As the sword light rushed up, Fang Che shouted: "The sword plays the pagoda!"

He also harnessed the light of the sword and soared into the sky. This time, he rushed directly seven feet into the air!

Then it spun in the air!

The light of the sword drew a large circle in the air, leaving a complete trace, and then a mountain of swords formed in front of him, like a pagoda!

The spire continues to form below, and the tower body above is getting thicker and thicker!

The violent murderous aura escaped.

It fell suddenly like thunder from heaven!

The power of this blow has even reached the level of Wuzong!

This sword is a set of sword skills that Fang Che obtained in his previous life; the three swords of Futu!

Since I had always used a sword in my previous life, I had never used it before.

Now, the first move is used!

Even though Ding Juran was born with a sword bone, how could he be the opponent of Fang Che, who had improved his cultivation several times? What's more, the murderous aura of this sword almost covered Ding Juran's whole body!

The light of the sword collided with the light of the sword, and with just two dings, the long sword snapped.

The Daoshan Pagoda suddenly fell!

Ding Jieran held the broken sword and staggered back, but his dead eyes burst out with fighting intent, and he kept waving the broken sword to resist the sword energy.

But it is obviously beyond its capabilities.

There was a trace of blood on the body, which was because the sword energy had scratched the skin.

Immediately, the broken sword was completely submerged in the light of the sword.

Seeing that Ding Juran was about to be cut to pieces by Fang Che.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a teacher appeared behind Ding Ziran. He grabbed Ding Ziran by the collar with one hand and threw him out, and stretched his other hand forward.

He actually penetrated Fang Che's sword light, and his two white fingers were like a little girl playing with the wings of a butterfly, gently and deftly holding the tip of the sword.

Clang!

The blade of the long knife twisted in mid-air, like a snake, pinched by seven inches.

The sword light suddenly disappeared.

Fang Che held a knife in one hand and stopped with his head and feet in mid-air.

The tip of the knife is in the teacher's hand.

After a stalemate for a blink of an eye, Fang Che turned over and fell down, sweating profusely. He exhaled first to dissipate the knife in his chest and said gratefully: "Thank you, teacher!"

The instructor let go of the tip of the knife and said with a smile, "Is this the uncontrollable move you mentioned?"

"yes."

Fang Che nodded and admitted, looking at the teacher with enthusiasm in his eyes, and said: "Teacher Xi is so powerful, he pinched it with two fingers... Now that I think of what he said before the war, the student is very blushing and ashamed."

The teacher laughed and said, "How many days have you been exposed to martial arts? To have this kind of cultivation, this kind of killing and fighting skills, and to be so proficient in them, it can be seen that you have really worked hard; when I was your age,

Not as powerful as you."

"The teacher is so humble. The students still have a lot to improve!"

Fang Che said.

Then he turned to look at Ding Juran and strode over: "Brother Ding, are you okay?"

Ding Jieran was still in shock, nodded and said: "I can't catch this sword."

Fang Che said: "As long as it's okay."

He said with a hearty smile: "Don't forget our agreement. Regardless of victory or defeat..."

A trace of struggle and a trace of hesitation flashed in Ding Jieran's eyes, and then he smiled and said: "Of course I won't forget... No matter we win or lose, we are all friends! In critical moments, we help each other and act as a shield for each other!"

Different from the sincerity and enthusiasm when Fang Che said these words; when Ding Juran said, "No matter whether we win or lose, we are all friends! In critical moments, we will help each other and serve as a shield for each other!"

, with a serious expression and a stiff and solemn voice.

When he came to the last four words "mutual barrier", his voice was even more solemn, like an oath.

And his dead eyes, as he spoke these words, instantly burned like flames.

This suddenly added a bit of color to his usually stiff face.

Amidst Fang Che's laughter, there was a snap.

The two palms struck each other in the air.

Fang Che looked cheerful and sincere.

Ding Juran's face was stiff, with a forced smile.

There's something strangely warm about it.

Off stage.

Mo Ganyun jumped up and screamed: "Count me in!"

Then he burst into laughter.

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Chapter completed!