The saber in Mu Yong-Young's hand was indeed a good one. It was a high-grade magic weapon.
A hundred mid-grade Spirit Stones was equivalent to ten thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, which was a hundred times more valuable than the Golden Flame Nine Serpent Sword. It was no wonder that he could almost destroy the Golden Flame Nine Serpent Sword with one slash. This kind of magic tool was practically extinct in the mortal world, and only cultivators possessed it. People without cultivation couldn't use this kind of high grade magic tool at all, and they couldn't even lift it up.
After avoiding the first slash, Fang Xing's eyes lit up. He directly grabbed the hilt of the Golden Flame Nine Serpent Sword that was about to break and rushed toward Mu Yong-Young. He had learned martial arts in the Ghost Smoke Valley, and in the past three years, he had fought many monsters in close combat. Therefore, he was better at close combat like ordinary people compared to spells. In addition, Mu Yong-Young used a big saber. The bigger the saber, the more powerful it was.
Therefore, Fang Xing directly chose to fight in close combat. He first tried to find a way to get close and then wait for an opportunity to win.
His speed was extremely fast. Taking advantage of Mu Rong Ying's missed attack, he suddenly got close to her, and the Nine Snake Golden Flame Sword went straight for Mu Rong Ying's throat. It was a sinister and ruthless move. Unexpectedly, although Mu Rong Ying did not have time to withdraw her saber, she kept roaring and crazily poured her spiritual qi into the Green Dragon Green Flame Saber. A dragon roar came from the saber, and a dragon shadow with its teeth and claws pounced toward his face.
Fang Xing was shocked. He hurriedly used the Qi Plunder Technique and retreated like a wild goose.
Taking a closer look, Mu Yong-young was holding the Azure Dragon Green Flame Saber, surrounded by a dragon shadow as thick as a human arm. Its body was black, like black smoke. It was impressively the same nature as the evil aura accumulated in the Makshin Valley. No one knew who had forged such a divine weapon, but a large amount of evil aura was sealed in the saber. During battle, it could be used to injure the enemy.
With Mu Yong-Young's cultivation, he was still unable to materialize it to attack his enemies. However, Mu Yong-Young's Baleful Qi was able to affect the thoughts of his enemies. Once someone came into contact with Mu Yong-Young's Baleful Qi, they would feel fear, tremble, and their thoughts would become chaotic. Thus, it would be easy for him to seize the opportunity to kill them. In other words, with this Baleful Qi protecting his body, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone getting close to him.
"This saber is too good. I must have it!"
Fang Xing couldn't help but drool. Looking at the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword in his hand, it really looked like a piece of junk.
"Little dog, didn't you want my Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber? Come and get it! "
Mu Yong-Young grinned and swung his saber again. A strong wind whistled, and the Baleful Weapon rushed over with this saber. Its power was extremely terrifying.
"Haha, good. I must have this saber!"
Fang Xing laughed. With a flick of his wrist, he shattered the Nine Serpent Golden Flame Sword and turned it into a golden light that shot towards Mu Yong-Young.
Mu Yong-Young shouted. The Azure Dragon Jadeflame Saber swept across, sweeping the fragments that filled the sky. He was about to attack and slash at Fang Xing, but he didn't expect Fang Xing to turn around and escape. Mu Yong-Young was stunned. He laughed and put away his saber. He shouted, "You're smart!"
"That little demon actually escaped?"
The disciples inside and outside the valley looked at each other in disbelief.
After exchanging a few moves in an upright manner, he actually escaped. This was too unbelievable …
"Hmph, dog meat can't be served. It seems that he could only defeat Senior Brother Shen Hujun because he was caught off guard and got lucky!"
"Right, right. In the end, he's still trash and can't even enter the banquet. As soon as he encountered Senior Brother Mu Rong who was prepared, he gave himself away. Even his flying sword was shattered by Senior Brother Mu Rong's blade. How can he fight empty-handed?
Everyone's expression was cold and elegant as they commented on Fang Xing. Suddenly, a weak voice sounded, "No matter what, it is true that he defeated Senior Brother Shen Hujun, right? And it is also true that he beat up a bunch of us, right? "
Everyone was enraged and glared at the dumb bastard!
At this time, everyone could only talk to satisfy their craving. Why did you have to expose your own shortcomings?
That person was so scared that he didn't dare to speak anymore. He turned around and continued to mock.
"Look, he was so scared that he ran around like a rabbit. Isn't it embarrassing?"
"That's right. He already stopped chasing, but he is still running. He is really as timid as a mouse. What a disgrace!"
…
"At least you know what's good for you!"
Mu Yong-Young saw that Fang Xing was scared away. He placed the Azure Dragon Green Flame Saber on the ground. He glanced coldly at the disciples and prepared to return to the mansion.
"Mu Yong-Young, you son of a bitch. You don't want to pay back the bet. You want to use this saber to act arrogant in front of me?"
