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    "Where is Fang Ling? Do you have the guts to come here and fight!" Huo Dongjie's voice sounded like thunder in the void.  Following Huo Dongjie's words, everyone looked towards the location of Wusheng Ridge.

    At this time, Huo Dongjie stood with his head held high, scanning the surroundings with lightning eyes, as if he could compete with anyone in the world.  At the bottom of Wusheng Ridge, many young female monks looked at Huo Dongjie with longing expressions. Some even shouted loudly: "Huo Dongjie, Huo Dongjie!"

    The sound was like thunder, but there was no response at all.

    Huo Dongjie looked in all directions and said slowly: "Do you have the guts to fight with me, Demon Overlord Fang Ling? I can guarantee that as long as you leave this Wusheng Ridge, my order to kill Tianshamen will be withdrawn directly!"

    Although his voice was not too high when he said this, his words were filled with incomparable confidence.  For a time, Huo Dongjie, who was dressed in white and outshines the snow, looked more and more handsome.  Those who supported him shouted loudly: "Ba Mo Fang Ling, get out of here and die!"

    "The coward Fang Ling, who calls himself a demon, has the guts to come out and fight Master Huo!"

    "Fang Ling, if you don't dare to come out, you are not a man!"

    Various sounds filled the Wusheng Ridge, and the sound was deafening for a while.  At this time, two women standing in the crowd sneered in unison, and one of them even said lightly: "Aren't you here just to make a good impression in front of Ancestor Yan? Boring!  "

    "Sister Qiongying, you can actually kill the tyrant Fang Ling and make yourself famous all over the world." The woman who spoke was tall and had long legs, even though she was covered by a veil.  But that exquisite figure makes many monks' hearts flutter.

    If there is such a person who can cultivate both furnace and cauldron, I would be willing to die.

    That one is called Sister Qiongying.  It was Ye Qiongying, one of the Four Heroes and Five Heroes. She smiled coldly, looked at Huo Dongjie and said, "This kind of thing should be left to those who are willing to do it!"

    "Fang Ling, this is the only opportunity that I, Shaking Heaven Clan, give you. If you can't seize it, I will treat this Vietnam War in Wushengling as if you have given up." Huo Dongjie looked into the distance and said calmly: "Fang Ling  Ling, I know you are not far from Wusheng Ridge. If you are a man, please come forward."

    "Whether I am a man or not, I don't need to test it on you. Brother Dongjie, you really care too much." There was a hint of teasing in the voice.  I saw a figure walking out of the crowd.  He glanced at Huo Dongjie with a smile and said, "I heard that Huo Dongjie asked me to fight. Didn't I come here early? It's just that Brother Huo was blind and didn't see me."

    Dressed in Tsing Yi, Fang Ling, although his appearance is not as handsome as Huo Dongjie's, has a different look when he walks.  He came to Huo Dongjie's side with a smile.  There was a hint of provocation in his words: "I heard that Brother Huo claims to be the best in the world behind closed doors. I came here to ask for advice."

    Huo Dongjie looked at Fang Ling.  A smile appeared on his face, and he said in a calm voice, as if he wasn't angry at all: "Fang Ling, although I despise you as a person, I still admire your cultivation. No matter what you do,  No matter what method, my three junior brothers died in your hands. Today, I will use your heads to sacrifice the spirits of my three junior brothers in heaven. "

    As he spoke, he patted his Little Universe Bag, and a black flying sword suddenly rose into the air. The faint sword light tightly enveloped Fang Ling and said, "If you have nothing else to say, today  It¡¯s your death.¡±

    Huo Dongjie's sword light didn't seem to be intimidating at all, but the moment the sword light flew up, Fang Ling felt his heart tremble.  This trembling came from the deepest part of his soul.

    Fang Ling has always been very confident in the cultivation of his mind, but at this moment, facing Huo Dongjie's sword, he was trembling a little before he took action. This situation made his heart sink.  At this moment, Liu Zhongyu, who was in the soul-nurturing tree behind him, said tremblingly: "Psychic magic weapon, this is a psychic magic weapon!"

    Psychic magic weapons are rare. It can be said that some of the most famous sects don¡¯t have a psychic treasure.  As soon as Huo Dongjie took action, he used the psychic treasure.  This situation really puts Liu Zhongyu under great pressure.

    Fang Ling recited the verses of Maitreya Sutra in his mind, and held a row of Small Universe Bags in his hands, and the Demon Control Flag fell into his hands.

    "I have been in seclusion for five years and created the three-move sword technique. Today, I will use you as a demon to sacrifice the sword. I believe you should feel very honored to die under my three-move sword technique." Huo Dongjie spoke.  , the magic formula in his hand was pinched quickly, and his whole body became one with the sword light above his head in an instant.

    "The highest yang in the world is the moment when the sun rises and breaks the yin. Therefore, my first sword technique is called sunrise. Please pay attention!"

    ?After saying these words, Huo Dongjie's body burst out with the power of pure Yang, and the flying sword above his head turned into a round sun at dawn, illuminating the entire clear sky in an instant.  Everyone watching the battle felt that the sky, the earth, and the world were all illuminated by this round of sunlight at the moment when the sword light flashed.

