Up and down the Qingyun Sect, the disciples who had already dispersed gathered in front of Xiao Qianyan again. Although they didn't know that in just half a day, the sect had undergone great changes, but they also smelled something wrong, and they were worried in their hearts.

"Do you think that this little ghost was scared just now and deliberately ran away, and you still want to continue?"

"What just happened? Is it related to this little ghost?"

"Hey, is this little ghost going to die? Remember that he also has a mount, but this time he has to fight the enemy alone?"

In the discussion, some people are happy and some are sad.

"Why does he have to fight against Senior Brother Xiao, isn't he afraid of ......?"

Under Xiao Qianyan, Qin Xing'er's eyes were hazy with tears.

Liu Heihu persuaded on the side: "He must have his own decision, and he may not lose!"

In a farther place, people who had a grudge against Fang Xing, such as Feng Qingwei, Mu Rongying, Meng Xuanzhao, Ye Tianlong and others, had excitement on their faces that could not be concealed, and their eyes looked at the stage for a moment.

"It's a pity, I can't kill this little ghost with my own hands, but I can watch Senior Brother Xiao kill him, and I can also relieve my sulk!"

"It's a pity, this little ghost is actually not bad, but he is just looking for his own death, but he is destined to not grow up!"

In the stands, Elder Blue Bird also looked cold, and said, "I hope Jian Ming will not be as merciful as Lingyun!"

Xiao Shanhe knew that she still secretly hated Fang Xing for scolding her in public, so he laughed and said, "Let's see Jian Ming being angry for my junior sister!"

Whether it is an acquaintance or a stranger, whether it is an elder or an ordinary disciple, there is not much strength in the other party's confidence.

Although Fang Xing has always shown that his strength is very strong since he returned to the mountain gate, far beyond his own cultivation, but in this martial arts exercise, his performance is really disappointing, either smashing people with money or playing scoundrels, even if he has come to the final battle and defeated the two masters of Hua Yanye and Xu Lingyun, others still do not recognize his strength.

The people who looked up at him thought that he might have something to keep at the bottom of the box, and those who looked down on him even thought that he could get to this step of the duel with Xiao Jianming, purely by his own tricks and luck...... And, of course, add money!

In addition, whether they looked down on him or underestimated him, they all felt that he really had no chance of winning against Xiao Jianming.

After all, Xiao Jianming has been famous in Qingyun Sect for nearly ten years, and he has always been the strongest disciple, even Xu Lingyun, who is also extremely talented, it is difficult to take away half of his light, let alone Fang Xing.

"Little ghost, I rarely hate a person as much as I hate you......"

Xiao Jianming sat cross-legged on the back of the iron eagle, holding the iron sword in both arms, his eyes were shining, and he said in a deep voice.

Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "That's because you can't do anything about me, right?"

Xiao Jianming was slightly stunned, and after a while, he nodded slowly, and said: "Yes, it's true, in the Qingyun Sect, no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me like you, and there has never been someone who has offended me, and can still live as carefree as you, so I hate you very much, I don't want to kill you all the time, I am finally lucky, today I finally waited for this moment......"

As he spoke, the murderous aura on Xiao Jianming's body had already risen.

Fang Xing was not afraid at all, looked up at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I still have one more thing to say!"

A sneer rose at the corner of Xiao Jianming's mouth, and he said lightly: "Say it, maybe this is your last chance......

Fang Xing smiled and said very seriously: "Xiao Jianming, **your uncle!"

Xiao Jianming was stunned, a chill flashed on his face, and with a "choking" sound, the iron sword was unsheathed by half an inch.

Fang Xing suddenly jumped back, crossed his hands on his hips, and shouted: "You have the ability to kill me, you kill me......"

"Little ghost, when you die, you're still poor!"

Xiao Jianming's anger rose suddenly, and with a choked sound, the iron sword came out of its sheath, and suddenly turned into a black rainbow and stabbed towards Fang Xing.

When facing Fang Xing, he had always felt that his patience was very insufficient.

"Qingyun Sword Resists Frost ......"

The voice was cold, and the sword was like frost. The black light burst out, the sword light brought up layers of frost, and with a sword stabbing out, it had already blocked all the space within a radius of thirty zhang, where the frost was, any movement slowed down, but his sword momentum was not affected, it seemed to be slow and urgent in the air, and it seemed that it was still stabbing out slowly, and it had actually pointed to the center of Fang Xing's eyebrows.

Fang Xing's face also suddenly froze, with a "swish", the five fingers bluffed, the green dragon blue flame knife appeared in his hand, and then leaned over and waved the knife, in an instant, the knife qi exploded, the green dragon evil qi was like a real green dragon, hissing and hovering around him, the dragon body was surrounded by a golden flame, scorching and abnormally hot, and instantly tore all the frost effects.

"When ......"

