Now, Fang Hong's guess was even more certain, and this person really had another purpose.

However, judging from the body movements that this person just dodged, he was particularly unfamiliar and I don’t remember seeing them anywhere. In short, there is no such thing in the mainstream body movements of the Zhushen Pavilion.

Moreover, this person's cultivation level has at least reached the Tianyuan realm. Among the masters who came from all over the world at this banquet, there were also Tianyuan strong men, but not many. Fang Hong still vaguely remembered the appearance and figure of those people, and there was absolutely no such person.

"Catch me? Haha, then you have to see if you have the ability." Fang Hong raised the tip of his sword and said lightly.

The man in black was slightly stunned. He really couldn't feel any breath movement. In other words, Fang Hong did not use any technique to convert his vital energy since he opened it, or to put it bluntly, there was no vital energy to mobilize at all.

He has not seen people with strong physical fitness before. There are quite a few people who have taken some heavenly treasures, immortal elixirs and spiritual medicines to obtain a strong body. However, getting a strong body too early is not a good thing for cultivation. If the body is strong, the setbacks and pains that can be encountered during the cultivation process will be much smaller. In this way, how can we use to train our spirits?

So he has never been afraid of dealing with such a person. However, when facing Fang Hong, he felt a strange feeling, as if he was staring at an eagle. If he didn't move, the eagle was an eagle, and there was nothing scary. But as long as it moved, the consequences would be very serious, and it would definitely be a killing with one blow.

Why do you feel this way when facing a person who has no vitality? The man in black can't figure out. Where does Fang Hong's sharp aura come from? Where does that kind of confidence that is calm in the face of danger come from?

It is said that strength is proportional to self-confidence, but the man in black cannot feel how powerful Fang Hong is now, but he can clearly feel the confidence to win.

For a moment, the man in black actually left and didn't know where to start, whether to attack in a straight line, or use his body skills to defeat the enemy in an instant? Fang Hong was just one stop, just one stop, and could not find any flaws on his body. He gave people a sense that wherever he attacked, he would be subjected to a crazy counterattack.

"It's really special. No wonder the rumors are so mysterious. It seems that you are indeed a little powerful." The man in black nodded and stretched out his hand, and then he was a black sword.

As soon as the black sword came out, a thin layer of black mist suddenly spread within a hundred feet of the surrounding area. The black mist had no smell, but it made people feel very wet, just like the biogas emitted by many things that had rotted for thousands of years.

Seeing this, Fang Hong felt nervous. If the other party was empty-handed, he could rely on his body skills and the top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand to resist it. But the other party took out a weapon, which would have widened the gap in strength.

The other party took out the long sword and swept it casually. There would definitely be a powerful sword aura and strong wind, which would not be able to fight against it using the strength of the body. As long as the sword aura was streaked across the body, without the protection of the body, I would probably be cut into two pieces. Even if Fang Hong's body was astonishingly powerful, he would inevitably be dismantled.

"This sword is called the Black Demon Sword. It is a top-grade eight-star spiritual weapon. After it was successfully refined, it was hidden in the ancient forest swamp for 20,000 years. It was obtained by me when I went out last year. Today I will use your blood to nourish the sword body. It is said that the stronger the body, the hotter the blood is. It is best to use it to sacrifice the sword." The man in black took out the long sword, but did not take the lead in attacking, but introduced the origin of his spiritual sword first.

Fang Hong was always preparing, but he didn't expect that the other party would play this trick first, which caught him off guard. You should know that he had just pulled out a top-grade spiritual sword from the blood bracelet and didn't even have time to read the name. Reporting the name of his weapon is a kind of respect for his opponent.

However, now that the man in black has signed up, how did Fang Hong get the gift?

"The Black Demon Sword is very good. My skilled weapon was destroyed, but this sword is to commemorate the treasure blade. Therefore, this sword is called the top eight-star spiritual weapon of the Tengyun Sword." Fang Hong waved the sword in his hand, and while saying this, he remembered Xiaoxuan.

If Xiaoxuan is still there, the Swallowing Cloud Sword can definitely be said to be invincible among spiritual weapons. Even if it is a quasi-quality or a true-quality product, as long as it is a spiritual weapon, Xiaoxuan can suppress them fiercely.

When the Swallowing Cloud Sword was in hand, Fang Hong was already used to it, and now he started fighting again, but he had no weapons. Now Xiaoxuan's remaining consciousness is still in Fang Hong's sea of ​​consciousness, very down-to-earth, without any movement, as if this is her lifelong pursuit.

"I didn't expect that the disciples of the Zhu Shen Pavilion would understand such etiquette. Haha, it's not right. Although you are a disciple of the Zhu Shen Pavilion, you inherit the mantle of the Demon Blood Sea Demon Cliff, which is really laughing." The man in black said disdainfully, and then he danced gently in his hand, and some bright fire came out of the black sword.

