The disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect, who had already dispersed, gathered in front of the Thousand Rock once again. Even though they didn't know that the sect had already suffered a great change in a short period of half a day, they still sensed that something was off, and they were still perturbed in their hearts. When they suddenly saw Fang Xing and Xiao Jianming actually intended to continue the battle to decide the victor, no matter if they were interested or not, all of them rushed over here because they wanted to see exactly what was going on.
"I thought that the brat was afraid and deliberately ran away, but he actually wants to continue?"
"What exactly happened just now? Does it have something to do with this brat? "
"Eh, does this brat want to die? I remember that he also has a mount, but this time he wants to fight the enemy alone? "
In the midst of the discussion, some people were happy, while others were worried.
"Why must he fight with Senior Brother Xiao? Is he not afraid …"
Under the Thousand Rock, Qin Xing 'er's eyes were misty with tears.
Liu Heihu tried to persuade her, "He must have made his own decision, so he might not necessarily lose!"
In a place further away, those who had a grudge against Fang Xing, such as Feng Qingwei, Mu Yong-young, Meng Xuanzhao, and Ye Tianlong, had unconcealable excitement on their faces as they looked at the stage without blinking.
"It's a pity that I can't kill this brat with my own hands. However, being able to see Senior Brother Xiao kill him will also relieve some of my sullenness!"
"It's a pity that this brat is actually not bad, but he's seeking his own death and is destined to never grow up!"
On the viewing platform, Elder Qing Niao's expression was also cold as she said, "I hope that Jianming will not be as merciful as Lingyun!"
Xiao Shan He knew that she still hated Fang Xing for scolding her in public, so he laughed and said, "Let's see Jianming take revenge for Junior Sister!"
Regardless of whether they were acquaintances or strangers, elders or ordinary disciples, not many people had confidence in Fang Xing's strength.
Ever since returning to the sect, Fang Xing's performance had always been very strong, far exceeding his own cultivation. However, his performance in this martial arts exhibition was too disappointing. He either used money to smash people or acted shamelessly. Even if he had reached the final battle and defeated the two great experts, Hua Qingye and Xu Lingyun, others still did not recognize his strength.
Those who looked highly upon him thought that he might have some trump cards up his sleeves, and those who looked down upon him even thought that he had relied purely on his own craftiness and luck to arrive at this stage of the duel with Xiao Jianming … Of course, money was also included!
In addition, regardless of whether it was those who looked up to him or those who looked down on him, they all felt that he had no chance of winning against Xiao Jianming.
After all, Xiao Jianming had been famous in the Blue Cloud Sect for close to ten years and had always been the strongest disciple. Even Xu Lingyun, who was equally talented, could not take away any of his glory, let alone Fang Xing.
"Little brat, I rarely hate someone as much as I hate you …"
Xiao Jianming sat cross-legged on the back of the iron eagle with both his arms hugging the iron sword. His eyes shone brightly as he spoke in a deep voice.
Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "That's because you can't do anything to me, right?"
Xiao Jianming was slightly startled. After a while, he slowly nodded and said, "That's right, that's true. Within the Blue Cloud Sect, no one has ever dared to be as disrespectful to me as you are. There's also no one who can live as carefree as you after offending me. That's why I hate you. I've always wanted to kill you. I'm lucky that I've been waiting for this moment …"
As he spoke, the murderous aura on Xiao Jianming's body rose.
Fang Xing was not afraid at all. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Jianming. He smiled and said, "I still have something to say!"
The corner of Xiao Jianming's mouth rose into a cold smile. He said lightly, "Say it. Perhaps this is your last chance …"
Fang Xing smiled and said very seriously, "Xiao Jianming, I'll f * ck you!"
Xiao Jianming was startled. A cold expression flashed across his face. With a "clang" sound, the iron sword was unsheathed by half an inch.
Fang Xing suddenly jumped back. He put his hands on his waist and shouted, "Kill me if you can, kill me …"
"Little devil, you're about to die, and you're still talking nonsense!"
Xiao Jianming's anger rose all of a sudden. With a "clang" sound, the iron sword was unsheathed. It suddenly turned into a black rainbow and stabbed towards Fang Xing.
When facing Fang Xing, he always felt that his patience was very limited.
"Clear Sky Sword Resists Frost …"
His voice was cold and fierce, and his sword was like frost. A black light burst out, and the sword light brought along layers of frost. With one stab, it had already sealed off all the space within a radius of three hundred feet. Wherever the frost was, any movement would be slowed down. Only his sword was not affected. It seemed slow in the air, but it was actually very fast. It looked like it was still slowly stabbing out, but in reality, it had already reached a foot away from the center of Fang Xing's eyebrows.
Fang Xing's expression suddenly turned cold. With a "shua" sound, he spread out his five fingers, and the Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber appeared in his hand. Then, he tilted his body and brandished the saber. In an instant, the saber Qi exploded. The Azure Dragon Evil Qi was like a real Azure Dragon. It roared and circled around his body. The dragon's body was surrounded by a golden flame. It was abnormally hot, and in an instant, it tore apart all the frost.
