Eight Hundred and Sixty-One First to Win a Game

"call----!"

The howling wind rolled up.

That was what happened at a moment when even consciousness couldn't catch up at all.

As if there was no need to say any more words, the two figures simultaneously exerted their speed to the limit in a static state in just a short moment, turned into running bullets, and rushed towards each other violently.

"Zheng..."

Pure white light flowed on the body of the pure white lightsaber.

"Patter..."

The antique ancient sword seemed to appear out of nowhere, and fell into the palm of a petite hand.

Fang Li and Fan Xinglu cut through the air on the top of the mountain above the clouds.

A magic eye flickered.

A happy face.

Immediately, a blow like an aurora was released in the hands of the two at the same time.

"laugh----!"

Like a bullet going through the air.

That was the movement caused by the sword tip and the sword tip flashing across the space.

Whether it was a pure white lightsaber or an antique ancient sword, they all turned into a sword shadow in an instant, stabbing at the opponent at an astonishing speed.

"Ding----!"

Amidst the crisp clashing sound, the sword tips collided with each other in an incredible way, sparking sparks.

What a precise and tacit thrust it was to make it happen.

However, it is not so inconceivable that such a thing happened to the master and apprentice.

At least, compared to what happened afterwards, it was just a greeting.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi ----!"

Accompanied by the continuous sound of sharp piercing sounds, the two sides seemed to have reached a complete consensus, at a speed that even afterimages could not catch up,

Crazy released a flash-like stab.

"Ding ding ding ding——!"

The crisp clashing sounds kept ringing out, proving that the sword tips collided crazily together, playing like a symphony among the bursting sparks and fading afterimages, forming a beautiful piece of music.

Unfortunately, in this beautiful piece of music, the hidden murderous intent is enough to freeze people's hearts.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi ----!"

In the sound of piercing the air, the two sides in the battle have been releasing high-speed thrusts all the time, turning the tip of the sword into a heavy rain, and mercilessly enveloping the other side.

That every blow is enough to be fatal.

----"Throat".

----"heart".

——— "chest".

----"abdomen".

———"Brow center".

As if putting the opponent to death, the torrential high-speed thrusts have been aiming at these vital points of the human body, and the moves are fatal.

So, that's a direct hit that can pull people into hell.

However, such an attack unexpectedly brought the battle situation into an incredible situation.

That is also a matter of course, right?

Since the aiming positions are the same, as long as these deadly stabs are accurate without the slightest deviation, and they are galloping through the air at the same speed, the result will naturally be that they collide with each other halfway.

However, even so, it is still extremely incredible.

Because, even if the target of the attack is the same, the speed of the attack is also the same, but if every blow collides with each other, it is too unbelievable.

People are inherently fragile.

The vital points on the body, if you list them carefully, you probably can't even count the number of hands.

Under such circumstances, if you aim at the vital points to attack, there will definitely be many options to choose from.

But the two sides in the fierce battle have been making each other's attacks collide with each other and resist each other. If it is not possible to read the other's thoughts and attack trajectories in an instant, it is absolutely impossible to do so.

Therefore, this is a fierce battle that no matter the insider or the layman can mean the degree of danger.

"Ding ding ding ding——!"

The crisp knocking sound that came into the ears intensified.

The sharp sword points stabbing at each other continued amidst the sparks and the shadows of swords and swords, and even the rhythm was obviously accelerated.

As a result, the torrential rain turned into a heavy rain, and the heavy rain turned into a storm, causing the stabbing sword tip to gallop continuously, leaving faint traces in the space.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

In such a fierce battle, Fan Xinglu still laughed happily, the laughter was full of joy and arrogance.

"——"

Compared with Fan Xinglu, Fang Li's expression was so calm from the beginning to the end, his ice-blue magic eyes seemed to exude a cold air, bringing a stinging coldness to the skin.

At this point, the astonishing high-speed stabs stopped inexplicably.

However, the time that stops cannot be called even a moment.

In the shadow of swords and swords that hadn't disappeared in time, both sides in the fierce battle made a powerful blow at the same time.

"laugh----!"

In the same sound of piercing through the air, the pure white lightsaber and the antique ancient sword turned into a halo at the same time, like a moon arc, one raised up, the other cut down, cutting all the shadows of swords, lights and swords where they passed, towards the opponent Cut off extremely abruptly.

"clang----!"

Amidst the exceptionally loud sound of gold and iron clashing, following the flying sparks, Fang Li and Fan Xinglu retreated at the same time due to a force that cannot be ignored, creating a distance between them.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fan Xinglu was still smiling happily, her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, resounding through the entire mountaintop.

"Happy! Really happy!"

As if her suppressed nature was released, Fan Xinglu smiled without any scruples.

"I didn't expect that the old man would be at a disadvantage in the melee combat. Is this because the blue is better than the blue?"

If someone else is here and hears this sentence, they will be surprised, right?

No matter who saw the battle just now, they would feel that they were evenly matched, not that Fan Xinglu was at a disadvantage.

But upon closer inspection, Fan Xinglu's sword-holding hand seemed to be numb, trembling slightly.

Moreover, at some point, the talismans affixed to Gu Jian's body also burned up and turned into ashes.

"If you didn't have these Vajra Talismans, you would have chopped off Laoshen's sword long ago, right?"

Fan Xinglu smiled happily.

"After all, before your pair of eyes, mere fairy tools are not worth mentioning at all."

Under Fang Li's deadly demon eyes, no matter how solid an object is, it will be killed instantly, even the fairy tools refined by Fan Xinglu.

In the confrontation just now, Fang Li aimed at the dead line on the ancient sword and cut countless times, but he failed to kill it.

The reason is those spells.

Fan Xinglu affixed a spell called the Vajra Talisman on her celestial tool.

That is a spell that can increase defense.

However, on this occasion, Fan Xinglu used these spells just to protect her fairy tool.

If all the charms were attached to the body of the sword, even if Fang Li aimed at the dead line and cut it, what he would cut could only be the dead line of the spell, not the dead line of the fairy tool.

The dead line of the fairy tool itself is covered by the dead line of countless spells. Even if Fang Li aims at those dead lines and cuts them, it will cut to the dead line of the spell before that, and turn into a killing spell. It's not about killing fairy tools.

Of course, this is just a little resistance.

Now, with Fang Li's use of the Devil's Eye of Death and his proficient skills, it is impossible for this small trick to always work.

"At first, I thought that such a small trick should be able to last for a while, but now it seems that the old man has underestimated you a little bit."

In Fan Xinglu's joyful voice, the ancient sword in his hand broke suddenly.