Zhu Xiu, who was shocked by the terrifying talent displayed by Young Master Fusu, suddenly lowered his voice, as if Fang Xing's foot had not only stepped on Young Master Fusu to the ground, but also stepped on their chests …
In the blink of an eye, Zhu Xiu, who was watching the battle, saw Fusu's great power, making a breakthrough in the midst of the battle, and performing the Twenty-seven Swords. It was as if he had transformed into 27 Fusu, and the Little Devil was sent flying far away. The next second, he saw Fang Xing rushing into the torrential rain of swords like a meteor. Almost in an instant, he passed through the endless rain of swords and rushed to the front of Fusu. Then, he rushed into the air, turned around like a lotus, and stomped on Young Master Fusu …
Then, Young Master Fusu, who had just displayed his amazing power, was already under his foot!
This stomp was so heavy that even Young Master Fusu's Dharma Form was stomped back into his body, along with his physical body.
Seeing this, even Old Immortal Yuan, Yuan Lingxiao, and the others directly stood up in shock, their faces full of disbelief!
As for Prince Fu Su, when Fang Xing humiliatingly stepped on his chest and used his sword to slap his face, Prince Fu Su became even more enraged. Before he could roar, he vomited a mouthful of blood with a 'pfff' sound ….
However, Fang Xing felt extremely complacent and even a little funny.
Perhaps Fusu did not expect that Fang Xing's Great Tao could coincidentally restrain his Celestial Skill.
Originally, Fang Xing's Half-step Great Tao was incomplete, but his Three Secrets of Tao could split one sword into three and attack the opponent from different directions. Every time he chopped, he seemed to become three people, and three equally powerful versions of himself chopped at the opponent. However, he did not expect that this kind of encirclement happened to be what Fang Xing was least afraid of. Only when three, nine, or even 27 sword lights appeared at the same time, could he borrow the strength of Fusu to attack Fusu!
This kind of inexorable coincidence really made one not know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it …
"… I … I am an Immortal Infant. How dare you humiliate me?"
At this time, Young Master Fusu seemed to be unwilling to believe this scene. His mouth was full of blood, but he was still shouting with all his might.
As for Fang Xing, the look in his eyes became more and more disdainful. He smiled eerily and said, "I can't be bothered to humiliate you …"
He scratched his head and waved the demonic sword in his hand. It seemed like he was going to chop down, but he hesitated for a moment and kicked out instead.
"… You think you're a big shot, but I'm just using you to kill time …"
Boom!
Young Master Fusu was kicked into the air like a kite with a broken string. Then, he turned around and fiercely slashed with his sword.
However, Young Master Fusu had already found some opportunity. He subconsciously summoned his mana and blocked the sword. However, before the sword light disappeared, Fang Xing had already rushed up to him. He closed in on him and then backhanded his palm on Young Master Fusu's face. The first Immortal Infant in the world since ancient times was slapped heavily and flew dozens of feet away. He then slid on the ground. Meanwhile, Fang Xing's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was. When he reappeared, he was already behind him. With the tip of his foot, he sent Young Master Fusu into the air again and turned around to give him another kick.
… A violent beating!
He actually beat up Young Master Fusu on the third arena in front of Zhu Xiu, who was watching the battle …
The scene in front of them was really too horrifying!
Young Master Fusu was the first Immortal Infant in the world since ancient times. The Yuan family and even the Sages had high hopes for him. Who would have thought that he would be defeated by Fang Xing in his first battle and then beaten up in front of Zhu Xiu?
"How can this be?"
At this moment, on Little Hua Peak, Old Immortal Yuan and the others were all shocked and rushed out quickly.
At this moment, he and Yuan Lingxiao were really scared out of their wits.
The fact that Fusu's life was actually hanging in the hands of the demon was really beyond their expectations!
However, at this moment, they didn't have time to think so much. What they were more worried about was that if the demon really killed Fusu, wouldn't that destroy the hope of the Yuan family? This was a Immortal Seedling, and a Immortal Seedling that they had already noticed. His future was limitless, and if he was given a certain amount of time, he would be able to grow to a height that was unimaginable to others …
How could the Yuan family let such a seed's life hang in the hands of someone else?
Boom!
Old Immortal Yuan and Yuan Lingxiao didn't discuss at all, but with their cultivation, they naturally cooperated well. Old Immortal Yuan took a step forward and arrived in front of the arena. Then, he slammed his huge hand down heavily on the ancient arena. At this moment, the Talisman Formation around the arena had already counterattacked with endless divine light and swept towards him like a tide.
But Old Immortal Yuan didn't move. He raised his hands and received the counterattack of all the Talisman Formations. He shouted in a low voice, "Save him!"
On the other hand, Yuan Lingxiao didn't hesitate in the slightest to fly up, and the grey and hazy violet light in his eyes flickered. Everywhere his gaze passed, numerous strange and strong men in heavy armor suddenly appeared. All of them held spears and halberds, and the weapons in their hands shook off the grey and hazy divine light as they charged swiftly towards the 3rd arena. On the other hand, Yuan Lingxiao was behind this group of strange and strong men, and he strode towards the arena with large strides with the intention of charging into the arena to rescue Chen Xi …
"Don't you have any patience at all?"
