The sword light falls, the sword light rises, and it roams ninety thousand miles across the world!

Although Fang Ming only slashed straight, his sword aura spread out to all directions like light.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The space almost stagnated at this moment, and the five-colored bird feathers in the sky suddenly stopped and suddenly opened!

When it was swinging, a thin line emerged from the tip of the feather and spread to the middle. Finally, it reached the root wing. Suddenly, the thin line cracked, and the original feather was split into two from the middle!

What is even more amazing is that the two halves of feathers were evenly left and right, and they were divided into one knife. Even if the craftsman with the most skillful hands came over, measured it personally and then cut it open, it might not be so even and elegant.

The colors in the sky suddenly doubled, just like colorful rain of flowers!

The feathers fluttered and fell on the ground, grass, tree branches, and Fang Ming's shoulders.

The colorful bird feathers with Nangong Wenling Gang power can kill people and kill people, but after defeating the true power attached to the feathers, the rest are just a bunch of feathers.

"One knife?"

Nangong Wenling was so scared that he almost felt unstable that he fell from mid-air.

If you break into one sword, both gods and ghosts will be sad!

Until now, he knew what kind of enemy he had messed with!

"Oh my God... this... this is no longer a master's method. Could it be that he is actually a master? What kind of trouble did I have?"

Nangong Wenling lamented in his heart, but suddenly changed direction and rushed towards another place.

"You can't run away!"

Fang Ming's body was full of demonic energy, as if he was carrying the ultimate murderous intent of heaven and earth, and followed him step by step.

"Wait...My friend! Lord Demon Lord! I think we still have something to discuss!"

Nangong Wenling is worthy of being a master. Even though he is running away, he can still try to talk to Fang Ming.

"It's easy to reconcile!"

Fang Ming's eyes seemed to release purple intentions: "You attacked me two moves just now, and I will only give you two swords. As long as you take another sword, I will spare you!"

"I'll do it! The power of that sword is already shocking the world and making ghosts cry. If you take another sword, how can you still have your life?"

Nangong Wenling complained secretly and ran faster.

Even as he walked, he flew like lightning, but he also had the lightness of a crane, the swiftness of a swallow, and the fierce rush of an eagle. In the blink of an eye, he flew out more than ten feet away, and his speed was really fast.

However, no matter how fast he was, Fang Ming could still follow him freely, as if he was at ease.

"If I use all my strength now, I will definitely be able to catch up with the other party within 500 feet, and the probability of killing him is 70%!"

A flash of light flashed in Fang Ming's eyes, but he had already calculated the limit of Nangong Wenling.

"It's a pity... killing him is not much good for me, and... it is inevitable that he will threaten me when he is anxious. If his companions come to take revenge at this time, it will be even more troublesome... The most important thing is that it will not help the matter of Yulongzhi!"

He thought so in his heart, but on the surface, he looked arrogant and domineering: "You are dead! You have provoked me! No one in heaven or underground can save you!"

His voice seemed to be magical, and it was as wisps into his ears, trying to disintegrate Nangong Wenling's resistance mind.

A net-shaped aura suddenly opened, and the true energy surged, as if a vortex was formed, trying hard to stop Nangong Wenling's speed.

Nangong Wenling was almost depressed and wanted to vomit blood. When his soul was so strong that he could only squeeze out every point of his potential and began to flee.

...

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the clouds are deep and I don’t know where they are.

A dove bird suddenly chirped loudly, lowered from the sky, and landed on an ebony crutch.

The old lady with a silver hair on her crutch was a young Gao Dexun. She bent her body and coughed a few times from time to time. She seemed weak, but her eyes were green, like cat eyes, evil and breathtaking.

"Good baby!"

She touched the feathers of the dove bird, and her wrinkled face was filled with dissatisfaction: "My baby has found out that Linghou's movement. What's the reason?"

"Nangong Wenling is not such an uncontrollable person. He must have encountered some danger! Perhaps... he was discovered by the master under the throne of the Linghou...hehe..."

Under the treetops of the east head, a beautiful lady with a plump figure and palace clothes stood pretty and smiled and said with a smile when she heard this.

The tone was filled with gloating, and it seemed that the friendship with Nangong Wenling was also very limited.

Although she was dressed in a proper manner, she looked like a lady from a wealthy family, but her eyes were full of water and a smell of charming smoke.

For men, the more beautiful the family, the more unparalleled the attraction.

A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, a robbery is not as good as stealing, and a robbery is not as good as not being able to rob it!

After understanding this, she will inevitably become a master of dealing with men. The young woman obviously understands this truth very well, so she dresses up properly, but leaves others with infinite imagination.

"How do you think of the little Wu God?"

The old lady looked at the last person with her cat-like eyes.

