The strong wind knife stagnated in mid-air.

The sword slashed, slashing deep sand on the ground, and the yellow sand rose, with only sand but no blood!

Jamuka's Shadowless Divine Sword actually failed?

Black Pearl covered her mouth, unwilling to believe it, but she had to believe it!

"Your sword has reached the realm of free delivery and reception. After discovering that I can stop my strength after avoiding it, my martial arts are a little higher than I expected..."

One meter away from Jamuka, Fang Ming was talking.

Just as the sword approached, he had retreated ten feet away like a glimpse of light, and happened to avoid Jamuha's sword energy range.

It was only ten feet, not a few steps, not a few steps, and the limit of the Jamukha knife's energy was just before Fang Ming's toes.

A straight line of difference, a world of difference!

This ultimate grasp of power, and the judgment of time and distance represent a gap that is as straight as a chasm!

"Ha...haha...good!"

Jamuha's eyes lit up: "Only a young hero like you can take over my burden... Come on wine!"

A swordsman immediately threw out two big leather bags, Jamukha took one, and threw the other one to Fang Ming: "This is the best goat milk wine! We will fight after drinking it, and life and death will be in harmony with each other, and if you defeat me, you will be the real 'King of the Desert'!"

"good!"

Fang Ming pulled out the wine and drank it hard, and seemed to have no suspicion at all.

"Good man!" Jamuha gave a thumbs up and raised the cowhide bag. The rolling wine sprayed into his mouth like a spring water splashing.

This cowhide bag containing wine is very large, and it can usually hold more than a dozen kilograms of water. However, Jamuha drank the bag, but her belly bulged slightly and her face was even more red.

He threw the wine bag and said frankly: "Move weapons! The heroes in the desert cannot die on the couch, they must die under the sword..."

"I used to use swords and swords, but now I have no weapons to compete with for the moment!"

Fang Ming took out a judge's pen from his sleeve. This judge's pen was thicker and longer than the ordinary one, and was obviously specially made: "But fortunately, I brought this guy with me to experience the Great Wind Sword of the Desert King!"

Seeing Fang Ming's weapon was a judge's pen, Black Pearl's face turned red, and she was so angry that she turned black and almost fell off the camel.

"Bastard! You obviously said you were interested in my father's weapons, but you were a judge..."

Fang Ming disdained this little girl's circle curse, and Jamuha had put all her body and mind above the enemy, and there was no response.

"Please!" Fang Mingyushu was in the wind, holding the judge's pen, as if he was improvising, with a poetic spirit rising, and was about to splash ink.

"please!"

However, Jamuha slowly put his knife in the sheath, held the knife in both hands, and walked slowly around Fang Ming.

For some reason, although the outside world seems to be evenly matched, the horse thieves and swordsmen around them, as well as the Black Pearl, all felt a kind of tragic heroic twilight.

"Dad! King of the Desert!"

Tears slid down from the corner of Black Pearl's eyes, and suddenly a stream of heat rushed straight into his throat, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"King of the Desert! King of the Desert!" Many swordsmen seemed to be infected by this force for a moment, tearing open their minds and roaring.

The sound waves are rising higher and higher. In this fanatical atmosphere, Jamuha's spirit seems to be infinitely raised, his chest is raised, and it seems to have returned to his peak moment!

At this moment, he seemed to coincide with the cry of the Desert King.

Swish!

The sword flashed, and Jamuha suddenly slashed out three swords with the majesty of the Invincible Desert for thirty years!

These three swords are extremely fast, making it hard to see the shadow of the sword. After these three swords, it seems like three top swordsmen attacking at the same time!

Jamukha let out a clear whistle, and his right hand kept slashing three more times!

As soon as these three sword shadows flashed, he rolled on the spot, handed the Dafeng Sword to his left hand, and then slashed three more after three!!!

Nine Knife!

A total of nine sword shadows slashed towards Fang Ming’s three key points, and nine swords came out almost at the same time, just as if Jamuhe suddenly grew nine arms, and each arm was holding the Great Wind Knife and slashed down!

As soon as these nine swords were swung, even Jamuha had the illusion of "Can I use such a wonderful sword move again in the future?"

But he hasn't stopped yet.

With the long whistle, his man had already merged with the sword, and the sword lights were continuous, as if forming a tornado!

"Okay! Thirty years of fame, thirty years of passion, unite with everyone's spirit, let you surpass yourself and use this knife... Jamuha, you have a good daughter!"

The blade slashed the wind and the strong energy slashed the surface. Fang Ming's face was not moved at all, as if the ice had not been transformed for a long time, and as if the gods were above them!

Although Jamuha's sword is close to the limit of humanity, he is the god of the sword! It has surpassed the limit! This is a battle between gods and mortals. In the eyes of God, even the strongest mortal is just an ant!