"Clang …"
The saber and the sword collided. The sound of metal rang out incessantly, and faintly spread out.
Xiao Jianming's expression changed. The iron sword swayed, and like winding silk, it twisted three times. Only then did it dissolve the huge force coming from Fang Xing's saber.
As for Fang Xing, he retreated three to four steps in an instant before stabilizing himself. His expression was somewhat dignified.
"Little brat, I really underestimated you. You're obviously only at the seventh spirit formation layer, but your attack is already so strong … …"
Xiao Jianming said coldly. The strength of Fang Xing's saber had shocked him.
Fang Xing chuckled instead and said, "If it wasn't for that, how could I dare to spar with you?"
Xiao Jianming's face revealed a touch of ridicule, "I have been practicing the Azure Cloud Nine Swords Art for nearly ten years. You really think that's all I have?"
In the midst of his sneer, the iron sword once again pierced forward.
"Azure Cloud Sword Light … …"
The sword qi was like a rainbow. Like the rising sun, it released endless rays of light.
In a split second, a sun appeared in Xiao Jianming's hand, appearing from the darkness, emitting endless rays of light.
At this moment, the iron sword in his hand seemed to transform into thousands of shadows. It was hard to distinguish which was real and which was fake. It covered the sky and earth as it pierced towards Fang Xing.
Among these sword shadows, naturally, only one was real.
However, even if it was a virtual light, it still contained a considerable amount of sword qi. It had the ability to injure the enemy. It covered the sky and earth, making it hard to distinguish which was real and which was fake. If one only cared about looking for the real sword qi, he would be surrounded by the sword qi and suffer heavy injuries. If one only cared about blocking the sword qi and the real sword qi arrived in front of him, he would definitely suffer from the sword qi and his life would be in danger.
"Little brat, let me see how you're going to block this sword … …"
Xiao Jianming's face revealed a cold smile. Urging the iron eagle below him, he advanced towards Fang Xing.
Every sword of the Azure Cloud Nine Swords Art had different powers.
He, who had put in a lot of effort on the Azure Cloud Nine Swords Art, did not think that Fang Xing would be able to block this sword.
Cultivation did not represent everything. Just like two ordinary people, those who practiced martial arts would definitely be stronger than ordinary people.
There was a world of difference in strength between those who had cultivated battle profound arts and those who had not.
And when Fang Xing saw this sword, his expression changed.
He instantly calculated countless ideas in his mind. Finally, he made up his mind. Not only did he not retreat, he pounced towards the sword light.
He was only casually waving his broadsword without any technique. It seemed that he would not be able to block this sword.
However, just as he was about to pounce into the sword light, he suddenly shouted: "Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman … …"
Xiao Jianming was shocked. In an instant, he withdrew his sword and retreated. The iron eagle instantly flew three to four feet away, the sword in front of his chest in defense.
He was not a brainless person. Previously, he had thought of the possible ways that Fang Xing could deal with him. Moreover, he had seen how Fang Xing had used various talismans and magic tools to severely injure Hua Qianye. He knew that this little brat had many weird things on him. Among these things, the Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman that was bestowed to him by Fu Yao Palace was undoubtedly the most powerful. Even he did not dare to face it head-on.
He did not want to perish together with Fang Xing. No matter what, he had to save his life first.
However, when he retreated, he suddenly realized that Fang Xing's hands were empty. There was no Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman. After scaring him away, he immediately retreated to his original spot. He did not have any intention of charging forward. Instead, he held his stomach and laughed loudly. He pointed at Xiao Jianming and said: "Haha, this young master was just tricking you. Look at how scared you are like a rabbit. Don't you feel ashamed … …"
Xiao Jianming was immediately seething with anger. He shouted: "Little brat, you are courting death!"
The sword light rose again and attacked Fang Xing like a cold lightning.
He was really angry. His sword aura seemed to be even stronger than usual.
"You really think this young master is afraid of you!"
Fang Xing's smile also disappeared. Murderous intent overflowed from his face. It seemed like he was going to risk his life.
Seeing that Xiao Jianming was already in front of him, he suddenly hid his hands behind his back. He shouted again: "Explosive Flame Purple Thunder Talisman … …"
Xiao Jianming was shocked. He thought to himself: "This time, it's real!"
The foot that was stepping on the iron eagle's back hurriedly exerted a little force. The iron eagle immediately turned around and flew away.
"Haha, you tough guy. This young master is still tricking you. Look at how scared you are … …"
Fang Xing laughed loudly. He stretched out his empty hand and waved it at Xiao Jianming.
"Little bastard, I will kill you!"
Xiao Jianming was so angry that his eyes turned red. He shouted fiercely. "Swoosh!" His sword stabbed toward Fang Xing.
He used all his strength in this sword attack. He directly forgot all his uncle's words.
What the f * ck about sparing his life? To hell with it!
Letting this little brat die is more important than anything else!
It had to be said that making his opponents lose their composure was also one of Fang Xing's innate abilities!
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