Wu Xingqi was cursed, but he had to swallow it halfway through.

The attack between Fang Ming and Zuoqiu Yiren forced him to retain every bit of true power in his body, otherwise he might die here!

And Zuoqiu Yiren had been hiding for a long time, so how could he miss this opportunity?

The black rope crossed the sky just bait. Zuoqiu Yiren had arrived behind Wu Xingkong at some point. A green air flashed between his eyebrows, and his jade-like palm gently patted it, but it carried the ultimate cold and cold power.

"Tianyin Palm!"

Wu Xingkong took a sudden breath and his back suddenly swelled, like a hump, and was printed with Zuoqiuyiren's jade palm.

Even so, Fang Ming also felt the sudden coldness ahead, and Wu Xingkong even spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously he had been seriously injured.

The blood fell to the ground and turned into ice, with a hint of green color, making Fang Ming's scalp numb.

"Ah...the secret method of blood burning! Seven Evil Blood Claws!"

Wu Xingkong suddenly screamed wildly, bleeding beads emerged from his pores, and his whole body turned into a bloody man.

His hand quickly grabbed thirty or forty bright red claw shadows, which looked very terrifying.

"ah……"

Zuoqiuyiren exclaimed, and his figure folded, floating out of distance like a ghost.

"You guys and men are hurting me and the innate origin, wait for me..."

Wu Xingkong suddenly turned into a blood shadow, shot out from the lightning, leaving a resentful sound in the air.

If he runs away again, he will definitely not be able to successfully ambush so easily next time, and he will have to face all kinds of revenge!

"You can't let him run away!" Zuoqiuyiren said anxiously, holding his right arm.

Fang Ming didn't say anything because he had already taken action!

The silver dragon sword fell to the ground, and there was already a three-inch and seven-minute-long knife on his hand!

Boom!

Amid the lightning and thunder, a knife suddenly lit up!

No one can describe the speed of this sword, nor can anyone describe the style of this sword!

Wu Xingkong in the blood shadow suddenly screamed wildly, fell to the ground, and a knife was inserted into his throat!

The rain comes after the sky is clear and the sun is shining.

Zuoqiuyiren looked at Wu Xingkong's corpse in the mud and suddenly sighed: "Is this your flying knife you used to do? It's really amazing..."

She looked at Fang Ming again: "Are you seriously injured? Do you want me to show you?"

Suddenly he stepped forward a few steps, and the expression on his face seemed to be extremely concerned, but Fang Ming's hair stood upside down.

"I'm naturally very injured. I'm afraid I'll only have the strength to throw a flying knife..."

Fang Ming smiled and had another bright silver knife on his hand, the shape was exactly the same as the one who killed Wu Xingkong just now.

Zuoqiuyi was so angry that she was shocked: "I really care about my brother's injury..."

"I saw that you seemed to have suffered a lot before. Why would you go back to Wanren City with me and ask a famous doctor to treat it..."

Fang Ming suddenly said.

"It seems that my brother has to refuse the kindness of my family..." A green light suddenly appeared in Zuoqiuyiren's eyes, and the aura on his body became strangely enhanced.

This cult daughter has long been willing to destroy the bridge after crossing the river!

bite!!!

At this moment, a sharp breath came intimidated, and wherever it passed, frost was everywhere.

"A sword light is cold? What a congenital swordsman... I come to reminisce about the past with my brother another day..."

In his coquettishness, Zuoqiu Yiren had already flew away and was missing.

"What a witch..." Fang Ming gestured to the head of the sword light, and a white corner of his clothes disappeared.

At this time, the two figures arranged by Fang Ming rushed over quickly. Fang Ming shook his head repeatedly: "If I really hand over the hope to them this time, I will be really dead..."

At this moment, Fang Ming was suddenly stunned.

The martial arts order, who had been quietly staying in his sea of ​​consciousness, suddenly sent him a message, and the general idea was that the task of "Perfect Blood" was completed again!

"It turns out that the martial arts order in the main world actually recognizes it!"

Fang Ming was quite surprised: "Wu Xingkong's martial arts skills are not low, but is his luck very strong? Or is it because I was in the world where money helps me accumulate luck? Or is it that Jiang Liufeng was executed in public, and the Jiang League was famous and his luck was consolidated, and they exploded together?"

