Chapter 532 An Italian Fart?

When Fang Zhongjian saw the Wuque sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand, the Daque sword in Yang Zhen's storage ring felt bursts of joy. He laughed happily, but it sounded like he was swallowing his saliva.

The Great Que Sword, actually wanted to eat the Wu Que Sword?

Yang Zhen looked at the Wuque sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand with a strange face. It cuts iron like mud. It is indeed a good sword, and as Fang Zhongjian said, this sword should not be an ordinary holy weapon, even if it still belongs to the category of holy weapon , should be one of the best.

Seeing a strange aura enveloped Tie Fuzi's body, Tie Fuzi's face suddenly froze, and as he waved his hands, a series of overwhelming talent inscriptions swept across the entire teahouse, turning into a long sword in mid-air, facing Fang Zhongjian The Wuque sword in his hand blasted away.

boom--!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and everyone who watched was dumbfounded.

The Wuque Sword is worthy of being a holy weapon. In the hands of Fang Zhongjian, a person in the early stage of the Mahayana, he can actually compete with a peak Mahayana like Tie Fuzi, and it seems to be more than capable.

Obviously, Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei relied on the Wuque sword in their hands, and they came here with confidence this time.

However, everyone still underestimated Tie Fuzi. Just when everyone saw that the Wuque Sword was about to destroy the inscription on Tiantian Qi, Tie Fuzi suddenly snorted coldly and waved his hand casually. A violent wave of talent was like a dragon over the river, shaking the sky with a loud bang He rose up, carrying a terrifying power, and blasted towards Fang Zhongjian.

Fang Zhongjian's complexion changed drastically, and the Wuque sword in his hand was more radiant, but he didn't dare to evacuate casually, so he had no choice but to say to Lu Tianwei: "Brother Lu!"

Lu Tianwei chuckled and said, "Brother Fang, don't worry, Lu just said it, you can do whatever you want!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Tianwei suddenly had a weapon that was not a sword or a sword in his hand. Amidst the debate, a wave of terrifying air burst out, rushing towards the dragon in mid-air.

"Bastard, two fight one, I will fight with you!"

Luoluo suddenly jumped up, and when endless waves of air erupted in mid-air, her figure was like lightning, and she rushed towards Lu Tianwei.

"Luoluo!"

Tie Fuzi's complexion changed, and he waved his hands hastily, and the inscriptions of terrifying talents were like waves, surrounding Lu Tianwei and Fang Zhongjian.

The terrifying air wave was berserk like a dragon, and while roaring and shaking the sky, all the surrounding tables and chairs burst into powder. For a moment, the sky was filled with dust, and amidst the turbulent air wave, a small figure suddenly flashed an electric light in his hand, facing Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei rushed forward.

Although Luoluo was young, she was a cultivator in the tribulation period. Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei's expressions changed when the air burst out from their hands.

It's just that the two of them didn't retreat, but looked at each other with a smile, and a playful look flashed in their eyes.

A strange-looking True Essence Cannon appeared in Fang Zhongjian's hands, and he laughed and said, "Old man, your grandson's life is the price of your obsession!"

Hum——!

A wave of destructive air came from the True Essence Cannon, and everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly.

In just a split second, the true essence cannon in Fang Zhongjian's hand gathered the true essence of heaven and earth that terrified everyone present. Even Tie Fuzi's face changed wildly. With a roar, he slammed his hands heavily towards the ground.

Rumble——!

A turbulent air wave came from the ground, and countless earth waves rushed towards Fang Zhongjian, but it was of no avail.

Fang Zhongjian sneered, and jumped into the air, the real essence of heaven and earth condensed from the mouth of the cannon disappeared with a buzzing sound, and the next moment, the cannon exploded.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye, and Tie Fuzi's reaction was not unpleasant, but no matter how fast it was, could it be as fast as the True Essence Pao?

Now that the situation is not exhausted, the whole person is completely exposed to Fang Zhongjian's true essence gun. When he raised his head in shock, he happened to meet Fang Zhongjian's ferocious expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Silence, deathly silence.

In the entire teahouse, except for Tie Fuzi roaring and rushing towards Luoluo crazily, there was no sound around.

"Die!"

Fang Zhongjian laughed out loud, with an almost hysterical expression on his face. In his hand, the real yuan cannon, no, it should be called the Italian cannon. Without even rushing out the ruler, it disappeared without a trace.

Slap!

Fang Zhongjian landed on the ground and looked at the muzzle of the real yuan cannon with a dazed expression. There was no fluctuation of the real yuan, so he couldn't help but turned to look at Lu Tianwei.

"What... what's going on? Doesn't work?"

The bewilderment on Lu Tianwei's face was not less than that of Fang Zhongjian, and even more intense. When he came to Fang Zhongjian, he hesitated and said, "It shouldn't be!"

"Shouldn't it?" Fang Zhongjian's face turned blue, he stared at Lu Tianwei and said, "Lu Tianwei, is this the Italian cannon that you said can destroy all those black puppets in one shot?"

"What?" Luoluo barely survived death, and was shocked when she heard the name Italian Cannon. When facing death, her face didn't change a little. Now, after hearing the name Italian Cannon, her face turned pale , whispered: "Yang Zhen's Italian gun, why is it in your hands?"

Angrily, Fang Zhongjian threw the farting Italian cannon back to Lu Tianwei, and said in a cold voice: "Lu Tianwei, you were deceived by that Yang Zhen, how could this kind of thing burst out as powerful as you said?" Come on, it's ridiculous!"

Tie Fuzi came to Luoluo's side and stared at Fang Zhongjian angrily. He didn't seem to be meticulous at this moment, as if he wanted to tear Fang Zhongjian to pieces.

Fang Zhongjian stared at Tie Fuzi with a stern expression, and said in a cold voice: "Tie Fuzi, what happened today was just an accident, don't think me and you two can't do anything, even if there is no Italian gun, Fang wants your lives It’s also easy.”

"You can try it!" Tie Fuzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Zhongjian, and stretched out his hand to pull Luo Luo behind him.

In the teahouse, a group of monks looked at the weird scene in front of them in bewilderment. An Italian cannon that condensed such violent heaven and earth essence actually just released a... fart?

Seeing the embarrassing expression on Fang Zhongjian's face, everyone wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed, and they all choked up their voices, and even Lu Tianwei's face was flickering with gloom.

"Impossible, I have personally used the Italian cannon, and its power is comparable to the peak blow of the Mahayana period. How could it be impossible to use it suddenly?"

"Hmph, is Yang Zhen's thing reliable?" Fang Zhongjian suddenly emitted bursts of blue light from the Wuque sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, kill these two people quickly, and we have to go to Tianxue Sheng Yu and Junior Brother Li meet."

Lu Tianwei took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "No, there must be something strange about it, Brother Fang, let me try the power of the Italian cannon again."

As Fang Zhongjian was unable to speak, Lu Tianwei raised the Italian cannon again.

Tie Fuzi stared at Lu Tianwei with disdain, but Luoluo's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly pulled Tie Fuzi to dodge.

"I said...brother, is it a bit too much for you to play with my invention in front of me, and even beat my little girl?"

Yang Zhen stood up slowly, but his eyes were fixed on the Wuque sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand.

Feeling the message from the Great Que Sword, Yang Zhen suddenly had an idea, wondering what kind of interesting things would happen if the Wu Que Sword was smelted into the Great Que Sword?

"Who?" Lu Tianwei's face suddenly became gaudy, and he stared at Yang Zhen who was wearing a bamboo hat. He was obviously startled by the familiar voice.

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