I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

In the four-to-two ranking competition, the opposite was the Buddhist cultivator of Tianlu Temple, the two stood far away, Fang Qinghong nodded politely: "Offended."

On the opposite side, he bowed slightly and recited a Buddha's name.

"start."

As soon as the elder referee finished speaking, Fang Qinghong disappeared from the spot in a flash.When it reappeared, it was already in front of it, and the cold light of the sword slashed straight down, being blocked by the little monk's subduing magic pestle.Fang Qinghong blinked: "Good skill." Then tapped his toes, turned over and floated far away.

The temptation to leave just now made each other aware of the other's bad relationship.

Jianxiu uses offense as his means of defense, so in the eyes of Jianxiu, there are very few times when he retreats or takes conservative measures.Soon Fang Qinghong's momentum changed, and he attacked again. The Liufeng sword in his hand was sometimes as light as a fluttering catkin, and sometimes it was like a thunderbolt.The storm-like posture was already too much for an ordinary person to stand up to.

But the little monk held on.

Buddhism practices the afterlife method, which is completely different from Taoism's present life method, so they attach great importance to the practice of karma.There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and the pursuit of compassion, so as to shape the golden body and refine the dusty heart.After years of painstaking practice, Buddhist cultivators generally have a long breath and strong true essence, and Buddhism is still good at defending, not to mention Tianlu Temple, which gathers the directors of Buddhist cultivators from all over the world. Facing the sword born with Taoism, the little monk did not even think about it for a while. downwind.

Fang Qinghong flipped his wrist and used the sixth move of Huanhua Sword Art - Jade Girl Sweeping Crescent Eyebrows.

His whole body changed, his brows drooped, revealing a dignified and detached and quiet posture. His sword moves seemed soft and slow, but in fact they coincided with the true meaning of the Dao. Every inch of the arc perfectly followed a certain trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was about to reach between the eyebrows.Beads of sweat continued to ooze from the young monk's forehead, and the aura on the ring was guided by the dark, and with the approach of the sword blade, a viscous vortex formed around his body.He was under overwhelming pressure, and his body seemed to be bound and unable to move.

At the critical moment, the wobbly rising vajra cover finally helped him escape.

The vajra cover of Tianlu Temple is indestructible and invincible.

Fang Qinghong raised his eyebrows lightly, turned around and changed his moves again.Huanhua Sword Jue No. 18 - a little bit of consonance.

In an instant, only the sword in his hand remained in the sky and on the earth.The dazzling golden light reflected from the tip of the sword pierced the weakest part of the cover.

"Crack."

The unbreakable vajra cover is shattered.

Fang Qinghong held up the sword and moved it down slowly, touching the heart of the person, and said with a smile: "Little Master, I accept it."

The little monk bowed his head and recited another Buddha's name: "The poor monk lost."

Next is Shen Ke.

When Fang Qinghong stepped down from the stage, he wanted to say hello to him, but the other party turned a blind eye and stepped onto the stage with his head held high.He didn't care, he leisurely returned to the crowd, surrounded by his senior brothers, but He Tiantian was filled with righteous indignation, deeply feeling that his senior brother had been bullied, "What's there to be proud of, huh!"

Fang Qinghong patted him on the head, jokingly said: "What's the matter with you these two days, you don't like him so much, then senior brother, don't I have to be the person you hate the most?"

He Tiantian was beaten up and accused him of being heartless with wide-eyed eyes, and the brothers around him were not surprised, and they continued to coax tirelessly at the scenes that could be seen from time to time: "You two have such a good relationship, even good ones smell like jealousy. "He Tiantian was so angry that he left Shen Ke behind, and rushed into the crowd with red face, shouting and killing.

Fang Qinghong hugged his waist from behind, and shouted to stop while pushing back, the movement of Huanhua Jianzong's chickens and dogs jumping also attracted the attention of others.Suddenly, Fang Qinghong felt a gaze fixed on him, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw Shen Ke turning his face away as if nothing had happened, looking at the sky and the earth.

He had fun watching it.I don't know if it's because of sulk or other entertainment, Shen Ke didn't come to bother him all this time, but let Fang Qinghong clean himself up for two days, meditating in his room to cultivate his health and rest.With the current situation, it is better to wait and see the changes based on his meager behavior, and no matter what will happen to Dabi, there is nothing wrong with maintaining a good state.

He wanted to play tricks on others, so he deliberately raised his voice and said, "Junior Brother Shen, I bet on you, don't lose!"

Liar, you just entrusted someone to help you incarcerate yourself, where did you think of me.Shen Ke was disgusted in his heart, pretending to be serious on his face, but the joy that was quietly growing secretly came out from the corners of his eyes and brows: "You have a good vision." He choked hard, and finally squeezed out a sentence.

This caused the opponent's dissatisfaction, thinking that he didn't take himself seriously. After the elder referee called to start, he was merciless.

Shen Ke snorted coldly, and returned to his previous rebellious appearance.

His weapon is a knife.The back of the knife is very thick, and the whole body is jet black, with scarlet star patterns engraved on both sides, flowing slowly in the caulking like living things.

Sect Master Shen protects this only offspring like an eyeball, how can the natal weapon given to him not be precious?This knife was found in a fairy cave, and it was called Pojun.

The opponent's whisk swept towards his face, Shen Ke just waved his hand, and the three thousand strands of the whisk were cut off like steel needles.

The fierce flames of the blade exude an extremely powerful aura, and the roar of the ancient beast can be vaguely heard.