He looked in his early thirties, with his heavenly court wide, his eyebrows were like swords, his nose was straight, and his face was like a knife and axe. Even with these two people, he stood with his arms in his arms, and his back was as straight as a spear, which naturally had a scent of a crane.

"My sister also wants to hear Brother Zhou's opinions!"

The dignified young woman dressed in Yan Shi Meixing also echoed, with a flattering voice in her words.

Obviously, the young man has the highest status among the three.

For the master, fame and fortune are like clouds, and they only recognize force between each other, so the one with the highest status must also be the one with the best martial arts!

"Mrs. Jiupan and Mrs. Wanhua are both famous characters in the world, so why should I give it a point?"

Zhou Tong's voice was cold, one word after another, but it seemed like steel, with a tough smell: "According to my first suggestion, we will directly capture the dragon. If we want to kill and cut it, wouldn't it be very happy? Why do you have to do such a ghostly journey? If it weren't for Sister Ning Xue's begging each other, hum!"

His voice was extremely unceremonious, and he was even more arrogant.

Of course, he does have this proud capital!

Because his surname is Zhou and his name is Tong! There is also a nickname called "Little Wu God"!

Grandma Jiupan is already a hundred years old, and although Mrs. Wanhua looks at Yan and looks charming, she is actually in her early fifties.

But Zhou Tong is different!

He just celebrated his 30th birthday this year!

And when he was twenty-five years old, he had already broken the limit of his ancestral orifices and became a master!

Such a person is really a genius among geniuses! Not to mention, he is still a famous martial arts family, the direct descendant of the Zhou family, the future prospects and achievements... it is really unlimited!

He is indeed a genius in martial arts. He is not only an innate Taoist body, but also a natural "martial bone". No matter what kind of magical skills are unique, he can learn it and become more skillful! Since his debut, he has experienced 800 battles of all sizes and 800 times and has never lost any results, so he was jointly elected as the "Little Martial God"!

The reason why I didn't call it "Martial God" directly is that there was a warrior named "Martial God" in the previous dynasty, and finally reached the point of breaking the void! It was rumored that he fought with Dagan Taizu but did not die!

Now that people in the martial arts world have elected Zhou Tong as the "Little Wu God", you can imagine how optimistic he is to him.

"That Dragon Emperor's Direct Guard is not simple... I heard that he happened to be the young commander who was responsible for the supervision of the arsenal. He got the best of the moon before he could get it. His martial arts skills were so high that he even beat the Grand Master!"

Mrs. Wanhua smiled and said, "Of course we are not the opponent. If it weren't for the little Wu God's attack this time, I'm afraid..."

"Hmph... What's the point of a mere heartbroken pain?"

Zhou Tong's arrogant look on his face remained unabashed: "I will deal with him as soon as possible. Some family will go to Kangzhou, and I will be alone in a while!"

"Conzhou?"

Mrs. Wanhua's face moved: "Is it the master of swords and swords, Fang Ming?"

Grandma Jiupan smiled and teased the dove bird on the crutch, and also had a look of watching the show.

"Not bad! That Fang Ming, a family has long wanted to see it!"

Zhou Tong snorted coldly.

The Grandmaster is the beginning of the extraordinary and sainthood.

Over the years, as long as a warrior can be promoted before the age of 30, he is already considered a genius! The 25-year-old young martial arts god Zhou Tong is still a middle-class achievement even if he is placed in all the innate Tao bodies!

Zhou Tong is a very proud person.

And proud people are the most shameful!

He was originally quite happy with his achievements until he heard about Fang Ming’s name!

Kangzhou, Dajiang League, and both swords and swords are outstanding, Fang Ming!

This young man broke through the limit of his ancestral orifices at a twenty-year-old figure. His talent and strong martial arts skills are simply unparalleled!

What makes genius the most hit is when you see a more genius!

Therefore, Zhou Tong was severely hit.

It is precisely because of this that he had to come to the northwest and find Fang Ming to compete.

"Haha... Brother Zhou is a genius, but Fang Ming is just a villain's success... In history, there are examples of people who are successful in their youth, but who are depressed and unable to reach middle age.

Mrs. Wanhua's eyebrows froze and she said with a smile.

"This is naturally... a certain family was promoted five years earlier than him, so this time he didn't get the cheaper, so he could just use one hand!"

Zhou Tong said hatefully.

Seeing that she was completely talking to her, Mrs. Wanhua's face froze, and the old lady Jiupan sneered even more.

"Um?"

At this moment, Zhou Tong suddenly turned his head, his eyes pierced into the deep forest like lightning.

"Someone!"

After dozens of breaths, Grandma Jiupan and Lady Wanhua moved their eyebrows and shouted in surprise, looking at each other again, looking at Zhou Tong's back full of fear.
Chapter completed!