Chapter 1020

"Who is this person?"

After the surroundings of the arena became quiet, there was an uproar immediately.

Many martial arts people looked at Wang Tianming as if they were looking at an idiot.

After all, Fang Xu is well-known as the thirteenth martial artist, a Dzogchen master! Definitely No. 1 on the Qianlong list!

How ignorant are the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, so that he directly invites the battle?

Although the move that this person kicked the ring master before was also very amazing, but compared with the proud son of heaven, there is still a lot of distance.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the Red Leaf Divine Monk looked at each other in surprise and shook their heads slowly.

A moment later, many eyes were projected on Fang Yuan, all with excited expressions.

Will this thirteenth martial artist accept the invitation to fight?

As soon as the white shadow flashed, Fang Yuan came to the arena with a calm expression: "If that's the case, come and lead me to death!"

"It turned out to be a battle of life and death?"

The divine monk looked pitiful and folded his hands together: "Two benefactors, don't hurt the peace of heaven!"

"Okay! A life-and-death battle is a life-and-death battle!"

Wang Tianming carried it on his back with both hands, only feeling that the will to fight was blazing.

"Amitabha, as soon as you think of evil thoughts, you will reap evil fruits!" The monk shook his head and sighed, and silently looked at Sect Master Tianjian, seemingly helpless, and seemed to have something else.

On the ring.

"This day... I, Wang Tianming, have been waiting for three full years!"

Although Wang Tianming's words were agitated, his martial arts stance was honed and immovable like a mountain. This is an instinct born of continuous hard training.

"Is it……"

The son of the world of the three-year contract is also interesting.

Fang Yuan thought lightly in his heart: "Let's see... how much surprise you can give me! Xuanbing Divine Palm!"

He slapped it with a palm, and the frost condensed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

"Drink, Seven Kill Tiger Roaring Fist!"

When Wang Tianming punched out, the wind roared, as if a tiger really was roaring.

boom!

The fists and palms intersected, and the bodies of both of them shook.

"Oh? Seven Killing Fist Intent? Drunk Taoist?"

Fang Yuan stood still and spoke slowly.

"This is……"

On the stage, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master's gaze brightened: "The Seven Kills Tiger Roaring Fist of the Drunken Taoist back then?"

"Also... to be able to compete with Mr. Fang Xu's Xuanbing Palm, he must have reached the point of comprehending the meaning of boxing. Is this son named Wang Tianming? He has also comprehended the artistic conception, and he is equal to Fang Xu. The realm of consummation!" Venerable Raging Fire stroked his beard: "I once owed Taoist Zui a favor, but I can't see his successor die here."

"Dzogchen!"

"So young, not under Fang Xu!"

...

After one move, the martial arts people in the audience immediately became noisy.

After three years of submerged training, no one asked, and became famous all over the world in one fell swoop!

No matter what, after this battle, Wang Tianming's reputation will surely spread throughout the world!

Even so, he didn't have any joy on his face, but instead focused on his enemy: "How is it? Fang Xu, do you regret giving me three years, and I caught up with you in just three years? It will leave you far behind!"

At this moment, his heart was filled with a kind of pleasure of revenge.

After the thought is clear, even the martial arts seem to go a step further and improve!

"Big words!"

Fang Yuan absorbed his own strength, his martial arts remained at the Dzogchen level, his artistic conception was at the subtle level, and he slapped out with another palm: "God's Palm of Aohan!"

"Drink! Seven Kills Fist Intent, Drunken Fist Intent, Seven Kills Drunken Fist!"

Wang Tianming hypnotized himself in an instant, his face flushed, his spirit seemed drunk, and when he punched out, the power was more than doubled than before?

"Drunk fist?"

There are also martial arts such as Drunken Fist in this world. Not only are their moves random and impossible to defend against, but the key is to obtain greater strength than usual through anesthesia and hypnosis, comparable to those born with supernatural powers.

The basics are here, coupled with the exquisite martial arts, the lethality is naturally unparalleled.

"That is……"

On the stage, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the others all had bright eyes: "You are so young, you can comprehend two kinds of artistic conceptions, and you can even combine them into one move, genius! Unrivaled genius!"

boom!

The fist and palm met for the second time, Wang Tianming remained motionless, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to take a step back.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Tianming looked up to the sky and screamed: "Fang Xu, today I want you to return ten times and a hundred times the shame you have brought me in the past!"

As if he had turned into a drunk tiger, he swooped ferociously, and every move was carried with boundless strength, forcing Fang Yuan to dodge continuously.

As for this scene, the onlookers were also completely silent.

"Xiao Yujian Fang Xu, are you going to lose? To an unknown rookie?"

"This newcomer is a bit fierce. Haven't you heard Jianzong's comment? He is born with great perfection and combines two artistic concepts. He is a peerless genius!"

"Too bad, Fang Xu is going to die!"

...

However, on the stage, Fang Yuan kept dodging, but despite Wang Tianming's attack, the stick of incense still stood tall, and even the hem of his clothes was not even touched.

"Huh?"

On the stage, the divine monk took the lead to stop the Buddha string in his hand: "There seems to be something wrong!"

"Hoo hoo..."

Wang Tianming stopped suddenly, and the drunkenness on his face also recovered.

"What? Is the real power exhausted too much?"

Fang Yuan's figure transformed, like a ray of breeze, erratic and rippling with the wind.

"What kind of movement technique is this...?"

