Fang Zhengzhi is rarely so enthusiastic about a battle that has almost no chance to win. Some of the reasons are because the squandering feels quite good.

And more of the reason is that his opponent is Nangong Hao.

Many people cannot understand this feeling, but if you explain it in a simple way, it is actually easy to imagine it. For example, if you bully an unknown gangster on the street and win, will you feel a sense of accomplishment?

Of course there are, but not too many.

But what if this is a famous hero in people's mind? For example: Dongfang will definitely be defeated, Ximen will not blow snow, you can rush with a pot, etc.

Nangong Hao, a person who became famous four years ago and was regarded as the number one talented man in the world by the people of the Daxia Dynasty, has a full realm.

But I am here with myself, in front of tens of thousands of soldiers?

It is unlikely that Fang Zhengzhi would say that he didn't want to cut a few more swords.

But

Just as he was chopping up and in full swing, he felt a chill of coldness pressing down from above.

"Sneak attack?!" Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously raised his head. After all, this is almost a subconscious idea for a person who specializes in sneak attacks.

However, he did not find anything.

If he really wanted to say something, he saw a ray of sunshine. The sunshine that fell from the sky was a little bright and slightly dazzling.

Next, he felt an extremely sharp stinging sensation coming from his chest.

Like a needle or a sword.

In fact, what Fang Zhengzhi didn't know was that when he looked up, a silver light had actually reached his chest.

Of course, the sword of worshipping the stars cannot make people feel chill in advance.

Or, when you feel the chill, in fact, everything is over, because the sword has already stabbed out, as for the chill

That is the oppression that comes only after the sword is stabbed out.

Fang Zhengzhi felt the sneak attack, but he could not avoid the sword, because the sword was too fast, so fast that he could not even react.

The cold intention of killing rose at this moment and scattered unscrupulously. The originally dusty field suddenly seemed to condense, and the dust stopped instantly, looking a little strange.

But if you look carefully, you will find that every grain of dust is covered with white frost, and it is no longer dust, but ice.

On the Fenggu Cliff, Yun Qingwu's eyes quietly looked at the dust that suddenly turned completely white. Her pink lips opened and closed gently, and her slender fingers slightly clasped, as if she was saying something.

However, even the man in black who was closest to her could not hear a trace of sound.

Of course, the reason here is somewhat related to Yun Qingwu's voice being too small, but more of the reason is that their eyes are now staring at the area that has turned white.

From condensation to frost falling to the ground.

This process did not take too long, but for Yun Qingwu, it was a kind of waiting, an extremely peaceful waiting.

In fact, from the moment when the star of the man was gone, she was waiting.

Waiting for this sword, it really fell down.

Now

The sword fell, between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzhi, or rather, the sword fell on Fang Zhengzhi's chest, and everything was as she guessed.

So, does it mean that everything is over?

The frost fell on the ground like raindrops, making a slight sound, very light, and it was almost impossible to hear.

Compared with the sound of the ice falling to the ground, the talented men's breathing sounds are obviously much louder.

Of course they did not see the light falling from the sky, but when the light fell between Nangong Hao and Fang Zhengzheng, they could not see it.

The chill shrouded the land, and also shrouded the hearts of talented men.

They didn't know where the light came from, nor why the light came from, but they vaguely knew that it was not a good thing to fall such a light in this crisis southern region.

"First and upright!"

A voice sounded in the crowd, which was a little cold, but the tone seemed extremely anxious.

Unlike other people's shock, when Yan Xiu saw this light falling, his only thought in his heart was, how about Fang Zhengzhen?

Fang Zhengzhi didn't know what Yan Xiu was thinking now. If he knew, he would definitely answer, it was not very good, and it was not very good.

In fact, Fang Zhengzheng has always had a different idea than the people in this world.

That is, if you can avoid being injured, try not to be injured. If you can avoid fighting, try not to fight. So, when both of these two try to become bubbles at the same time, you ask him next to you, okay? How about it?

