"What? Do you want to do it?"

Fang Ming looked around.

Those here are indeed heroes in the martial arts world, and they can also be related to the three major gangs, the seven major sword sects, and the four major families. They are even masters among these forces.

Now Fang Ming has blatantly killed the person protected by Iron Ling, which has given Wulin Bai Dao a loud slap. They should have risen up and dismembered Fang Ming from the corpse.

Unfortunately, Fang Ming looked at him and no one dared to stand out.

Especially the heroes and heroes in the Water Pavilion.

Sun Fuhu was wearing a tiger's divine fist and subdued the dragon and killed the tiger, but at this time he was lying on the table, like a sick cat.

Lin Xiangxiong was in a tough and invulnerable manner, but he was coughing all the time and was about to shrink under the wine table.

As for plum blossoms and mozhu, they seemed to have become blind and deaf, with crooked mouths and slanted eyes, and Alzheimer's disease.

Only Nangong Huashu!

He himself is from the Nangong family, but at this moment he wanted to slap himself a few big ears and swallow the words he said before one by one!

He did not pretend to be crazy because he knew that he had told the news of the Iron Order of Imperial Exorcism today, and he also saw Elder Tieyan die here with his own eyes.

Even if Fang Ming lets him go, the heroes of the world can't let him go.

"hehe……"

Fang Ming, who had known what kind of virtues these heroes were, sneered and said to Mrs. Tieyan: "You can leave!"

"Okay! Very good!"

Mrs. Tie Yan glanced at Fang Ming coldly, and without saying a word, she hugged Elder Tie Yan's body and left.

Although she only had one hand left, she hugged her husband very tightly, and she was not afraid of any siege and interception by anyone in the martial arts world.

Even if there is only one person or one hand left, it is not something that a slut can make a decision.

She walked quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and she didn't even look at the iron order of death on the ground.

This token represents a life. If it appears in the world on weekdays, it will even cause a bloody storm.

But now no one looks at it.

Some things seem to be full of majesty, but after breaking through this layer of skin, you will find that its support is so pale and ridiculous!

"I do this, Master Ding doesn't mind?"

Fang Ming saw Ding Peng and the demonic sword on his waist, "Little Tower Listen to Spring Rain overnight".

At this time, there was also an unparalleled, gorgeous girl next to Ding Peng, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The girl had a timid expression on her face, her eyes were red, and there was a blood mark on her neck, as if she had committed suicide before and was rescued again.

Why does such a well-behaved girl commit suicide?

Perhaps it was because she did something wrong and killed someone she shouldn't have killed, or perhaps it was just to act in a play. After all, she was Xie Xiaofeng's daughter, and she had to follow the right rules if she killed someone.

Now she regretted it, committed suicide, and was rescued again.

The key is that if the person you are killed is still the demon cult of the Demon Sect, then there is nothing to do with it.

As soon as she came in, everyone present guessed that she was Xie Xiaoyu and forgave her immediately.

The only one who is angry and depressed is Ding Peng.

He listened to Qingqing's statement before, and delayed a little time, and had to search the Yuanyue Villa non-stop to find Xie Xiaoyu, but when he figured out everything and was about to give both sides a fair trial, he found that the target was gone.

This feeling that everything was over before I could work hard really made him a little depressed.

"I'm not from the Three Gate Gangs, Seven Sword Sects, and Four Aristocratic families. Naturally, I don't mind you killing Tie Yan who holds the Iron Order of Immortality...but..."

Ding Peng said coldly: "This is my village. If you kill someone in my village, should you give me an explanation?"

He was a little excited.

Because Fang Ming is the successor of Xiao Li Feidao!

If he could defeat Fang Ming and break the myth of Xiao Li flying sword, which was just a false example, it would be the glory that every person in the world dreamed of!

Although Ding Peng also knew that Xiao Li Feidao was not comparable to a master he had seen before, he was not afraid at all.

Because he mastered the magic sword and used the fox clan sword technique, he was invincible!

Ding Peng's hand was already on the hilt.

The full moon scimitar suddenly let out a clear sound, almost suffocating the martial arts heroes present.

Although the knife looked ordinary, ordinary, and had not even been unsheathed, they had already felt a strange aura that shocked them and was confused.

Ordinary masters will be powerless to move when they hear this sound of swords!

This is really a terrifying magic knife!

"Good knife!"

Fang Ming was also moved because he found that the magic of "Little Building Listening to Spring Rain All Night" was still above his expectations.

Even inspired by the sword energy and intention, he actually had the desire to pick up the "sword" again!

The highest level of the God Sword slashes the eight-stage series of Ruyi Demons!

What kind of novel experience should this be? How much help will it bring to his own martial arts?

“It’s a pity that it’s not the time yet!”

Fang Ming sighed secretly and suppressed this impulse.

Ding Peng suddenly asked, "Where is your knife?"

At this time, Fang Ming's hands were empty, and the flying knife that was so shocking to the world was gone.

"knife?"

Fang Ming smiled: "Why do I have the nerve to show off my ugly face in front of the owner of the house before? "

If the true Xiao Li Feidao is just a child’s play, how terrifying would Fang Ming’s real kung fu be?

Almost all the heroes present laughed, thinking that Fang Ming was deceiving himself, but Ding Peng believed Fang Ming's words for no reason.

"You are a swordsman!"

Ding Peng is very sure and authentic.

"Yes, I used a knife before!"

"Where is your knife now?"

"I've given up!"

Fang Ming had big sleeves floating and stood up empty-handedly, but Ding Peng found that he was no longer sure.

He couldn't help but say, "Although you don't have a knife in your hand, every grass, every tree, every flower, every stone, even your hands and feet can become your knife!"

This realm is difficult to understand, but Ding Peng understood it because his achievements in the sword art are only one step away from forgetting the sword.

"That's what you can say!"

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, like a vast starry sky, feeling ashamed of his heart.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the old man Tianji.

Old Man Sun also reached the state of "no stick" back then, but unfortunately, although he had reached the state of mind, his own cultivation had not reached, so he lost to Fang Ming, and in the original work he died at the hands of Shangguan Jinhong.

If you have a realm without power, everything is just a mirror, water and moon.

But Fang Ming now has the realm of forgetting swords and the cultivation of a master, and he is the true master of forgetting swords!

"I see!"

Ding Peng held the hilt in his hand and took a step forward. With this step, the strange aura seemed to rush towards him, as if he had become an ancient troll, fiercely sucking people.

Fang Ming's face remained unmoved and he took a step back.

Ding Peng stepped forward again, his body was so sharp that he seemed to have turned into unparalleled sword aura.

Bang!

Plum Blossoms, Sun Fuhu's eyes turned white, and he was forced to faint!

Although the knife has not been released, it is enough to kill people!

Fang Ming retreated again, and even reached the corner of the Water Pavilion. He would take another step and land in the lake.

The situation seemed to be extremely unfavorable to him, but Fang Ming still had a smile on his face.

"very good!"

Ding Peng stepped forward again.

But this step was not about the collapse of the mountains and the earth, the earth was broken, the stones were shocked, but about plain, the wind was sweeping and the clouds were unfolding. Even the fierce and powerful demonic nature on the full moon scimitar suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Outside the water pavilion, the cool moonlight shone down, as if pulling everyone back to the earth from hell.

Many people wiped their eyes, and tears were already on the corners of their eyes.
To be continued...