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Chapter 204 The three-petaled lotus fan in the dark night enters the ninth level
The man wrapped in the cloak broke the window and jumped out of the house. What greeted him was Fang Jie's fist. The man in mid-air could no longer dodge, so he also punched.
The two fists collided hard, and then the two people flew backwards at the same time. At the moment when the fists collided, they even heard the bones of their arms groaning under the load. The moment he was about to land, the man was able to twist his body in mid-air to avoid a sword energy coming from behind.
After Fang Jie landed, he took three steps back before regaining his balance. He subconsciously glanced at his right fist.
The strength of the opponent's fist was actually as strong as Fang Jie's, but Fang Jie had a faint feeling that it was not all the power brought out by his inner strength. Fang Jie is more familiar with the power of muscles because he cannot practice. The feeling coming back from his right arm made him suspect that the physical quality of the guy opposite him was not much inferior to his own.
The ugly-faced man steadied himself, frowning slightly at the pain in his back. He had already dodged quickly enough, but Shen Qingshan's swift and sharp sword energy still left a scar on his back. The cloak was cut off and slowly fell not far from him.
In front of him was Fang Jie, and behind him was Shen Qingshan.
This is the most dangerous situation he has faced since entering Chang'an City.
Shen Qingshan's sword energy frightened him, and Fang Jie's fist also shocked him. He knew that Fang Jie was a difficult person to deal with, but he didn't expect that he had such a solid physique. There was inner strength in his fist just now. Although it was dispersed to deal with Shen Qingfan behind him, it was enough to make his already strong body even stronger.
However, this punch failed to break Fang Jie's arm.
Fang Jie¡¯s feeling is not too different. This ugly-faced man¡¯s arm does not have much internal energy. If not, there wouldn't be only a shallow blood mark on his back. If all the inner energy in his Qi Sea was concentrated on his fist, it might be injured, but I am afraid that the wound on his back may go straight to the inner palace at this time.
Fang Jie took a step forward and looked carefully at the man in front of him who finally showed his true face under the light. His face was so weird that people couldn't bear to look directly at it. Besides being dirty and disgusting, he also had distorted facial features. The skin on his face was old and lifeless, but there were no wrinkles.
"People from the Buddhist sect?"
Fang Jie asked.
The ugly-faced man shook his head and did not speak.
Fang Jie was silent, then pointed at the man's face and said: "You cover your face with such an ugly thing because you are afraid of being recognized. This is by no means your true face I have never been like this. You see such a young look on your old face, and you didn't speak because you were afraid that I would hear your voice. So we must have met before and now it's you who puts the disgust on your face. "Tear it off, or should I help you?"
The ugly-faced man grinned, but made no sound.
He also pointed at his face and shook his head.
Fang Jie looked at him and asked, "Don't you have the face to see people?"
A cold light flashed in the ugly-faced man's eyes, as if Fang Jie's words stung his scars. His eyes focused viciously on Fang Jie, as if he couldn't bear it and wanted to tear Fang Jie into pieces.
"Generally, hateful people must be pitiful. I really can't figure out what kind of past you have that would make you dress yourself up like this. If Sui Dynasty owes you, he kills people. , then why don't you seek revenge against those who owe you a favor? Would you feel a great sense of accomplishment by attacking some students from the Martial Arts Academy who are not as good as you? Orif it's the latter, you like the feeling of killing? All I can say is that you are a perverted lunatic."
Fang Jie didn¡¯t seem to be in a hurry to take action, but said some words that sounded unnecessary.
"he died!"
Finally, the ugly-faced man couldn't hold back his anger and roared. His voice was hoarse, probably to hide his true voice on purpose.
"Sure enough, you are just a clown."
Fang Jie sighed, then took another step forward. Without turning around, he said to the person standing behind him: "Bring me a knife, the best knife."
Ma Lilian, who was protected by more than a dozen veterans of many battles, subconsciously wanted to move forward, but was protected by personal soldiers. A soldier ran over and handed the sword in his hand to Fang Jie, then quickly withdrew and stood in front of Ma Lilian. Fang Jie weighed the sword in his hand, looked at the ugly-faced man and asked seriously, "Any last words?"
"I want you to die!"
The ugly-faced man roared angrily and rushed forward. While leaping forward, he flicked his left hand backwards, and a sharp finger pointed quickly at Shen Qingfan's forehead. Shen Qingshan did not dodge and frowned slightly. A sword energy struck out from somewhere and spread the finger force away. At the same time, she raised her hand and pointed at the back of the ugly-faced man.
There seemed to be something extremely cold in the air that quickly condensed and then turned into hundreds of sword energy. It was like there were hundreds of sharp swords floating in front of her, ready to go. When she suddenly straightened her fingers, those invisible long swords stabbed hard at the ugly-faced man's back like a meteor shower.
At the same time, the ugly-faced man dodged Fang Jie's moves and sword moves, twisting his body and punching Fang Jie's face. Fang Jie had no intention of dodging. The right hand holding the knife suddenly seemed to be broken. The blade dropped at an impossible angle and stabbed straight into the arm of the ugly-faced man.