Fang Ming moved with sighing.

His figure was like a gust of wind, and with a light flash, he escaped from the sword-light purgatory.

The judge pointed out the pen and swept past the sword with a strong wind.

The tip of the pen roared, turned left and right in the air, changing unpredictably, and sank into the tornado like a dragon.

Fang Ming used the ultimate killing move among the "Four Pens and Eight Meridians" "crying ghosts and shocking gods!", but even the Lian brothers here, they would probably admire this move and could not control themselves.

Because Fang Ming's stroke not only incorporates secret techniques such as Yi Yang Finger and Nine Yin Sealing Acupoints into it, it is more than five times faster than their moves!

Even if the most ordinary martial arts in the world become three times faster, they will be invincible and almost unstoppable, not to mention that Fang Ming’s use of the ultimate trick!

Although Jamuha's knife was fast, it was still slower than his attack!

The yellow sand rose, and in the dust of the sky, the black pearl could only see a white shadow rushing into the tornado made of sword light. The two figures suddenly moved forward and retreated, and separated after several moves.

Click!

Fang Ming looked at the judge's pen in his hand. A piece of the tip of the pen had fallen off, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror. It was obviously the masterpiece of the Great Wind Knife.

"Dad! I knew that Dad would definitely win!"

Black Pearl cried with joy, and the rest of the swordsmen even cheered.

But the next moment they were like ducks strangled to their necks and could not say anything.

"Good Kung Fu...I admit defeat!"

Jamuhe lowered her head and looked at her robe. Two fine holes were vertically down, and the key points of his Ren and Du meridians were exposed one by one.

If Fang Ming hadn't kept his hands, he might have become a sieve full of holes!

The judge's pen torn clothes, but it does not hurt the flesh at all. This martial arts grasp the strength of the power is also magical, and the clever use is only in the realm of one mind!

"The name of the Desert King and the Great Wind Sword are all yours..."

Jamuha untied the scabbard around his waist and a silver medal, throwing it with the Great Wind Sword, but he seemed to have a relieved smile on his face: "You will protect the desert in the future..."

"Your martial arts skills are enough to be rampant in the entire Gobi Desert, but you need to be careful of a woman!"

"Shi Guanyin?!" Fang Ming said affirmatively.

"Not bad! She was recognized as the most beautiful, vicious, ruthless woman in the world in the past. Now she lives in seclusion in the desert and keeps her low profile, and will inevitably be even more unfathomable... You must be careful, her most powerful weapon is not her martial arts, but her beauty..."

Jamuha and Black Pearl left, and the backs of the father and daughter in the desert under the sunset seemed a little bleak.

"Ji Bingyan!"

"The King of the Desert!"

"Ji Bingyan! The King of the Desert!"...

A small wave of swordsmen followed behind Jamuha’s father and daughter, but more were around Fang Ming and shouted loudly, as if a pack of wolves were congratulating the new wolf king!

...

"I don't want a penny of my own savings accumulated over the years, so I'll send him back... Also, I'll send someone to Lanzhou City immediately to transfer Shituo and Xiao Pan to come!"

Inside the huge golden tent, Fang Ming was half lying on the gold-embellished cashmere blanket, admiring the charm of the Western Region dancer. In front of him were the best grilled lamb chops, grilled steaks, and iced grape wine.

After giving a few instructions, he got up and came to the back of the tent. The trees were shaded and the grass was lush. A small lake in the middle was like a jasper pearl in the desert.

This oasis is a secret stronghold under Jamuka. Of course, all of them have changed their surnames to Ji now.

Fang Ming walked slowly and came to the edge of the small lake. He suddenly closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and a large amount of white vapor emerged from his pores!

A heat flow dissipated from him, as if a steam engine was installed in a human body.

After the high temperature and hot pressing, Fang Ming rubbed his eyebrows, and a hint of fatigue appeared on his face: "I'm still a little arrogant... If I practice my martial arts and come back, I will definitely not be so embarrassed this time..."

The most dangerous thing in the competition with Jamukha was not the duel with him, but how to walk in front of him.

During these two days of trip to the desert, Fang Ming's mind was actually tense all the time to deal with the continuous threats of death warriors.

Now that I suddenly relaxed, my physical strength was inevitably lost in large quantities, and even my internal strength was approaching the brink of dangerous exhaustion.

Fortunately, Jamuka's subordinates were not state machines after all, and Fang Ming was defeated by the battle and forced Jamuka out.

It can be said that the final competition only consumed Fang Ming's energy, but it consumed 90% of it on the way!

This is even more tiring than fighting a life-and-death battle with thirty masters!

After all, as long as you are still an individual, you need to dress and eat, and you need to rest! You need a safe environment!
Chapter completed!