...Hmph, in this way, you should also be a person who understands such etiquette? I wonder which of the three demon sects are you? Panluo Demon Sect or Demon Evil Sect?" Fang Hong used the Liuyun Step technique and suddenly flew to the side, as if he was moving in an instant. Then, his figure floated vaguely, competing for the initiative, and attacked first, and each sword was ponging to the other party's vital points.

Although the two of them just now have polite gifts to those who have used the cultivation of their pride, this does not mean that the two can shake hands and unite. Etiquette is etiquette, and fighting is fighting, and the two will not be affected by each other at all.

Fang Hong took the lead in attacking, and his moves were in key positions, and each sword had a sharp murderous aura. The man in black was shocked. Unexpectedly, Fang Hong rushed up again without using his energy. Moreover, among these sword moves, he didn't know which move was a real move, which move was a virtual move, and he had no idea if he wanted to block it. If he didn't block it, he would be hit again.

Both of them had eight-star spiritual weapons in their hands. Even if they were wiped with eight-star spiritual weapons by an ordinary weak scholar, they would still be injured. Therefore, the man in black did not want to be hit head-on by Fang Hong's sharp sword force, which was not fun.

But Fang Hong did not use his vital energy, and he really couldn't figure out what was going on. Logically, even if he took some spiritual medicine from heaven and earth, it would be so strong that his physical fitness would be very strong, but due to the medicinal power, some vital energy would be generated. But why didn't Fang Hong use it? Could he be a freak, the kind of person who cannot practice Yuangong?

Fang Hong did not use his vitality. The man in black was also a little guilty. He did not use his vitality, but used his own body skills and sword moves to compete with Fang Hong for the fight.

If that's the case, Fang Hong has the advantage. His body is stronger than the opponent, his moves are much faster than the opponent, and his body movements are extremely fast. There is only one move within the ten swords to defend, and all the other nine moves attack.

Suddenly, a jingling sound came from the woods, especially compact, and even more lively than a large refining factory.

The more he fought, the more strange the man in black felt. At first he thought Fang Hong had some reservations, but over time, he found that Fang Hong really didn't have any energy.

"Haha, it seems that I was frightened by you!" After saying that, the man in black suddenly released a wisp of black energy, and the long sword in his hand seemed to burn black flames.

"It turned out to be the magical magic skill of the Demon Sect possessed by the Demon Sect. This kid is from the Demon Sect. The man in black just used his Yuan Gong and was recognized by Gui Qu at a glance.

Although the Blood Sea Demon Cliff was not established for a long time, Gui Que has taught all the Zhen sects of various major sects in the world. This is also the only reason why one of the nine Yuanmen’s four demon sects can be called the Blood Demon Emperor.

The only three remaining demon sects were surrendered by Gui Que at the beginning. Although they did not plunder the other party's Zhensan Yuangong, he knew very well about the special skills of these skills.

Fang Hong did not speak out, and the other party used his Yuangong, so his advantage would be gone.

Sure enough, the black energy on the Black Demon Sword greatly enhanced the power of the Black Demon Sword. Every time the sword swept out, a strong sword aura shot out. Wherever the sword aura arrived, the trees were broken.

Fang Hong hurriedly protected his body with the Mad Fog Sword, but even so, he was swept across his shoulder by the omnipresent sword wind and cut off a piece of skin.

Blood suddenly flowed down, dyeing Fang Hong's master's shirt red. But he didn't even frowned, as if the one who was cut off was not his shoulders at all.

"So calm!" The man in black retracted his sword, then slashed the air, and suddenly, the sword aura, like a wave, rushed towards Fang Hong.

He also grasped the strength of this sword. He came today to test, not to kill people. If he had killed people, he would have killed them with all his strength long ago, so why would he waste time?

Fang Hong took a few steps back, but where was the speed of the sword aura? Such a huge sword aura rushed forward and was invisible. He didn't even know where to defend, and he didn't even know where to defend.

In desperation, Fang Hong quickly took out a piece of spiritual curse thunder jade from the blood bracelet and threw it out without thinking.

Thunder Jade is a spiritual spell prop that can kill a large range of damage. The method of refining is very simple, but the materials are very rare. It is a single item used, and it will be gone if it is exploded.

Fang Hong himself only had a dozen pieces, but he found them together when the Hongxia Empire was looking for the dry yellow sand. He has never been used. But today it is a critical moment and he has to use them.

"Bang! Boom" a dull thunder sounded, and the entire woods were blown into a circular charred area by the strong explosion, which was a size of a hundred feet.

"Oh no! Why is there such a big noise? What exactly is it? The man in black tightened his heart. Such a huge voice might have alarmed others. If someone arrives at the Zhushen Pavilion, then he will be in trouble.

...Hmph, Fang Hong, I won't hold back this time!" The man in black shouted loudly, picked up his sword and flew away, rushing into the smoke and dust. Fang Hong could not see him, but his spiritual sense locked Fang Hong, so no matter how big the smoke and dust was, he could still find the accurate target.
Chapter completed!