Chapter 250 Arrogance

Across the endless yellow sand, there was a chilling and murderous feeling.

Fang Tingliang's face was tense, not daring to be careless.

"Break the sky and break the waves!"

He turned his wrist, like a fisherman turning the oars, and the sword tip immediately stirred up thousands of waves, magnificent and majestic.

Dong Xuerang's eyes were like an eagle, full of confidence and majesty.

The Great Freedom Sword Art has no fixed moves, and it can be done at will.

However, wherever the sword tip passed, the sword energy was crisscrossed, overbearing and unstoppable.

The sword energy lingered on his long sword, like a thick cylinder, sweeping across the air.

His body movements were also extremely agile, and he was like a free breeze, unrestrained.

With a loud bang!

In an instant, the surging waves were overturned, and the thousands of waves were in chaos.

"So strong!"

Fang Tingliang's breathing stagnated, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely cold.

His sword edge became obviously sluggish, and the sword light flickered, as if the long sword in his hand was heavy and difficult to swing.

The two fought for only a dozen rounds, and Dong Xuerang gradually gained the upper hand and formed a suppressive trend.

Anyone could see that Dong Xuerang's great freedom sword energy was more powerful and majestic, with a fearless will, unstoppable and unrestrained.

Fang Zhixing stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle without blinking, and he soon realized why Dong Xuerang was stronger?

To be precise, it was not Dong Xuerang who was stronger, but the great freedom sword technique was much better than the broken air and broken waves.

"The great freedom sword technique, similar to the blood-drinking magic knife, first liberates the human brain and touches the most mysterious spiritual realm."

Dong Xuerang's head has become a demon, which is equivalent to growing a brain, so he has mastered the powerful sword intent.

Just like the "killing intention shock" of the blood-drinking magic knife, before making a move, people just stand there and can gradually defeat the enemy's psychology.

However, the "Broken Sky and Waves" technique did not free the brain.

Therefore, Fang Tingliang did not master the magic of sword intent. His spirit was being continuously eroded by the strong sword intent, and he was tired!

As long as a person feels tired, he will naturally be mentally exhausted, and his movements will become slow.

Fang Tingliang had a hard time and was defeated step by step.

His face became more and more ugly, he was panting like a cow, and his eyes showed a sense of retreat.

But in the next moment!

Suddenly, a strong sword intent came like a tide and enveloped the two people in the battle.

Fang Tingliang only felt his whole body lighten, and the sword intent imposed on him was actually dispersed by another powerful will.

At the same time, Dong Xuerang frowned, and his whole body slowed down. He tilted his head in surprise and looked out of the field.

Next to You Buchou, there was a handsome young man who seemed to be less than 30 years old.

This man was as tall as a pine tree, with a sneer on his face, and his whole body was full of sword energy, arrogant.

Invisible sword intent surged out from his body, and his aura locked onto Dong Xuerang.

Seeing this, Fan Zhenglun shouted angrily: "Are all the people of Fenghaimen so shameless? You dare to blatantly interfere with the competition under my nose?"

You Buchou laughed and said: "You are allowed to play a round-robin match in Liuxu Sect, but I am not allowed to applaud and cheer for my own people in Fenghaimen?"

He turned to the general of the giant army, Lu Xuanxi, and bowed: "General Lu, please judge for me. My eldest disciple He Yixian was outside the field and released some sword intent. He just wanted to cheer for Fang Tingliang. Is this considered breaking the rules of the martial arts world?"

"He Yixian?"

Lu Xuanxi's mouth was crooked, looking at The line fell on the handsome young man, nodded and said: "I guess this is the sword genius who is praised as a once-in-a-century sword master, the disciple of Master You?"

He Yixian's face was full of pride, and he smiled: "General Lu is too flattering. In front of you, my skills are not worth mentioning."

Lu Xuanxi was very comfortable with this flattery, and smiled with his hands behind his back: "Well, I thought He Yixian had practiced for a short time, and Elder Dong's sword power was powerful and shocking. I guess he wouldn't care about this little sword intention."

Hearing this, Dong Xuerang looked aggrieved, his anger was beyond words, and his fingers holding the sword made a click.

Fan Zhenglun's face also darkened, and his long sword trembled, ready to go.

Just at this moment, another terrifying thought suddenly spread.

It was a pure killing intent, which spread to everyone with a bang, shocking people.

Everyone present felt a bone-chilling chill, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They instantly developed goosebumps and their hair stood on end.

