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Fang Zhengzhi was rarely so passionate about a battle that he had no chance of winning. Part of the reason was because it felt good to be able to win.
More importantly, it was because his opponent was Nangong Hao.
Many people did not understand this feeling. However, it was easy to understand. For example, if you bullied a nameless hooligan on the streets and won, would you feel any sense of achievement?
Of course there would, but not much.
But what if this person was a famous hero in people's hearts? For example, Dongfang Zhengzhi would definitely lose, Ximen Buchui Xue, etc...
Nangong Hao, a man who had risen to fame four years ago. He was recognized as the most talented person in the Great Xia Dynasty. He was an entire level higher than Fang Zhengzhi.
Yet, he was locked in a stalemate with Fang Zhengzhi in front of tens of thousands of soldiers?
It was impossible for Fang Zhengzhi to say that he did not want to slash a few more times.
However...
Just as he was in the middle of his frenzy, he felt a wave of cold air press down on him.
"Sneak attack?!" Fang Zhengzhi looked up instinctively. After all, to a professional sneak attack, this was a subconscious thought.
However, he did not discover anything.
If he really had to describe it, he would say that he saw a ray of sunlight. The sunlight that shone down from the sky was somewhat bright and slightly dazzling.
Then, he felt an extremely sharp pain in his chest.
It was like a needle, but also like a sword.
In fact, what Fang Zhengzhi did not know was that when he looked up, a ray of silver light had already reached his chest.
Bai Xing's sword did not allow anyone to feel the chill.
In other words, when you felt the chill, everything was already over, because the sword had already pierced out. As for the chill …
It was an oppressive feeling that came only after the sword was thrust out.
Fang Zhengzhi sensed the sneak attack, but he couldn't avoid it. It was too fast, so fast that he couldn't even react in time.
...
The cold killing intent rose at this moment and spread out in all directions. The dust-filled area suddenly seemed to have solidified. The specks of dust instantly stopped moving. It seemed a little strange.
However, if one looked closely, they would see that every speck of dust was covered in frost. It was no longer dust, it was frost.
On the cliff of Feng Su, Yun Qingwu stared silently at the dust that had suddenly turned white. Her pink lips parted slightly, her slender fingers clenched tightly, as though she was trying to say something.
However, even the man in black who was closest to her could not hear anything.
Of course, this had to do with the fact that Yun Qingwu's voice was too soft. More importantly, it was because they were all staring at the area that had turned white.
From the solidification to the frost falling to the ground.
The entire process did not take too long. However, to Yun Qingwu, it was a long and slow wait.
In reality, she had been waiting ever since Bai Xing disappeared.
She had been waiting for the sword to strike.
Now...
The sword had landed between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi. More accurately, it had landed on Fang Zhengzhi's chest. Everything was as she had guessed.
Then, does this mean that everything is over?
The frost fell to the ground like raindrops, making a series of light "pa pa pa" sounds. It was so light that it was almost inaudible.
Compared to the sound of the frost falling to the ground, the candidates' breathing was much louder.
Of course, they did not see the ray of light descending from the sky. However, when it landed between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, it was impossible for them not to see it.
The coldness enveloped the entire area. At the same time, it enveloped the hearts of the candidates.
They did not know where the light had come from, nor did they know why the light had come. However, they faintly knew that it was not a good thing for such a light to descend in the Southern Territory, which was filled with danger.
"Fang Zhengzhi!"
A voice rang out from within the crowd. It was cold, but its tone was anxious.
Yan Xiu was completely different from the others. When he saw the ray of light, his only thought was, what happened to Fang Zhengzhi?
...
Fang Zhengzhi did not know what Yan Xiu was thinking. If he did, he would have told him that Fang Zhengzhi was not doing well.
In fact, Fang Zhengzhi had a philosophy that was different from everyone else in this world.
That was, if he could avoid getting hurt, he would try not to get hurt. If he could avoid fighting, he would try not to fight. Therefore, when these two things failed at the same time, you could ask him, "Is it okay?" What do you think? "
There was no need for an answer.
Fang Zhengzhi had seen Bai Xing before. As such, when a figure with a red demonic eye appeared in front of him, the only thing he could do was...
"Bai Xing, f * ck you!"
Fang Zhengzhi rarely used such vulgar words. Under normal circumstances, he would choose a more elegant way of saying things like "son of a b * tch" or "son of a b * tch".
But this time, he really felt that the only thing he could say to express his feelings was this most vulgar and most insulting sentence.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bright red blood sprayed into the air like a mist, then slowly fell on the snow-white ground, forming a few bright red 'flowers' on the ground.
Bai Xing felt the same way as Fang Zhengzhi. He also wanted to curse. Of course, there was something wrong with this statement. To be more accurate, Bai Xing was a demon.
To humans, demons were evil, an alien species.
However, to demons, they were noble. They were the natural rulers of the world.
As such, the noble demons rarely cursed. At least, they would not curse under normal circumstances. At most, they would kill.
However, Bai Xing really wanted to curse.
It was not only because Fang Zhengzhi had insulted his mother, but also because he had clearly stabbed Fang Zhengzhi with his sword. However, Fang Zhengzhi did not seem to be dead!
Of course, Bai Xing's sword did not miss.
This attack was more difficult than he expected. For example, when his sword was about to stab Fang Zhengzhi's chest, Fang Zhengzhi's sword suddenly appeared in front of his sword.
For example, there was also a crystal clear sword that pierced through the side of his sword, causing him to have the illusion that the sword did not belong to him for a moment.
However, none of this was a problem for Bai Xing.
He managed to stab Fang Zhengzhi in the end.
He deflected Fang Zhengzhi's sword in front of him, and forcefully pushed Nangong Hao's sword forward from the side. The tip of the sword did not deviate at all.