In fact, the answer is not required at all.

Fang Zhengzhi had seen Baixing, so when a figure appeared in front of him, and there was a bright red magic eye on his forehead, the only thing he could do was

"Blessing star, I'm so mad!"

Fang Zhengzheng rarely scolds such vulgar words. Generally speaking, he will choose more elegant curses, such as 美国国, **, and so on.

But this time, he really felt that the only thing he could express his emotions was the most vulgar and humiliating sentence.

Next, a blood arrow spurted out from his mouth.

The bright red blood sprayed into the air like fog, and then slowly fell on a snow-white ground, printing a few bright red "flowers" on it.

A person who has the same mood as Fang Zhengzheng is Guanxing, because he also wants to scold people now. Of course, this sentence is a bit problematic, or rather, Guanxing is a demon.

For humans, demons are evil and alien.

But for demons, demons are noble and are the natural masters of the world.

Therefore, for noble demons, they rarely curse people. At least, under normal circumstances, they will not curse people, at most, just kill people.

But Baixing really wants to scold him now.

Not only was Fang Zhengzheng insulted his mother very directly, but the bigger reason was that he clearly stabbed Fang Zhengzheng in this sword, but Fang Zhengzheng seemed to be not dead yet?!

Of course, the sword of Baixing did not pierce the sky.

Even if the sword was a little more difficult than he thought, for example, when his sword stabbed Fang Zhengzhi's chest, the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand suddenly appeared in front of his sword for no reason.

For example, there was a crystal clear sword piercing from the side of his sword tip, which made him feel an illusion that the sword did not belong to him in an instant.

But these are all difficult to worship the stars.

He finally stabbed this sword.

He picked up the sword that was blocking Fang Zhengzhi in front of him and stabbed forward with Nangong Hao's sword that stabbed from the side, with the sword edge not tilted at all.

But just as his sword stabbed Fang Zheng's upright chest.

But I felt a kind of hardness, a kind of hardness that does not belong to the human body, that was a kind of metal, a kind of metal that was so hard that it could block his sword.

But Fang Zhengzhi only wore a leopard-print animal leather jacket?

Where did the metal come from?

Unless Fang Zhengzhi has a soft armor on his body, a soft armor that is enough to save his life.

Of course

No matter what the reason is, it has become a fact that Baixing’s sword did not stab Fang Zhengzheng to death, and it is a fact that he has to admit.

Nangong Hao looked at Baixing. He did not look at Baixing's appearance or the sword in Baixing's hand. He only looked at the bright red magic eye on Baixing's forehead.

So, his sword took action again.

Without hesitation.

What is different from when he treated Fang Zhengzheng, his sword was no longer silent, but with a low and thunderous roar.

It was a dragon roar, a dragon roar that erupted after being pressed down for a long time.

At this moment, the frost around it seemed to be inspired, condensed towards the Wuwei Sword in Nangong Hao's hand at an incredible speed.

Finally, it turned into a chill again, a cold chill.

"Sing!"

Baixing always knew that Nangong Hao was very strong, but when he saw this sword, he still showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Because, he could feel that even he had to resist Nangong Hao's sword with all his strength.

"boom!"

Baixing's body quickly retreated ten steps, and finally stood still, looked at Nangong Hao, and then to Fang Zhengzhi who was standing beside Nangong Hao.

He always thought his sword was fast.

However, it was not until today that he realized that under the Wheel Realm, there was another person's sword as fast as his sword, and that person's name was Nangong Hao.

If it weren't for the sword that Nangong Hao stabbed from the side, Baixing would have confidence and would have been able to penetrate no matter how hard the soft armor Fang Zhengzhi was wearing.

Of course, this matter has passed.

Baixing thought that he could not fail was blocked by Fang Zhengzhi's sword, and was stabbed from the side by Nangong Hao's sword. In the end, he was protected by the soft armor on Fang Zhengzhi's body.

I have to say

This blow is a bit big for Baixing.
To be continued...