Those below the Ninth Bull Realm froze and could not move. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

He Yixian was stunned for a moment, frowning tightly, and his eyes fell on a young man.

Fang Zhixing had a blank expression on his face, and a strong killing intent radiated out, covering the place, and everyone looked at him sideways.

His killing intent was not directed at a certain person, but at everyone, and everyone who saw it would be killed.

In a flash, He Yixian's sword intent was distorted and suppressed, just like a dilapidated bridge encountering a once-in-a-century flood, and it collapsed.

He Yixian was horrified and staggered, and his face quickly turned pale.

You Buchou was also shocked, staring at Fang Zhixing with his eyes wide open, frowning.

He had already figured out how many masters there were in Liuxu Palace.

But he didn't know this strange young man at all, and didn't know where he came from.

Lu Xuanxi looked at Fang Zhixing deeply, and was also confused for a moment.

After defeating He Yixian's sword intent, the terrifying killing intent immediately dissipated, and it stopped there.

"Good!"

Dong Xuerang was overjoyed, as if he had escaped from the cage, the Great Freedom Sword Art was running at high speed, releasing a powerful sword force to kill Fang Tingliang.

"You!"

Fang Tingliang coldly glanced at Fang Zhixing, cursing in his heart, and a look of resentment emerged in his eyes.

At the moment when this resentful look was cast at Fang Zhixing, the terrifying killing intent suddenly rushed over.

Fang Tingliang's whole body froze, and his whole body was nailed to the spot.

At this time, he was suppressing the sword intent and killing intent at the same time, and the whole person seemed to fall into a swamp and could not move.

Swish!

The sword light flashed across the sky!

Fang Tingliang widened his eyes, turned his eyeballs, and looked down.

It seemed that he wanted to see his neck.

Then his head suddenly fell down, face down, and fell headfirst into the sand.

Puff, puff~

Blood spurted out from the broken neck, blood splashed like rain.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the air became extremely quiet.

Everyone in Fenghaimen looked at each other, not expecting this result at all.

They hired the thug from the Luo family at a high price, and originally expected him to show his prowess, but they never expected that Fang Tingliang, this guy, was useless and was killed like this.

You Buchou's face was uncertain for a while, and he didn't wait to speak.

He Yixian suddenly jumped out and landed on the sand.

Dong Xuerang was immediately like facing a great enemy. He practiced the Great Freedom Sword Art completely by himself, and it was rare to be able to practice like this.

But He Yixian was different.

He had the guidance of his master and the practice experience and insights left by his predecessors.

It can be said that He Yixian's understanding and perception of the Great Freedom Sword Art was far above Dong Xuerang.

Not to mention, He Yixian is young and strong, with great potential, and is much better than Dong Xuerang in all aspects.

But at this moment, He Yixian did not have Dong Xuerang in his eyes. He only stared at Fang Zhixing, with a fierce fighting spirit and full of provocation.

He was caught off guard just now, so that his sword intent was dispersed by the killing intent, and he was naturally dissatisfied in his heart.

At this moment, he was eager to challenge Fang Zhixing and get back at him.

Seeing this, Lu Xuanxi asked curiously: "Master Fan, who is this young man?"

Fan Zhenglun's mouth twitched slightly, and it was not easy to introduce him for a while.

Fang Zhixing answered to himself: "My name is Fang Zhixing. I was originally a casual cultivator in the Jianghu. I was appreciated by Sect Master Fan and was recruited as a guest official of the Liuxu Sect."

Fan Zhenglun said: "Guest official Fang has outstanding talent. He is only seen once in a thousand years. He is not comparable to someone who only appears once in a hundred years."

Lu Xuanxi understood, and a hint of amusement appeared on his face. He smiled and said: "He Yixian seems to want to learn from you. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Fang Zhixing didn't say anything nonsense and walked into the sand calmly.

Seeing this, Dong Xuerang immediately withdrew.

He Yixian looked at Fang Zhixing for a few times with a disdainful expression, and shouted: "Just based on you, how dare you claim to be only once in a thousand years?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head and smiled indifferently: "I am not only once in a thousand years."

He said word by word: "I am one in ten thousand!"

He Yixian couldn't help but pause for a moment, and didn't know what expression to make.

"Haha, where did this arrogant guy come from!"

You Buchou laughed dumbly and said contemptuously: "The Liuxu Sect has really declined. They dare to accept anyone."