Suddenly, Fang Xing's voice sounded again. He didn't run far. Instead, he scurried to a slope in the Makshin Valley. He stood on the slope with his hands on his waist and scolded, "This saber is also my saber. How dare you use my saber to act arrogantly in the Makshin Valley. Why don't you go die? Even the beggars on the street know that if they bet, they must be willing to accept defeat. Why don't you have any sense of honor?"
Mu Yong-Young's anger rose. He pointed the saber at Fang Xing and shouted, "Little dog, I will kill you today!"
With that said, he shouted and rushed toward the slope with the saber behind him, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
Unexpectedly, when he reached the bottom of the slope, the sky above him darkened. When he looked up, he was scared out of his wits.
Fang Xing actually lifted a millstone-sized stone and smashed it at him. That large stone weighed at least a few thousand jin. Even if he was a spirit formation sixth layer cultivator, if he was smashed by it, even if he didn't die, he would be injured!
"Why does this little dog have such great strength?"
This question flashed through Mu Yong-Young's mind. Without thinking too much, he swung his saber upwards.
"Peng … …"
The millstone-sized stone was split into two. Looking at the blade, there was no damage at all.
"Senior brother Mu Rong is really a godly person … …"
Countless disciples were shocked by the scene of Mu Yong-Young splitting the stone. They were dazzled and cheered in unison.
"As expected of senior brother Mu Rong. The strength of this saber is no less than five thousand jin … …"
"That little dog has already lost, but he still doesn't let it go and insulted senior brother Mu Rong. This time, he will definitely be in big trouble … …"
"Hmph, look, he still doesn't want to admit defeat. He lifted another … … fuck, why is it so big?"
The disciples who were praising Mu Yong-Young were suddenly speechless as they stared blankly at Fang Xing.
That Fang Xing actually lifted up a boulder that was twice the size of the bluestones from before, and heavily smashed it down.
Mu Yong-Young just split the first stone with his saber and felt a little numb in his arm. At this time, how could he dare to split this one again? In an instant, he withdrew and retreated. "Peng!" With a loud bang, the big stone that was like a hill smashed on the ground in front of him. It directly smashed a hole in the ground, sinking a third deep into the ground. The strong wind that was stirred up was almost as sharp as a knife.
Mu Rong Ying's expression changed drastically. He had already guessed the reason why Fang Xing had lured him to the bottom of the hill. This hill was used by the True Forging Valley to test the endurance of magical tools. There were many large and small green stones placed on it, and there were at least a few hundred of them. This little brat was so young, but he had such monstrous strength. If he were to let him hit him, he would be flattened into a meat patty sooner or later …
With this thought in mind, his figure was about to sweep into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Fang Xing roared. He shook his arms and lifted a stone of about three thousand kilograms with each hand. At the same time, he smashed it at Mu Yong-Young.
Mu Yong-Young only felt a strong wind behind him. He hurriedly chopped back with his saber and smashed one of the stones. Then, he exerted his Gravitation Technique to force the other stone to fall to the ground two feet away from him.
"Good …"
"Senior Brother Mu Rong's Capturing Dragon and Controlling Crane Technique is really wonderful. He can control a three thousand kilograms boulder as if he is controlling a mud ball …"
"Haha, away from the hillside, this little devil can't use his tricks!"
"…"
Amidst the loud cheers of the crowd, Mu Yong-Young's face changed greatly and his arms trembled.
It was not easy for him to block these two stones. He had exhausted all his strength.
However, at this time, something even more terrifying happened. Fang Xing quickly kicked three times. Suddenly, three stones flew straight at Mu Yong-Young. Although they were smaller than the previous stones, their speed was amazing. They arrived in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Fang Xing suddenly jumped up and used his Gravitation Technique to sweep through the air.
"Little dog, you're bullying me!"
Mu Yong-Young's eyes were about to pop out of his head. He used all his remaining strength to wave his saber twice. The saber Qi swept out horizontally and vertically, reaching three feet. Immediately, two of the stones were cut into two pieces. This was already his extraordinary performance in his grief and indignation. However, the third stone was missed. Like a falling meteor, it smashed directly at his chest. Mu Yong-Young had to concentrate his strength on his arms, raise his saber horizontally, and block it in front of his chest.
"Bang …"
The stone hit the saber. Although it did not directly hit Mu Yong-Young, it shook his body and made his Qi and blood unstable.
However, at this time, Fang Xing had already caught up with the stone and kicked it heavily. Mu Yong-Young, who was already an arrow at the end of its flight, was hit again. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward. However, Fang Xing used the Qi Plunder Technique. He stepped into the void and lifted his body again. Like a flying goose, he directly came to the top of Mu Yong-Young's head and stomped down.
"Bang!"
Mu Yong-Young could not hold on and was trampled down. With a clang, the saber fell from his hand and fell to the ground beside him.
Fang Xing opened his five fingers and the saber flew into his hand. Under the moonlight, he looked at it and suddenly laughed.
"Haha, good saber …"
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