The violent movements of the two also startled Fang Xing, who was in the arena. He thought that his plan to stall for time was no longer feasible, and he had to fight for it. So, he turned around and pulled Fusu over. The Demon Sword in his hand was about to cut his neck …
"How dare you …"
Yuan Lingxiao shouted. His body was extremely violent, and he rushed to the side of the arena in an instant.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Old Immortal Yuan blocked the Talisman Formation of the third arena, he wanted to rush into the arena to kill Fang Xing.
His cultivation was high, and he had people like Old Immortal Yuan to create opportunities for him. In a flash, even Elder Huqin and Daphne of the Great Snow Mountain didn't have time to stop him. They could only watch him rush to the front of the arena and was about to step into it …
But at this moment, a soft sigh sounded in the Void far away.
"Seven hundred years have passed, but you're still like this …"
With that sigh, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the world was dark.
In this darkness, there was only one person who was bright and clean. His white skin was dazzling, and he emitted a light that was as bright as the moon!
That person descended from the sky, and although he seemed slow, he blocked in front of Yuan Lingxiao. His white hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked as handsome as an immortal. Facing Yuan Lingxiao, who was rushing towards the arena, and the countless strange warriors in front of him, his expression was cold, and his eyes were even more indifferent. He pointed out a finger that seemed slow but was actually urgent. Then, there was a great change between heaven and earth. Rays of purple divine light appeared out of nowhere, crisscrossing in the air. They were as sharp as the edge of a sword, and all the strange warriors that were rushing towards the arena were crushed into powder …
But the divine light did not disappear. It was still attacking in the air, and was rushing towards Yuan Lingxiao!
"It's you …"
Yuan Lingxiao was shocked by this sudden attack. He waved his large sleeves, and set up layers of defense, but his body could not stop being forced back by the divine light. However, no matter how strong the attack was, no matter how powerful the divine power was, it was not as great as the shock in the bottom of his heart …
"How did you …"
He hurriedly said half of his sentence, but in the end, he suppressed it, and his tone became cold. "… You've finally appeared!"
"It's my turn to appear!"
The white-haired man was very calm. He stood with his hands behind his back, and only his robes fluttered in the wind.
Looking at this man, Yuan Lingxiao was momentarily speechless. Only his eyes became extremely cold, and they were filled with murderous intent.
Old Immortal Yuan, who was in the air, was also shocked at this moment. He slowly retracted his hands, and his eyes, which were originally filled with anger, became extremely gloomy at this moment. Endless memories seemed to flash past his eyes, and the sharpness on his body dimmed. He seemed to have aged a lot the moment the white-haired man appeared, and there was even a hint of guilt on his face …
"Greetings, Ancestor. Shaobai pays his respects here …"
Under Old Immortal Yuan's complicated gaze, the white-haired man spoke first, and he bowed to Old Immortal Yuan.
"Good …"
Old Immortal Yuan seemed to have too much to say, but he could only say one word before he could continue. He only waved his big sleeves.
"This man … is he the one who betrayed the Yuan family 700 years ago?"
The Void was silent. Many people were shocked by this scene, especially those who knew about the passing of the Yuan Family. They even gasped. On the side of the North Deep Tribe, the Master of the North Deep Tribe, who had come to participate in the Jade Lake Meeting, was shocked and had a complicated look in his eyes. He recognized this person. He was the traitor of the Yuan Family, who had brought a lot of trouble to the Yuan Family 700 years ago. At that time, he was the second genius of the Yuan Family, Yuan Shaobai …
On the other hand, Roc King from the Grand Snow Mountain and Primeval Path had a strange expression on his face. His eyes blazed with rage for a moment, and then he sighed heavily for a moment. He seemed to not know if he should be furious or amused. He'd recognized this person. It was that mysterious elder who'd suddenly attacked and suppressed him with a single finger while he'd caused trouble in the Southern Vision Sect, Bai Qianzhang, and hadn't seen the light of day for an entire three hundred years when he'd gone to the Azure Sky Sect to seize spirit herbs and heal his injuries.
The cold wind whistled, and the atmosphere was so heavy that even the spectators didn't dare to speak. It was so oppressive that it was terrifying.
"Shaobai, make way, let my son come out …"
In the end, it was Yuan Lingxiao who was worried about his son, and he spoke first.
However, Bai Qianzhang wasn't moved at all. He only said indifferently, "When my son's Daoist Source was extracted, did you let him live?" He turned around and glanced at the third arena. He sneered softly and said, "When my son was used as a scapegoat by the Small Celestial Realm, did you let him live? When you forced him into the Demonic Abyss, did you let him live? "
Yuan Lingxiao's eyes darkened. He was furious, but he didn't answer immediately.
On the other hand, Fang Xing, who was on the third arena, reacted and shouted, "No, not at all …"
Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly when he heard that, and then he turned to look at Yuan Lingxiao. His expression became cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Since you didn't, why don't you try and see if I will let you live?"
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