The swords collided, and the sound of Jin Ming was endless, and the darkness spread out.

Xiao Jianming's face changed, and the iron sword flickered, winding around like silk for three weeks before he dissolved the huge force from the Fang Xing knife.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, retreated three or four steps in a row for a moment before he stopped and steady, his expression a little solemn.

"Little ghost, if I really underestimate you, it's clear that it's just seven times smart, and the power of one blow is so strong......"

Xiao Jianming said coldly, the power of Fang Xing's sword shocked him a little.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "If it's not like this, how dare I fight you?"

Xiao Jianming's face showed a hint of ridicule: "I have cultivated the Qingyun Nine Sword Technique for nearly ten years, do you really think that I am at this level?"

With a sneer, the iron sword stabbed out again.

"A sword breaks the dawn of the dawn ......"

The sword aura is like a rainbow, like the rising sun, blooming with endless light.

In an instant, a sun seemed to appear in Xiao Jianming's hand, emerging from the darkness, radiating endless light.

At this moment, the iron sword in his palm was like a thousand shadows, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and it stabbed down on Fang Xing overwhelmingly.

Of these sword shadows, only one is naturally real.

It's just that even if it's a void light, it also has a very powerful sword qi, with the ability to hurt the enemy, overwhelming, it's hard to distinguish between fiction and reality, if you only care about finding that real sword light, you will be surrounded by sword qi, and you will be seriously injured, and if you only care about resisting sword qi, but you are attacked by that real sword light, then you will definitely eat such a sword, and your life will not be guaranteed.

"Little ghost, I see how you can resist this sword......"

Xiao Jianming had a sneer on his face, and he smashed the iron eagle under his feet and pressed towards Fang Xing.

Each sword of the Qingyun Nine Swords has a different power, and it is by no means idle.

And he, who had worked the Qingyun Nine Sword Technique, didn't think that Fang Xing would be able to resist this sword.

Cultivation does not mean one qiē, just like two ordinary people, those who have practiced martial arts will definitely be stronger than ordinary people.

There is also a world of difference in strength between those who have cultivated the Battle Mystery and those who have not cultivated the Battle Mystery Technique.

And when Fang Xing saw this sword, his face also changed.

Countless thoughts were instantly calculated in his mind, and in the end, his heart was horizontal, not only did he not retreat, but he pounced towards the sword light.

He just wielded the broadsword in his hand, and there was no way to resist it.

However, just as he was about to pounce into the sword light, he suddenly shouted: "Burst Flame Purple Thunder Fu ......"

Xiao Jianming was taken aback, and in an instant, he withdrew his sword and retreated, and the iron eagle instantly swept out three or four zhang, and the sword was defended in front of his chest.

He was not a brainless person, he had thought about Fang Xing's possible way to deal with himself before, and he had seen Fang Xing use various talismans and magic weapons to smash Hua Yanye into a serious injury, and he knew that this little ghost had a lot of eccentric things on him, and among these things, it was undoubtedly the Burst Flame Purple Thunder Talisman given to him by the Fuyao Palace that was the most powerful, even if he didn't dare to attack it directly.

He didn't want to die with Fang Xing, no matter what, he had to save his life first.

It's just that this retreat, but he found that Fang Xing's hand was empty, how could there be any explosive purple thunder talisman, after scaring himself away, he also immediately retreated to the same place, he didn't mean to rush up at all, but instead covered his stomach and laughed, pointed at Xiao Jianming and said: "Haha, the master lied to you, see you scared like a rabbit, don't you be ashamed......

Xiao Jianming suddenly became angry, and shouted: "Little ghost, you are looking for death!"

The sword light rose again, and the cold lightning generally struck Fang Xing.

He was really angry, and his sword seemed to be a little stronger than usual.

"I'm really afraid of you!"

Fang Xing's smile also retracted, and the murderous aura overflowed on his face, as if he wanted to fight hard.

Seeing that Xiao Jianming had rushed to the front, he suddenly hid his hand behind his back, and shouted again: "Burst Flame Purple Thunder Fu ......"

Xiao Jianming was shocked, and said secretly: "This time it's true!"

The foot on Tie Ying's back hurriedly exerted a slight force, and Tie Ying immediately turned around and flew away, and escaped three or four feet.

"Haha, you, the master still lied to you, look at your scared bear-like ......"

Fang Xing laughed and stretched out his empty hand to shake it towards Xiao Jianming.

"Little bastard, I slaughtered you!"

Xiao Jianming's eyes were red, and he drank fiercely, and a "whoosh" sword stabbed towards Fang Xing.

With this sword, he had used all his strength to directly forget all his uncle's words.

What the fuck left him alive, to hell with it!

Letting this imp die is more important than anything else!

I have to say that making the opponent unable to sink is also a kind of talent of Fang Xing!R1152