Chapter 79 The Aggrieved Taoist Fang Zhang

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The monk selected by Lu Qingshan is called Taoist Fang Zhang.

His name is what he feels right now.

Really flustered!

Among the ten monks in Zhongtianyu, his strength is considered to be in the middle and lower reaches. He is not Lu Qingshan's opponent in the first place, and what's more unfortunate is that he is still a spiritual practitioner.

It is said that cultivators are afraid of sword cultivators, so how can spiritual cultivation be any better?

The flying sword has a long range, fast speed, and great power. It has always been a great deterrent to monks of the Taoist lineage.

Moreover, the sword cultivator on the opposite side is still 'Jian Jue'.

But no matter how flustered he was, Fang Zhang definitely had no reason to be timid.

Besides, it happened to be a chance to see the methods of top sword cultivators, and the next time I really met a sword cultivator in a life-and-death fight, wouldn't I have a little more experience in dealing with it?

There are not many opportunities to fight against top sword cultivators, because sword cultivators often fight to the limit, and it is often either you die or I live.

In this way, he has earned money in this fight!

Thinking like this, Taoist Fang Zhang actually brings the wind when he walks.

He strutted forward to the Shanhai Pillar, bowed to King Qingmei, and then took a cautious look at Lu Qingshan.

Although Lu Qingshan was very calm, Taoist Fang Zhang still faintly sensed a hint of indifference from his eyes.

Seeing this, instead of being angry, Taoist Fang Zhang felt a little happy in his heart.

Maybe this is my chance to win?

Few people who underestimated the enemy since ancient times ended up with a good end

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With a flash of inspiration, the two were wrapped in the small world by Shan Haizhu.

The seventeenth fight begins.

The small world this time is the world of heavy rain.

The characteristics of this world,

It's continuous torrential rain.

These torrential rains obscure the monk's vision and muffle many sounds.

As soon as Taoist Fang Zhang entered the small world and found himself in mid-air, he immediately swooped down towards the ground using his escape technique.

Why?

As a spiritual cultivator, he is foolishly flying in the sky in the face of a sword cultivator. Isn't this being used as a target for others?

His second move was to retreat towards the edge of the rainstorm.

He is the weak side in this battle, so naturally he should act like a weakling.

Take the initiative to find Lu Qingshan's location? nonexistent.

Hurry up and find a hiding place first, and then arrange many barriers in advance, and wait for Lu Qingshan to find him to be the right way.

In the last battle, Lu Qingshan's strategy was very clear, to seize the midpoint, and then radiate to the surrounding area.

Therefore, if he wants to delay Lu Qingshan's time to find himself, the most correct way is to take the initiative to retreat to the edge of the small world.

Of course, although the small world is big, it is only relative to the needs of fighting skills, and it is actually not that big.

The reason is very simple.

If the area of ​​the small world is too large, some monks know that they are not opponents, and play hide-and-seek by taking advantage of the location. Wouldn't this fight become a farce?

Such an obvious rule loophole is naturally impossible to exist.

Taoist Fang Zhang's thinking can be said to be one of the best choices that can be made under such a huge disparity in strength.

Daoren Fang Zhang, who has a strong ability to act, has a certain idea and acts quickly.

...

In front of the screen wall, the monks watching the battle were dumbfounded.

The Huangbang monks who participated in the big competition were dumbfounded, because they could roughly guess what Taoist Fang Zhang was thinking.

As for Marquis Nanming, he even had the thought of covering his face and not wanting to look at it any more.

Because today's Taoist Fang Zhang is not a bit unlucky.

He chooses the direction of slipping...

It happened to be the direction where Lu Qingshan rushed towards the midpoint!

In the eyes of the watching monks who could see the whole situation with the help of the screen wall, the visual effect presented was that Taoist Fang Zhang and Lu Qingshan seemed to have reached a tacit understanding and headed towards each other to hedge against each other.

Lingxiu and swordsman playing against each other?

Such a brave spirit, love love love love.

...

In the small world.

Lu Qingshan was very fast, rushing towards the center of the rainstorm world.

Unlike Taoist Fang Zhang, he did not fly close to the ground, but swaggered in mid-air.

High places are easy to become targets, but there are disadvantages and advantages. The advantage of high places is the wide field of vision.

For Lu Qingshan who needs to actively look for opponents, this is a better choice.

Less than ten breaths into the flight, out of the corner of Lu Qingshan's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small black shadow on the ground in the distance, like a mouse, sprinting towards him at a fast speed.

What the hell?

Lu Qingshan almost didn't have time to think, it was completely an instinctive muscle reaction, and the flying sword was already shot out.

The moment the dragon finch was sent out by Lu Qingshan, there was a scorching flame immediately, evaporating the continuous rainwater into water vapor.

The visual effect brought about by this is that a red light flashed between the sky and the earth, and behind the red light, an extremely long tangible gas belt was pulled out, like the small tail of a comet.

Chi Chi Chi!

Taoist Fang Zhang, who was still flying away from the ground and trying to get close to the side, only reacted after Lu Qingshan issued a half-breath of the flying sword.

He wondered where the sneering sound he heard came from, so he looked up subconsciously.

That blazing red, standing proudly in the rain, filled his eyes.

It was the sword light driven by the terrifying flying sword whose realm was infinitely close to that of the sword producing thunder and fire.

But in the eyes of Taoist Fang Zhang, it didn't look like a flying sword, but more like a meteorite from the sky.

Just a breath, a breath that Taoist Fang Zhang couldn't let go of after many years.

Under the witness of tens of thousands of monks, Taoist Fang Zhang, a monk of Huangbang, even before he saw Lu Qingshan, he disappeared without a trace and appeared outside the rainstorm.

On the other side, before Lu Qingshan could react to the person who issued the flying sword, he realized that Xiaojie was dark, and with a flash of inspiration, he and Longque were already in front of the pillar of mountains and seas.

"The seventeenth fight, the Eastern Region won." The voice of King Qingmei came.

"Why did I lose?" Taoist Fang Zhang wondered

"How did I win?" Lu Qingshan was at a loss.

In front of Shanhaizhu, the two parties looked at each other, similar doubts flashed in their eyes.

After a moment, Lu Qingshan was the first to react, a little speechless, "The black shadow I just saw running on the ground is the person opposite?"

Taoist Fang Zhang also gradually realized that the red light he saw earlier should be Lu Qingshan's flying sword...

This is the shortest fight in the dojo competition so far.

The interval between the two entering the small world and leaving the small world was no more than ten breaths.

What's even more absurd is that, even though the winner and loser have already been decided, the two of them didn't even see the whole picture of each other.

Lu Qingshan could at least see a dark shadow in the rainstorm, while Taoist Fang Zhang's eyes were completely blacked out, and he lost in a daze.

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The defeated Taoist Fang Zhang retreated dejectedly.

With only one strike, Lu Qingshan, who hardly lost much spiritual power, directly took out a Concentration Pill from the storage ring this time, and silently began to recover his consciousness.

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Five Realms who were still laughing before looked at Taoist Fang Zhang, and suddenly something was wrong.

I wanted to count on you to spend more time on Lu Qingshan's state, but you were so disappointing, not only didn't consume his spiritual power, but also gave him two hours to recover for nothing?

Even the monks in Zhongtianyu looked at Taoist Fang Zhang with complaints.

At this moment, no matter how determined Fang Zhang Taoist was, he would inevitably feel aggrieved by the complaining eyes of monks from the same camp.

I'm so unlucky, you still blame me?

Do you think I am willing?

Is it human?

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