However, just as his sword was about to reach Fang Zhengzhi's chest...
However, he felt a kind of hardness, a hardness that did not belong to the human body. It was a kind of metal, a metal so hard that it could block his sword.
However, Fang Zhengzhi was only wearing a leopard print robe.
Where did this metal come from?
Unless Fang Zhengzhi had a soft armor on him, something that could protect his life...
Of course...
No matter what the reason was, it was a fact that Bai Xing did not kill Fang Zhengzhi. Furthermore, he had to admit that this was a fact.
Nangong Hao looked at Bai Xing. He did not look at Bai Xing's face or the sword in his hand. He only looked at the red demonic eye on Bai Xing's forehead.
As such, he attacked again.
Without hesitation.
What was different from how he dealt with Fang Zhengzhi was that his sword was no longer soundless. Instead, it was accompanied by a deep and thunderous sword hum.
This was the roar of a dragon. It was the roar of a dragon that had been suppressed for a long time.
The surrounding frost seemed to be summoned at this moment and gathered towards the Wuwei Sword in Nangong Hao's hand at an unbelievable speed.
In the end, it turned into a chill. A chilling chill.
"Hum!"
...
Bai Xing had always known that Nangong Hao was strong, but when he saw this sword, his eyes were filled with shock.
That was because he could sense that even he would have to use his full strength to block Nangong Hao's attack.
"Boom!"
Bai Xing retreated 10 steps before stabilizing himself. He looked at Nangong Hao, then at Fang Zhengzhi.
He had always thought that his sword was fast.
However, today, he found out that there was someone below the Rebirth State who was as fast as him. That person was Nangong Hao.
If not for Nangong Hao's attack, Bai Xing was confident that he would have pierced through Nangong Hao's armor.
Of course, this was all in the past.
Bai Xing thought that he could not fail, but it was blocked by Fang Zhengzhi's sword, stabbed by Nangong Hao's sword, and protected by Fang Zhengzhi's armor.
It had to be said...
This was a huge blow to Bai Xing.
Especially under the stares of Yun Qingwu, the three Deputy Domain Chiefs of the 10 Domains of the Demon Race and dozens of elites of the Star Domains, this was no longer something that could be described with the word 'face'.
As such, to make up for this loss...
Bai Xing decided to kill Fang Zhengzhi and Nangong Hao as well.
...
Nangong Hao's sword was pointed at Bai Xing. However, he did not look at Bai Xing. Instead, he looked at Fang Zhengzhi.
When Bai Xing appeared, Nangong Hao knew that the combat examinations had been temporarily halted. Furthermore, if he guessed correctly, the war in the Southern Mountain Range had already begun.
As such, he could no longer point his sword at Fang Zhengzhi.
"You go first!" Nangong Hao's voice was not loud, but his tone was firm. However, when he saw Fang Zhengzhi's torn leather shirt and the silver metallic luster, he was slightly taken aback.
He knew how powerful Bai Xing's attack was. He also knew that even though his sword had collided with Bai De's sword, it had only dissipated a little of the force.
As for accuracy...
It had not changed at all.
From this, it could be seen that what blocked Bai Xing's attack was the silver metallic glow from Fang Zhengzhi's chest. That mirror-like glow was the only thing that had blocked Bai Xing's attack.
"She really... gave that thing to him..."
...
Fang Zhengzhi wanted to leave, but he knew that he could not. Bai Xing's sword had been pointed at him the entire time. That was a sword that had almost taken his life.
After scolding Bai Xing, he felt a sense of satisfaction.
The pressure he felt after being ambushed had lessened a little, but it was almost impossible for the anger in his heart to dissipate just like that.
If not for the fact that the Traceless Sword's consciousness forced his hand to bend, if not for Nangong Hao neutralizing the power of Bai Xing's sword at the crucial moment, if not for the Heart Protection Mirror that Chi Guyan gave him, if not for the fact that Bai Xing's sword was not aimed at his heart...
He was already dead.
At the very least, he would not be able to force himself to remain standing.
Fang Zhengzhi rarely fought battles that he was not confident of winning. For example, he knew that Bai Xing was in the Rebirth State.
However, for some unknown reason, when he spat out a mouthful of blood, there was a fiery rage burning in his heart.
That rage seemed to come from his hand.
Or rather, it came from the Traceless Sword in his hand.
However, what he did not notice was that the blood that he had spat out was slowly being condensed by the Traceless Sword and flowing into the purple mark at the tip of the sword.
The devilish purple began to spread across the Traceless Sword.
This feeling made Fang Zhengzhi a little uncomfortable. However, a faint purple glow began to appear in his eyes, and the radiance began to circulate.
Just at this moment...
A ray of red light appeared in front of him. It was a blood-like light, but it was different from the coldness of the silver light.
This coldness came from the depths of hell. Furthermore, it smelled like fresh blood.
Fang Zhengzhi instinctively turned his head.
Thus, he saw a shadow, a shadow that was almost entirely wrapped in bright red light. Apart from that, he also saw a pair of glowing red eyes.
"Yan Xiu?!" Fang Zhengzhi had seen Yan Xiu use the Dao of Asura before. However, he had never seen Yan Xiu use it like this.
This was not because of how different Yan Xiu looked.
It was because of his aura.
This was an aura that came from within. It did not feel like Yan Xiu was using the Dao of Asura. Rather, it felt like the Dao of Asura was controlling Yan Xiu. In other words, Yan Xiu was the Dao of Asura!
"Die!" A cold voice came from Yan Xiu's mouth. At this moment, his eyes became almost crimson red. The Mountain and River, Heaven and Earth Fan in his hand was wrapped in a layer of crystal-like bright red.
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