Lu Xuanxi smiled without saying anything, looking like he was watching the fun.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you be arrogant!"

He Yixian was furious. He held the long sword horizontally in his left hand and slowly drew the sword out of the sheath with his right hand.

As the sword body left the sheath little by little, the world was filled with a harsh sword sound.

The air vibrated violently, and the buzzing sound was endless.

Fang Zhixing ignored this and took off his shirt by himself, revealing his enviable muscular chest.

The next moment, his whole body swelled up, and his body rose to eight meters away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The huge muscle group filled the entire chest, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

Six blood-colored tentacles over nine meters long rose from behind him and danced wantonly in the sky.

Every time the blood-colored tentacles shook, an indescribable force was released, shaking the air fiercely.

The vibration sound became even louder, instantly covering up the buzzing sound of the sword.

He Yixian took a deep breath, his expression could not help but solemn. Before the fight started, he had already lost in momentum.

So, he decided to take the initiative without any courtesy, after all, the first move is the strongest.

He was seen shaking, sprinting, and circling around Fang Zhixing quickly, and his blurry figure was everywhere.

"Take my sword!"

In vain, He Yixian sacrificed a sword.

There was no surprise. His sword power was indeed above Dong Xuerang. The arc-shaped sword light was as strong as the sun, and the aggressive sword power was incomparable and magnificent.

The Great Freedom Sword Art, this person lived up to the name of a genius, and he really mastered some of the fire.

Fang Zhixing raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, without even looking at it.

Six bloody tentacles were raised high and smashed down in six directions at the same time.

Rumble~

The earth shook violently, and the sand was blown up.

Horrible hurricanes were set off, sweeping in all directions, tearing and destroying everything caught.

"Ah~"

A scream was heard in the chaotic sand and dust.

You Buchou's face changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head and saw a figure in the air, wrapped in a hurricane, spinning wildly. Who else could it be but He Yixian?

He Yixian's robe was torn, his headband was bandaged, and his hair was disheveled, like a fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind, with no power to fight back.

After a moment, the hurricane naturally dissipated.

With a bang!

He Yixian fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, leaving a large human-shaped pit.

He climbed up with difficulty, knelt on one knee, and stuck his sword into the ground.

His messy hair covered half of his face, revealing only one eye drowned in fear.

His nostrils and corners of his mouth slowly oozed a trace of blood.

"Ah, this?!"

In this scene, everyone in Fenghaimen was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief.

No matter how they imagined, they could not guess that He Yixian was so embarrassed by Fang Zhixing in just one encounter.

"How could it be..."

You Buchou's heart tightened, and only he realized something and hurriedly took a step forward.

"Hey, Master You, wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Fan Zhenglun stepped in and blocked You Buchou.

"Get out of the way!"

You Buchou's face was anxious, and he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled out half of it.

Fan Zhenglun was not to be outdone, and immediately made a quick move to draw the sword.

The two of them were on the verge of a fight!

But almost at the same time, Fang Zhixing suddenly made a move, and six bloody tentacles hit He Yixian head and face.

"I'll fight you!"

There is a great terror between life and death. He Yixian burst out with a strong desire to survive and forced himself to mobilize all his strength.

However, he suddenly found that he couldn't use his strength.

In doubt, he looked at his body, and this look was terrible.

The skin all over his body turned black at some point, the muscles in his body were melting, and the internal organs felt a tingling pain.

"I, am poisoned?!"

He Yixian blinked, and blood flowed from his eyes.

In the blurred vision, six bloody tentacles, like the hem of the god of death, covered his head.

"No, no!"

He Yixian was terrified, and for a moment, endless reluctance and despair engulfed his heart.

Peng~

The sword genius once in a century fell.

He Yixian's whole body exploded and turned into blood mist.

"Ah, show mercy!"

Just when You Buchou drew his sword from the sheath, a trembling roar came out of his throat.

But unfortunately, everything happened too fast.

His apprentice He Yixian was almost killed instantly.

At the moment before his death, He Yixian did not even make any resistance or escape movements.

If a dignified late Jiuniu realm wanted to escape, who could stop him?

Why didn't He Yixian escape?

Everyone was puzzled for a while, and they just felt that Fang Zhixing was too terrifying.

Killing is as easy as breathing.

But this is not over yet!

After Fang Zhixing killed someone casually, the blood spilled on the ground, the blood in Fang Tingliang and He Yixian's bodies, all washed out and gathered at his feet.