Shen Ke succeeded in one move, but didn't stay there, and then circulated his true energy to perform another move.In an instant, the shadow of the knife was overwhelming, slashing towards the opposite side, and the entire arena was burning with blazing flames. Not long after, a muffled groan came from the center engulfed by the fireworks.

The cultivator used his body as the sheath, Shen Ke put the knife back into the sheath, and the flames were dispersed by him with a wave of his hand.

The man's whisk was left with only a dust handle, the spiritual power in his body was scurrying, his true essence was retrograde, he barely stood up while clutching his severely injured chest, and he looked very embarrassed.

He stared at Shen Ke, reluctantly squeezed out a sentence: "I admit defeat." After saying that, his eyes turned red.

Those who have been able to fight so far are all geniuses among geniuses. To lose in this way is too hurtful to self-esteem.

The audience was silent, watching him stumbling and disappearing into the sea of ​​people silently, it was inevitable that there would be a sense of sadness in his heart.

Shen Ke couldn't comprehend the delicate thoughts of ordinary people, so he only cast his eyes in another direction: "Fang Qinghong, it's time to fulfill the agreement between you and me."

The white-clothed sword cultivator came out in front of the crowd, flying lightly into the ring. "Didn't I say, I want to call you brother."

Shen Ke didn't need to snort to express his disdain this time, but said: "We can talk after you can beat me."

"Ten moves." Once on the stage, Fang Qinghong seemed to be a different person. He had the sharpness of a weapon and the self-confidence that he could do nothing to me: "If I beat you with ten moves, give Lu Feitong to me." The brothers and sisters present apologize."

Lu Feitong under the stage was surprised, and subconsciously looked at Shen Ke: "Junior Brother..."

Shen Ke interrupted him without looking back, his eyes fixed on Fang Qinghong, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay."

The foundation building period is more than that, the beginning.

The Huanhua Sword Art was created by Immortal Daoyan. The female cultivators in the sect used it like immortals, but in Fang Qinghong's hands, they didn't look feminine at all. On the contrary, they were as graceful as a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon, with a graceful figure Chic and extraordinarily beautiful.

Right now, he is like a flat boat in Shen Ke's offensive that sweeps thousands of troops like a blanket, he floats and sinks with the turbulent waves lightly, and has never capsized.

On the arena, the flames engulfed the wind blade, and pulled out a huge tornado on the ground. With the sound of the wind, fireballs shot out from time to time, hitting the table with pits and holes, and several smooth cracks were cut by the wind blade.

The several Kunlun elders present all had strange looks in their eyes. Given time, if they did not die young, they would definitely become the young palace master's formidable enemies.

Inside the giant tornado, the two men fought hand to hand, and they separated as soon as they touched each other.Seven strokes have passed.

Shen Ke: "I see if you have any unique skills, it's better to use them as soon as possible, before it's too late."

Fang Qinghong just smiled and said nothing, with a horizontal sword in his chest, his temperament and eyes changed again.Huanhua Sword Jue No. 20, Three Styles - Streaming Evening Photo.

Sword cultivators often use their natal swords as their names when walking outside, such as Jinglan Jianyun Zhenzi, Huixuejian He Tiantian.He should have been called Liufengjian Fang Qinghong, Taichu Jian Fang Qinghong, but there are more people in the cultivation world who would like to call him Peach Blossom Sword.

Probably because of his flirtatious sword moves, his eyebrows and eyes are even more flamboyant.

The flames on the arena were drawn by the air mechanism, and they counterattacked their master with the Liufeng Sword.Fang Qinghong was in it, they surrounded him in clusters, but they were gentle and never hurt him at all.

The flames were blazing, and there seemed to be rays of light shining on his cheeks, making his eyebrows picturesque.

Shen Ke's heart was also burning like fire, and amidst the turmoil, he shouted: "Good time!"

Immediately, he wiped the pattern on the blade with his finger: "Greedy wolf star, get sick!"

Suddenly, the phantom of a giant beast appeared out of thin air, opened its bloody mouth, and inhaled all the sword energy and flames engulfed by Fang Qinghong into its belly.The latter took his time and changed his sword momentum again.

Huanhua Sword Jue No. 40 Seven Styles——Changing the Clouds.

Gently and delicately, a kite turned over to avoid the giant beast's attack. Fang Qinghong's eyes were like lightning, his eyes were like lightning, his movement was like a dragon swimming around a column, and the tip of his sword precisely and quickly poked several points around the giant beast's body.

"Roar--!"

The giant beast raised its head to the sky and roared, then swelled up like an inflated ball, and then dispersed with a "boo".On its body, thin lines made of starlight flew back towards Po Jun.

Fang Qinghong held the sword in one hand, and made quick moves with the other.

Huanhua Sword Jue No. 40 Eight Forms - Yinhan Dark Crossing.

Before Shen Ke could change his tactics, the star line that was about to fly back into the lines suddenly exploded in front of him.Boom boom boom, after one after another loud noises, the two fell straight down.

Dust and smoke filled the air, he sat on the dirty man, raised his eyebrows proudly. "How about it, are you convinced?"

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, I can count it back!

Fang Qinghong tilted his head, taking a good rest, his high ponytail swayed, and a few strands of black hair fell down.His lazy expression is also very good-looking, like wine made from peach blossoms, fragrant and intoxicating.

Shen Ke looked at him with an astonishingly hot gaze.

"I won't keep losing." He sat up, wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, and said to Fang Qinghong who was close at hand.