He was quite interested in the principle of the operation of the martial arts order, but at this time the martial arts order had no feedback.

"Elder Fang!"

Two wild figures came to Fang Ming. Tie Kaishan looked at Wu Xingkong who was dead on the ground, but took a breath: "It's this guy... I would like to congratulate Elder Fang for removing this harm for my martial arts world..."

"Where is that witch?"

Yue Yun was obviously more concerned about Zuoqiuyiren's movements.

"Maybe I saw the two of you coming, and I had already stepped back..."

Fang Ming explained with a faint smile, and shook his hand at Yue Yun secretly.

...

At night.

The candle is clear.

Fang Ming stood alone in front of the desk, silent.

As the breeze strodes, a slender figure appeared next to the desk.

"Senior Sister Nangong, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

The person who came was covered in plain white and carried a snow-white long sword. It was Fang Ming’s senior sister Nangong Qingcheng in Xuanzhendao!

"I would like to thank my senior sister for help today, otherwise I may not be scared away that witch..."

Fang Ming smiled.

"What's the point of being a little bitch?"

Nangong Qingcheng's face was slightly moved: "It's just that the demons in the foreign land are still a little tricked... Especially in the matter of the Qi Jue Hall, do you have other plans?"

Fang Ming smiled bitterly: "Sister sister thinks I don't want to settle things? But even if I reveal my identity as the Divine Sword Sect, Wu Xingkong will definitely not let me go... Maybe he will use this threat. Since he has already made enemies, it would be better to kill the roots directly!"

"Cut the weeds and roots..."

Nangong Qingcheng's jade face seemed to think of the previous cruelty of Qingyun Sect, and his hands trembled slightly.

And this subtle change cannot be hidden from Fang Ming at all.

In the innate struggle, any flaw in the Qi may lead to defeat. If Nangong Qingcheng still retains this shadow, he may not only have hope of progress, but may even become a fatal flaw in martial arts in the future!

"Please rest assured that Taoist Liuyun did not seem to have executed Master on the spot, but took her back to the Qingyun Sect Mountain Gate. We still have a chance..."

Having said that, Qingyun Sect is one of the five sects, with a profound and unpredictable foundation. Just a Taoist Liuyun can make Fang Ming helpless, and speaking out at this time is mostly of comfort.

"Don't worry, junior brother!"

Two sword-like sharpness suddenly flashed in Nangong Qingcheng's eyes: "Although Liuyun's power of heaven and man has planted the seeds of fear in my heart, it may not be my opportunity to make progress. I will use my own swordsmanship to shatter this shadow and make it the supreme merit on my path to master..."

"If the method of the Heart Sword still cannot be achieved, I will be closed to the death gate for a hundred days. If I can't break through, what's the point of being crushed to pieces?"

Nangong Qingcheng said sternly, and his whole body was like a flawless long sword.

She is a real swordsman, rather than bend, and she is strong and decisive!

Fang Ming did not persuade him because he knew that it would be useless to persuade him, while Nangong Qingcheng suddenly laughed: "If Senior Sister finally has something to do, Xiao Murong will rely on you to take care of..."

"Sister Sister Murong's affairs are safe..."

Fang Ming patted his chest and promised: "How is she doing recently?"

"I cried a few times, clamoring to find my mother, etc. Later I persuaded me. Now I work hard every day..."

A warm smile appeared on Nangong Qingcheng's face.

Fang Ming nodded. This warm memory may be the only comfort of the female swordsman who was destroyed by the sect and was carrying a deep hatred of blood.

"If Senior Sister doesn't dislike me, I have a foundation now and can bring Xiao Murong to my side..."

Fang Ming suddenly said.

Part of his doing this is to truly pity the little Murong when he was young, his family was destroyed and he was burdened, and on the other hand, he was investing.

The great gangs and sects in the world have always been crowded with people, and even the lone heroes must have several disciples around them to help them.

The higher the qualifications of the apprentice, the better.

Fang Ming didn’t like Wang Xiaohu before and Yan Benchu ​​later on, but Xiao Murong was definitely different!

She is born with a Taoist body! Zhong Ling Shuxiu, who has lost the so-called "genius" and has even entered the innate realm now. She is a good jade for talent.

If you can grow up smoothly, the master is expected! Gods can expect!
To be continued...