The six blood-colored tentacles absorbed the blood and grew again, all reaching ten meters.

Moreover, the seventh blood-colored tentacle also grew out.

After all, Fang Tingliang and He Yixian were both in the late stage of the Nine Ox Realm, and their blood was definitely a great supplement.

You Buchou's heart trembled, and he felt an indescribable murderous intent locking on him.

He and Fang Zhixing looked at each other.

Fang Zhixing had a sneer on his lips, and said coldly: "Since you are here, just stay."

His figure shook, and suddenly moved behind the people of Fenghaimen.

Seven blood-colored tentacles hit them at the same time.

"Ah!"

The people of Fenghaimen were shocked, and before they could react, the light above their heads was completely blocked by seven blood-colored tentacles.

The terrifying and twisted shadow covered the sky and the earth.

Boom~

A piece of blood and flesh flew everywhere!

The disciples brought by You Buchou this time were all the elite forces of Fenghaimen.

They were all in the Nine Ox Realm, with rich combat experience and young and energetic.

This move was so big that it was really an opportunity not to be missed.

After all, today's event was led by Lu Xuanxi, the general of the giant army.

You Buchou and others naturally made their wishful thinking. They thought that as long as Lu Xuanxi, the general of the giant army, assisted from the side and forced the Liuxu Sect to surrender, it would be a sure thing.

How could there be any accidents?

At this moment, all the masters of the Nine Ox Realm of Fenghaimen suffered a devastating disaster.

The early and middle stages of the Nine Ox Realm could not withstand Fang Zhixing's attack. They were directly crushed one by one, their bodies exploded, turned into a ball of blood mist, and merged into the blood-colored tentacles.

The seventh blood-colored tentacle grew rapidly, increasing to more than eight meters in length in the blink of an eye.

With just this one hit, more than 20 people from Fenghaimen were killed or injured, and only two people in the late Nine Ox Realm survived.

They fled relatively quickly and were not hit directly by the blood-colored tentacles.

But the shock force emitted by the blood-colored tentacles did affect them.

The two were very uncomfortable, their blood was churning, and their faces were ashen.

"Fang Zhixing, stop it!"

In this situation, You Buchou's eyes were bloodshot, he screamed, and saliva spurted out.

But Fang Zhixing ignored it, rushed forward, and seven blood-colored tentacles hit the two people in the late Nine Ox Realm at the same time.

"Master, save me!"

"Fang Keqing, spare me, I give up!"

The two people in the Nine Ox Realm were terrified and had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Are you kidding? He Yixian was so powerful, but he was easily killed by others. It would be useless for the two of them to resist.

So!

One of them asked You Buchou for help, and the other asked Fang Zhixing for mercy.

But You Buchou was blocked by Fan Zhenglun and could not rescue him.

Fang Zhixing was ruthless and smashed them both.

The seventh blood-colored tentacle swelled again and quickly grew to ten meters.

Then, the eighth blood-colored tentacle emerged and grew to ten meters in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the ninth blood-colored tentacle followed closely and grew to more than six meters in one breath.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and felt unprecedented strength.

"Awesome!"

He laughed heartily, his eyes turned, and stared at You Buchou.

This look made You Buchou subconsciously take a half step back, with a look of horror on his face.

However, Fan Zhenglun, Dong Xuerang and other members of the Liuxu Sect were shocked and overjoyed.

They could never have imagined that Fang Zhixing was so powerful.

With his own strength, he killed more than 20 elites of Fenghaimen, crushing them with overwhelming force!

"Strong, too strong!"

"Awesome!"

"Killing people and strengthening himself, what a devil, fortunately he is on the side of my Liuxu Sect!"

The people of Liuxu Sect were simply laughing, cheering and jumping for joy, and the haze between their brows was swept away.

"Who is this person?"

Lu Xuanxi was no longer calm, and his expression could not hide the panic.

He brought a group of people from Fenghaimen directly to the door, which was equivalent to tearing his face with Liuxu Sect, and he was determined to win.

Who would have thought...

Fang Zhixing stepped forward, and the nine blood-colored tentacles danced wildly, shaking the air to twist and frantically.

Seeing this scene, You Buchou couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his face soon became gloomy.

He raised his sword and pointed it at Fang Zhixing, his heart aflame with anger, and roared: "Okay, okay, you are so cruel! If I don't kill you today, I, You Buchou, will not be able to survive in the martial arts world in the future."

"Haha, You Buchou, why are you so anxious?"

