocked by Dongfang Lan with his scabbard.

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However, the killing intent in Zhao Xing's eyes did not retreat.

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Putting away the gun, turning around, Zhao Xing stepped out slowly again.

This time, Zhao Xing took ten more steps back, twenty steps away from Dongfang Fang Lan.

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Twenty steps, Zhao Xing held a seven-foot green qi spear, and looked at Dongfang Fang Lan through the killing intent.

The spear moved.

This time, Zhao Xing swirled a beautiful full moon in the air with a seven-foot spear.

When the spear was stable, Zhao Xing was already holding the spear upside down.

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A thousand miles of momentum, one momentum and one shot.

As a result, Zhao Xing, who was holding a spear seven feet upside down, began to skyrocket with his domineering momentum.

If the opponent was someone else, Zhao Xing would definitely not be able to shoot this shot, because there could be no fool who would let him Zhao Xing finish this thousand miles of momentum, and the entire Fusang City would dare to let him finish this shot.

There is only one person.

This person is not a fool.

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The whole person is like Zhao Xing standing under the cliff waterfall, his body is like a mountain, and he is immovable.

The momentum that is aggravated by every point is heavier than the mountain.

Feet.

The stone street where Zhao Xing was standing had already collapsed inch by inch, if it weren't for his intention to regain momentum, I was afraid that this street would have ceased to exist a long time ago.

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Twenty steps to the other end.

Dongfang Fang Lan quietly looked at Zhao Xing, who was extremely terrifying, and his eyes were neither light nor heavy.

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In the silence, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes.

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The cold wind stopped, and Zhao Xing slowly spoke again:

"One shot, ask for directions. ”

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The spear is like a dragon!

Four words before falling.

At this end of the street, Zhao Xing carried a spear for thousands of miles, attacking Dongfang Lan like a flood.

The spear passed.

On both sides of this hundred-zhang long street, tiles, high walls, dead wood, fallen leaves, houses, terraces, and eaves.

All collapsed.

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In the smoke and dust in the sky, there was only a seven-foot green spear, which cut through the smoke and dust in all directions.

The sky is full of ashes.

The red-clothed Dongfang Lan suddenly stepped out!

Draw the sword four inches.

In an instant, the four-inch sword blade brought a monstrous cold light!

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That section of the street.

The wind and thunder carried by Zhao Xing's spear are overwhelming, and they are all killing intent.

This side of the street.

Dongfang Fang Lan raised his hand and drew his sword four inches, within Zhou Tian, there was only sword intent!

The momentum of splitting the earth and opening the sky for thousands of miles collided with the sword intent that was more piercing than the cold wind in this week.

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The sand is flying, and the ghosts are roaring all over the sky.

Ten paces from each of them, a one-foot-wide opening opened in the ground.

This crack is not wide, but it is a hundred feet long.

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The cold wind seems to have dared not move anymore, and there is no wind on the street, so make way for these two people.

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Zhao Xing, who spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, his internal organs had been torn to the ground, and his eyes flashed with strong unwillingness.

But he is still his Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing, one of the strongest people in Fusang City, and Zhao Xing, the head of the Zhao family.

Thirty steps back.

Standing with a gun again.

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It is said that in Fusang City, the lord is the strongest.

It is said that in Fusang City, the Sun family is unparalleled and has unparalleled physique.

Then let you see, how did I, Zhao Xing, the Zhao family, break you, the strongest in Fusang City!

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Zhao Xing, whose voice was hoarse like a ghost, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and spoke slowly, but this time, Zhao Xing's voice was weak and weird:

"One shot, one walk. ”

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When these four words fell, Zhao Xing knew that if this blow had not yet made Dongfang Fang Lan take out his sword.

Then he will surely die.

But he was not afraid.

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Zhao Xing, whose eyes were red, began to walk towards Dongfang Fang Lan, staggering and lifeless.

The staggering pace from side to side, as if he was stupid, as if he was stupid.

Compared with the previous two shots, this third shot was like a drunken man, waving a spear at the corner of the street.

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Zhao Xing's expression, in these thirty steps, gradually changed from unwilling anger to sadness, to joy, to smile, and to grief.

When you have walked thirty steps.

Zhao Xing's expression became unprecedentedly firm, persistent, and calm.

After walking these thirty steps, Zhao Xing returned to the Zhao family.

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The spear pointed obliquely at the sky, and in the plain, the head of the Zhao family stabbed out with a shot.

No wind, no gravel, no dust.

Only.

Only one sword.

A sword from Dongfang Lan.

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This bland shot finally made the lord out of the sword.

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That shot stabbed, and Dongfang Lan's sword was just a flash of streamers.

The blade of the sword slashed across the tip of the spear, and the tip of the spear walked over the blade.

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The figures of the two were staggered in an instant, and then separated in an instant.

The pepper figure sword is returned to the sheath.

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Zhao Xing, who was facing away from Dongfang Fang Lan, smiled stupidly.

Blood poured out of Zhao Xing's chest, wetted his clothes, and flowed to the ground.

Standing in a pool of blood, Zhao Xing landed on the ground with a spear.

In staccato words, he smiled:

"What a lord, what a pepper..."

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"It turns out that in the world, there is still such a swordsmanship. ”

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"I have traveled most of the world in my life and learned the four-style marksmanship. ”

"Kneeling Buddha, I am young and invincible. ”

"Asking for directions is my ambition. ”

"Alone, I am alone, in this dead city, starting from scratch. ”

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"I didn't expect that after only three shots, I would have to die here. ”

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"I don't want to ask you either... How did you break up those two old ghosts? ”

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Zhao Xing, who was struggling to speak, hit the ground with a spear, coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Again:

"I just thought... After these four shots. ”

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"Look, how's that?"

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Heard.

Something big happened to Fuso City.

The head of the Zhao family died at the hands of the lord Dongfang Fanglan.

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The two fought less than 20 moves, Zhao Xing died, and the owner's injuries were unknown. I heard that before the head of the Zhao family died, at the gate of the Zhao Mansion, he dragged a spear and walked forty steps, and every step was filled with blood.

Hearing this, Zhao Xing fired the last shot.

Before the flying spear reached the owl master, Zhao Xing was already dead.

I heard that before Zhao Xing died, he was not sad or happy, but also uneven.

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