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Just when Fang Jie¡¯s sword and Shen Qingshan¡¯s sword arrived almost at the same time. The ugly-faced man suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then a bright and holy three-petal lotus bloomed in his body. It seems that it is not a virtual thing at all, it is so real that even the process of petals blooming is so clearly visible.
The sword energy and the horizontal sword hit the lotus one after another, making a series of crisp sounds.
With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal knife was swung away. His right hand holding the knife was somewhat uncontrollable, and his right arm began to tremble slightly involuntarily. Behind the ugly-faced man, hundreds of sword energy hit a white lotus that was protecting the man's back like a rainstorm. The tinkling sound was endless, and the sword energy was unable to pierce the petals that looked crystal clear and as thin as cicada wings.
Fang Jie took a wrong step back, his face gradually becoming serious.
"Sure enough, it has something to do with that old bald donkey."
He snorted coldly, and the arm holding the knife gradually stabilized.
Shen Qingshan, who was standing behind the ugly-faced man, frowned slightly and kept pointing her finger at the ugly-faced man's back. The sword energy condensed in mid-air attacked continuously, like a continuous rain of stars. But what shocked her was that the seemingly vulnerable lotus actually blocked all the sword energy.
Both she and Fang Jie had heard about the time when the great red-robed priest Taoist Heji chased Chen Ya. At the most critical moment, it was a five-petaled white lotus that appeared out of thin air and saved Chen Ya's life. At that time, people didn't know who came to Chang'an City. Fang Jie saw this white lotus appear for the second time with his own eyes. That day, the old monk Zhizhi captured him and was surrounded by the proprietress, Zhuo Buyi and many other masters. When everyone was besieging him, the dazzling white lotus bloomed again.
For the first time, the repulsive force of the red-robed high priest Taoist Heji shook the cracks out of the two white lotuses. It was a full blow from a Taoist master, but it still failed to break the petals. The second time, the six masters struck together and shattered the white lotus, but the old monk Zhizhi took the opportunity to escape.
When the petals behind the ugly-faced man blocked the nine hundred and ninety-ninth sword energy, there was finally a soft clicking sound. A crack appeared on the petals and gradually spread. It was as if a skilled hand had used light ink to outline natural lines on the petals of the white lotus, making the lotus look even more beautiful.
But the price of beauty is high, and the lotus gradually splits.
Fang Jie let out a low roar, and a powerful impact erupted between his legs. He stepped into a deep pit on the ground, and the dust was instantly blown up. His figure rushed to the ugly-faced man at a speed that was difficult to trace with the naked eye, and then concentrated all the muscle power he could mobilize on his right arm. At this moment, the muscles of Fang Jie's right arm underwent tremendous changes. All the muscles are working in one direction, which is impossible for normal people to do!
With a bang, Fang Jie's horizontal sword slashed hard on a white lotus. The blade instantly shattered, and the white lotus was almost cut off with a very long gash.
The ugly-faced man wrapped in a three-petal lotus roared angrily and punched Fang Jie in the chest. Fang Jie had no time to retract his right arm, and quickly raised his left hand to grasp the ugly-faced man's fist. With a bang, Fang Jie's body was shaken and flew out like a cannonball.
Several soldiers from General Guide's Mansion tried to stop Fang Jie, but they were knocked to the ground.
A sharp pain spread from his left arm throughout his body, and Fang Jie even felt as if the bones in his left arm had been shattered. He stood up slowly and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
pity
He sighed inwardly.
"If he had brought the broken knife that the old cripple gave him, this knife would definitely split the lotus petal. But the Sui Dynasty's standard horizontal sword could not withstand Fang Jie's huge power and collapsed, nor could it match the strength of the lotus.compared to.
This ugly-faced man is so powerful that it makes one¡¯s heart palpitate.
At this moment, Shen Qingshan suddenly raised his arms. Her hair was dancing in the wind, and her long skirt also swayed. The air in the yard seemed to be slowly freezing, and in mid-air, it seemed as if a huge sword was slowly taking shape. This sword didn't seem to be perfect, just a prototype, but even so, the cold sharpness still stung the eyes of everyone in the yard. Although the sword is invisible, everyone can feel it.
Ma Lilian and the others couldn't bear the pressure and had to close their eyes. The two old stewards screamed at the same time, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of their eyes.
Fang Jie looked at Shen Qingfan in the distance in surprise, and then suddenly thought of a possibility.
Just when he was stunned, Shen Qingshan's raised arms suddenly waved forward. The two hands came together with a snap, and the invisible giant sword fell hard on the ugly-faced man like thunder. At this moment, people even had the illusion of hearing a loud roar of a dragon.
With a bang, centered on the ugly-faced man, the green bricks in the yard shattered, and the ground in the entire yard seemed to be suddenly covered by a spider web. The storm shook out in all directions, and dust and smoke suddenly rose. Like the sweep of a hurricane, the debris and dust are squeezed outward in an invisible, ever-expanding circle.
The white lotus split inch by inch, and all three petals were shattered!
At the same time, four streets away was the residence of an important court official. Zhuo Buyi, who was guarding another student who had attended Banyueshan, changed his expression and disappeared in a flash. The old lame man lying on the bench with his red sleeves waving in his arms on East 23rd Street, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly sat up and murmured four words.
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