Panting heavily, Wang Tianming asked.

"Water is beneficial to all things without fighting, weathering into the world without realizing it... This is my phantom body technique!"

Fang Yuan made up a name casually: "Do you think...you are the only one making progress?"

As he spoke, his figure was like a dream, and he flew forward.

"Seven kills the drunk tiger!"

Wang Tianming punched out, but Fang Yuan's figure was like a piece of paper, rippling with the wind of the fist, without any damage at all, instead it folded again, crashed into his arms, and pressed his palm on his heart.

puff!

Wang Tianming immediately took a few steps back, and knelt down on the edge of the ring, his face was blue, his lips were purple, his face was covered with frost, he was trembling, he was speechless.

"Tian Ming!!!"

Below the arena, Ling Xian'er looked at this scene, her eyes were tearing apart, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

Fang Yuan looked calm, took two steps forward, and raised his palm.

"Wait a minute!"

"Amitabha!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the divine monk said at the same time: "Forgive others and forgive them!"

"Hehe..." Fang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, and cast a cold glance: "Where were you when I was in danger before? The two of you were too helpful!"

Whizzing!

In a flash, the Heavenly Sword Sect Master and the divine monk had already arrived on the ring, their expressions solemn and vaguely guarded.

"Oh? It seems...you have a deep prejudice against me. This arena...was originally prepared for me, right? If this idiot doesn't come up, you will send your own people to find out about me?"

Fang Yuan asked with a sneer.

"Amitabha, the poor monk does have something, I want to ask the benefactor!" The divine monk put his hands together, glaring like a king: "Three years ago, on the third, nineteenth, and first day of the third month, where was the benefactor, can anyone prove it? "

"What?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Wang Tianming and Ling Xian'er suddenly exclaimed.

Because those few days were really fresh in their memory: "Master, what do you mean... the Lord of Changes?!"

"Yes, after many investigations by the old monk, the real body of the Variety Demon Lord is very likely to be the young master of the Junshan School, Xiao Yujian Fang Xu!" The monk clasped his hands together: "And just now, the body skills you showed , but there is an old friend who recognizes it!"

"Old man? Could it be the Unrivaled Demon Emperor?"

Fang Yuan smiled: "Unexpectedly, I am so proud of myself. In order to deal with me, you actually joined forces with evil!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was tantamount to admitting, and everyone in the martial arts world was in an uproar: "What? Fang Xu is the Lord of Changes?"

"This person's methods are cruel, and he has the danger of mountains and rivers in his chest!"

"I want to avenge my father!"

"So the enemy is here!"

Thousands of people point at it, and die without a disease!

Huge pressure fell on Fang Yuan immediately, but to him, it was just a breeze blowing on his face.

"Amitabha, this old man only has 30% certainty, so he let the Heavenly Sword Sect Master try you. Unexpectedly, the benefactor actually admitted it himself!"

The monk was also a little surprised.

"Hehe... because I have no scruples!"

Long before leaving, Fang Yuan arranged for Fang Tianhan and Jiang Xinlan to go far away. What's more, with his help, Fang Tianhan has been in a state of mind for three years, and has become a god-level warrior. Looking at the world, he can go anywhere.

In this way, there is no need to worry about it, and you can give it a go.

"Unrivaled Devil Emperor, haven't you shown up yet?"

Fang Yuan looked somewhere.

Boom!

The secret door exploded, and the Unrivaled Demon Emperor led a group of masters of the Demon Sect to come, with the same demeanor as before: "The Variety Demon Lord... the last time I lost to you, it has always been my shame. Today, I will learn from you again!"

"Very good, plus you, all the god-level fighters in the martial arts are here!" Fang Yuan nodded: "Not a bad trap!"

Wang Tianming stared blankly at this scene, not knowing what to feel in his heart.

'Fang Xu, your talent can surpass mine...'

A kind of unwillingness and resentment, like a poisonous snake, kept devouring his heart, but at the same time, there was some secret pleasure: 'But you are finished! You are a king of ever-changing demons, and you cannot tolerate both good and evil! You are dead today! '

As soon as he thought of this, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Divine Monk, guard your surroundings!"

The Unrivaled Demon Emperor strode forward, and every time he took a step, the aura on his body rose by 10%, and his voice was like thunder: "Fang Xu, the ever-changing demon king, I will learn your brilliant trick again!"

"snort!"

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, stepped forward without dodging, and the water and fire shield appeared on his body.

The Unrivaled Demon Emperor punched out and landed on the shield, but still couldn't break through the defense.

"Drink! You don't need to talk about the morals of the rivers and lakes with the evil devil heretics, let's go together!"

Just in an instant, there were two figures beside him, one holding a knife and the other wielding a sword. The weapons in their hands exuded a terrifying aura, and they were both at the level of a magic weapon!

Ranked seventh on the martial arts list, Sword Demon Wu Gemini! Ranked eighth on the martial arts list, King of Swords!

"Die!"

In this world, even Fang Yuan didn't dare to use his body to fight against the magic weapon. When he wiped his waist, the Drizzle Sword fell into his hand like a silver snake: "A sword of Qingfeng!"

call out!

With a flash of clear light, like a paoding dissolving an ox, he is submerged in the light of a sword.

Two muffled hums came, and the light suddenly faded.

Wu Shuangzi and King Xiang held their throats, their faces full of disbelief: "No...it's possible..."