    And the sun that originally shined here has now become a foil. The power of the rolling sun made many people who just came to watch the battle but practiced magic and cold techniques to spit out blood involuntarily.

    The sun is high in the sky, who can resist it!

    For a time, Huo Dongjie was like the sun on Wusheng Ridge, making it difficult to resist.

    "The golden elixir is number one, and he is indeed the number one in the world. With such cultivation, no one can compare with him!" A middle-aged monk looked at the rolling sunlight, his eyes full of reverence.

    "Huo Dongjie is worthy of being Huo Dongjie. With just this sword, I am afraid he can make the world's Jindan Master bow down. Even the ancestor of Yuanying, if he wants to break this sword technique, I am afraid he can only rely on the tyranny of magic power." There is Jindan Master,  He praised with a pale face.

    They admired because they knew they could not take the sword.

    No one has such confidence in whether Fang Ling can take over, so much so that some people think that this sword may be the only thing they can see in Wusheng Ridge this time!

    A sword like the sun changes the color of heaven and earth, and bows its head in all directions!

    For a moment, there were only four words in everyone's mind, that is, who can compete with him?

    With such a sword technique, and a sword technique created by myself, who in this world can compete, who can compare, and who can take over!

    Countless thoughts flashed in everyone¡¯s hearts.  Many people feel crazy about this sword, feel incredible, feel

    The number one golden elixir is worthy of being the number one golden elixir in the world!  Who can compete with such a person?  Looking at the billowing sword light, many people couldn't help but cry out from the bottom of their hearts: they must become a disciple of Shaking Tianmen, and they must learn this sword technique that is hard to find in the world.

    As for Fang Ling under the sword technique, these people no longer care.  In their view, today's sword was not only the beginning of this competition, but also the end of this competition.

    "Master, do you think Uncle Fang can take this sword?" Xiaotong clenched her small hands tightly and asked Jiuluo Sha Nu with a nervous face.

    Jiuluo Sha Nu stared at the sword closely, and then sighed for a while: "With this sword, there is no opponent under the Nascent Soul."

    Xiaotong is a smart child, so she quickly understood the meaning of Jiuluo Sha Nu¡¯s words.  There is no opponent under Nascent Soul, which means that Fang Ling cannot take this sword.  These days, with the contact with Jiuluo Sha Nu, Xiaotong has become more and more respectful to this master, but today, she twisted her head and said: "Uncle Fang is the unrivaled one under the golden elixir."

    Jiuluo Sha Nu didn¡¯t speak anymore. In her opinion, Xiaotong¡¯s words, that is, the words of a child, don¡¯t need to be taken to heart at all.

    But just when she looked towards the void again, she saw Fang Ling under the full sun, with five long needles in front of her that were like skyscraper pillars. These five long needles,  With five colors of light, it flew towards the round sunlight.

    The light flashes like a long arrow shooting at the sun!

    The needles flickered, dazzling people's eyes. The moment the five long needles flew into the full sun, the entire Wusheng Ridge erupted with light as if the sky was shattering and the earth was cracking.

    Many monks felt their eyes sting, which forced them to close their eyes quickly.  Only monks at the Golden Core stage and above can see the moment when the five flying needles passed through the scorching sun, the entire scorching sun exploded.

    "Boom"

    When the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, turbulent air waves rushed in all directions, and the high mountaintop of Wusheng Ridge was lowered by five feet in just an instant.  As the void dissipated, what appeared before everyone's eyes were two figures.

    The figures of Huo Dongjie and Fang Ling!

    Huo Dongjie's white clothes were fluttering, and the black flying sword was still hovering above his head.  However, this seemingly ordinary flying sword made a sword roar. In everyone's opinion, this was not a flying sword at all, but a giant dragon roaring up to the sky.

    The psychic magic weapon is worthy of being a psychic magic weapon. Fang Ling's counterattack that broke Huo Dongjie's Sunrise Sword Technique just now actually made this magic weapon increase his endless fighting spirit.  The fusion of a magic weapon with fighting intentions and a master ready to fight is not simply one plus one equals two.

    In Fang Ling's hand, he still held the black demon control flag, his blue robe was also fluttering in the wind, and the look on his face remained the same.

    Neither of them spoke, but many people were attracted by their grace.  Even if Fang Ling has always been classified as a monster, at this time, aEach eye also shone with admiration.

    What they admired was nothing else, but Fang Ling's ability to take a blow that they thought was impossible for anyone to take!

    "This child cannot be kept!" Lu Wanlin's words were full of determination and even a hint of fear. He even saw the terrible consequences of Fang Ling becoming the Dao Yuanying, so his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

    Not only him, but also the faces of the other Nascent Soul Ancestors standing on the flying boat became very solemn.  Even Liu Qiushui, who had always seemed to have a winning chance, no longer looked as leisurely as before.

    "Don't stay!" This is what Liu Qiushui said. There are not many words, but every word represents the determination of the head of the first sect in Southern Chu.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

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