Fan Zhenglun laughed heartily, "The gate of my Liuxu Sect is not open to anyone who wants to come, nor is it open to anyone who wants to leave."

He winked at Fang Zhixing, "Be careful, the sword in his hand is called 'Congxin', which is a level 4 sword!"

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows slightly. To be honest, he had never seen a level 4 weapon before, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The length of the Congxin sword is only 1.5 meters, the sword body is as smooth as water, and the sword edge is as thin as a cicada's wing.

At first glance, there is nothing magical about it.

Of course!

Fang Zhixing is now in the late stage of the Nine Ox Realm. Facing You Buchou, who is at the peak of the Nine Ox Realm, he naturally will not have any contempt.

So!

Fang Zhixing trembled all over, and changes appeared on his body again.

A layer of fine jade scales grew on the surface of the blood-colored tentacles.

Four breaths of different colors spewed out, lingering around the nine blood-colored tentacles.

Inside the blood-colored tentacles, the power of hundreds of poisons gathered under the skin, ready to be released at any time to give the enemy a fatal blow.

All this happened in an instant.

Fang Zhixing's whole body was full of power, exuding a dangerous aura that made people shudder.

You Buchou's heart skipped a beat. He never thought that Fang Zhixing had not yet exerted his full strength.

Is this man a monster? !

How could he have so many trump cards!

What frightened him even more was that the old man Fan Zhenglun was watching him covetously.

"Two against one?"

You Buchou was unsure and suddenly turned to Lu Xuanxi, shouting: "General Lu, Liuxu Sect bullied me so much, please do me justice."

Lu Xuanxi had a tangled expression. After weighing the pros and cons, he said indifferently: "Humph, you Fenghai Sect took the initiative to come to provoke today, didn't you expect that you would be shut out? This is a grudge between your two major sects. As the general of Jubing, it is not convenient for me to intervene in the affairs of the martial arts world."

"You..."

You Buchou was stunned and said angrily: "Lu Xuanxi, you are turning your face and not recognizing me, right? It was obviously you who instigated me to come here."

"Bullshit!"

Lu Xuanxi didn't blush and waved his sleeves and said: "Master You, don't slander me. I advise you to think carefully about how to end today."

You Buchou was furious and glared at Lu Xuanxi angrily, but he was helpless.

The next moment!

Fang Zhixing rushed out with full strength, and nine blood-colored tentacles smashed towards You Buchou without reservation.

"Cut from the heart!"

You Buchou's body immediately shook.

He did not release any sword energy, but poured all the sword energy into the sword from the heart.

In an instant, the sword from the heart vibrated wildly, and it actually grew into a long and wide broadsword, more than ten meters long. In the hand, it was as flexible as an embroidery needle.

You Buchou jumped high, raised the sword with both hands, and chopped down vertically!

At this moment, the sword from the heart shone brightly, and the sword energy lingered on the surface. The sharpness was incomparable, shocking the world.

"Humph, do you think you are the only one with a level 4 sword? Try the sharpness of my Liuxu Sect's treasure, the 'Floating Life Sword'!"

Fan Zhenglun jumped up and risked his life to fight.

The long sword in his hand shook violently, and suddenly swelled up, bursting out a six-color sword light, and met the heart sword, head-on!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the two broadswords collided in the air, and the broken sword energy suddenly collapsed and scattered.

The sky darkened!

The chaotic sword light swept in all directions, brilliant and unbearable.

However, this still couldn't stop the nine bloody tentacles.

Bang!

You Buchou was first entangled by Fan Zhenglun, and then hit on the back by the blood-colored tentacles.

"Wow~"

You Buchou felt the terrifying force of at least 900,000 jins coming at him, which shook his whole body and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Kill!"

Fan Zhenglun was extremely excited, and he used his power desperately to entangle You Buchou tightly.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Zhixing beat You Buchou crazily, with a continuous sound of bangs.

Nine blood-colored tentacles blocked all spaces, leaving him nowhere to escape. The shock force was like a terrifying hurricane, sweeping across the entire space, and every blow was causing damage!

"General Lu, save me!"

You Buchou kept spitting blood, his voice trembling, and begging desperately.

Lu Xuanxi's face twitched violently, but he looked at it indifferently and ignored it.

In a short while, You Buchou could no longer bear it, and his whole body exploded.

The thick blood mist merged into the blood-colored tentacles that killed him.

The ninth blood-colored tentacle then suddenly grew to ten meters...