"Who is this person?"

After a quiet day around the ring, there was a lot of noise.

Many martial arts people look at Wang Tianming, as if they are watching an idiot.

After all, Fang Xu is notoriously known as Wubang XIII, a great master! The first person in the iron dragon list!

How much do you know that the sky is thick and thick, will you be directly invited to fight?

Although this person has kicked the smashing master before, it is also very amazing, but compared with the pride of the sky, there are still many distances.

The Swordmaster and the Red Leaf God looked at each other with amazement and slowly shook their heads.

After a moment, many eyes were cast on Fang Yuan, and they were all excited.

Will this Wubang thirteen accept the invitation?

When the white shadow flashed, Fang Yuan came to the ring, and his look was faint: "If this is the case, come over and die!"

"It turned out to be a battle between life and death?"

The gods look sad, and their hands are together: "Two donors, nothing to hurt!"

"Good! Life and death will be a life-and-death battle!"

Wang Tianming was carrying his hands and only felt that the war was burning.

"Amitabha, when you read your heart, you will have to bear fruit!" The shrine shook his head and sighed, and looked at the Emperor of Heavenly Swords with a silent look. It seemed to be helpless and seemed to carry something else.

Above the ring.

"This day... I Wang Tianming waited for three years!"

Although Wang Tianming is excited, but the martial arts style is tempered, it is the instinct that continues to work hard.

"Is it……"

The son of the world of three years is also interesting.

Fang Yuan thought in a faint heart: "Let's see... what surprise can you give me! Xuan Bing's palm!"

He took a shot, the frost condensed, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

"Drink, kill Tiger Hummer!"

Wang Tianming had a boxing out, and the fists whistled, as if he really had a tiger roaring.

boom!

The fists and the palms intersected, and the two bodies were shaking.

"Oh? Seven killing fists? Drunken people?"

Fang Yuan stood still and slowly said a sentence.

"this is……"

On the stage, the eyes of the Emperor of Heavenly Swords shined: "When the drunken people killed the Tigers in the seven years?"

"And... can compete with the Xuanbing palm of Fang Xufang's son, and it must also reach the point of comprehending boxing. Is this son named Wang Tianming? Actually, he also understands the artistic conception, and Fang Xuping is divided into autumn colors, which is congenital. The realm of perfection!" The fierce sorcerer mustache: "The old man had owed a drunken person to a human condition, but he could not see his descendant dying here."

"Great perfection!"

"So young, not under Fang Xu!"

......

After a stroke, the martial arts people in the audience immediately picked up.

No one asked for three years of submersible, and became famous in the world!

No matter what, after Wang Tianming’s battle, his reputation will inevitably spread to the world!

Rao is so, his face is not the slightest joy, but he is concentrating on his own enemy: "How? Fang Xu, have you regretted giving me three years, only three years, I will catch up with you, It will leave you behind you!"

At this time, his heart is full of a sense of revenge.

After the idea is reached, even the martial arts seem to have to go further and improve!

"Big words!"

Fang Yuan took over his own strength, martial arts remained at the level of great perfection, and the artistic conception was at the micro level, and it was also shot in one palm: "Amazing God!"

"Drink! Seven kills the boxing, drunken fists, seven kills and punches!"

Wang Tianming suddenly hypnotized himself, his face was blushing, his spirit was drunk and not drunk, and a boxing out, the power increased more than twice before?

"Drunk fist?"

This world also has martial arts such as drunken fists. Not only does it have no rules, it is impossible to prevent it. The key is to get more strength than ordinary people through anesthesia and hypnosis, compared with people who are born with great power.

On the basis of the above, coupled with the exquisite martial arts, the lethality is naturally unparalleled.

"That is……"

On the stage, the Tianjian lord and others are all bright-eyed: "Small age, comprehend two artistic situations, and even integrate into one trick, genius! Genius genius!"

boom!

The second time of the fist fist, Wang Tianming did not move, but Fang Yuan took the initiative to take a step back.

"Haha!"

Wang Tianming Yang Tianxiaoxiao: "Fang Xu, today I want you to bring the shame that I brought to me in the past, returning ten times!"

He seems to be intoxicated by the tiger, fiercely fluttering, every move is with a boundless force, forcing Fang Yuan to keep dodging.

In this scene, it is clear that those who watch the war are silent.

"Dry rain sword Fang Xu, is it going to be defeated? Lost to a newcomer who is not known?"

"This newcomer can be a bit fierce. Didn't you hear the comments of Jianzong? Congenital perfection, and merged into two artistic conceptions, peerless genius!"

"Tragic, Fang Xu wants to plant!"

......

However, on the stage, Fang Yuan continued to dodge, but it was Wang Tianming's attack. A fragrant incense still stood still, and even the clothes corner was not touched.

"what?"

On the stage, the gods took the lead to stop the Buddha on the hand: "It seems that something is wrong!"

"Wh..."

Wang Tianming suddenly stopped, and his face was drunk.

"How? Is the real power loss too big?"

Fang Yuan figure illusion, like a breeze, erratic, with the wind.

"This is... what is it?"

Wang Tianqi gasped and asked.

"Water is good for all things and not for contention, weathering into the world without feeling... This is my illusion!"

Fang Yuan has a name in the mouth: "Do you think... Only you are improving?"

Said, his figure is like a dream, flying forward.

"Seven killing tigers!"

Wang Tianming slammed out a fist, but Fang Yuan’s figure was like a piece of paper. With the boxing wind, he did not suffer any damage at all. Instead, he fell into his arms and pressed his hand.

puff!

Wang Tianming immediately stepped back a few steps and stumbled on the edge of the ring. His face was blue, his lips were purple, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and his trembling was constant. He could not speak.

"Tian Ming!!!"

Underneath the ring, Ling Xianer looked at this scene, and it was really like a crack of blood.

Fang Yuan’s look was faint. He took the first two steps and raised his palm.

"Wait a minute!"

"Amitabha!"

At the same time, the Emperor of Heavenly Sword and the Shrine opened their mouths: "You have to spare people and spare people!"

"Oh, huh..." Fang Yuan held his hand and stood cold, and he looked coldly: "When I fell into the crisis, where are you? The two are too biased to help!"

Whizzing!

The figure flashed, and the Emperor and the **** of the sword had come to the ring, and the look was dignified and vaguely armed.

"Oh? Looks... you have a deep prejudice against me. This is the downfall... It was originally prepared for me? If this stupid boy doesn't come up, do you send someone to explore my bottom?"

Fang Yuan sneered and asked.

"Amitabha, there is indeed something in the barrenness, I want to ask the donor!" The gods clasped their hands together, such as the glaring King Kong: "Three years ago, March 3, 19, and April 1st, where is the donor, can someone prove? ”

"what?"

As soon as I mentioned this, Wang Tianming and Ling Xianer suddenly became dissatisfied.

Because in those few days, it really makes them remember: "Master, what do you mean... amazing demon?!"

"Yes, after the old man has been tracing, the true body of the ever-changing demon, it is very likely that this Junshan faction, drizzle sword Fang Xu!" God's hands clasped together: "And the talent, you show the body But there is also an old man who recognizes it!"

"The old man? Is it the devil of the world?"

Fang Yuan smiled and smiled: "I don't think I really have a big face. In order to deal with me, you are actually fighting together!"

This statement is tantamount to acknowledging that the martial arts people suddenly yelled: "What? Fang Xu is a changeable demon?"

"This person is ferocious and has the danger of mountains and rivers!"

"I want to take revenge for you!"

"The original enemy is here!"

According to thousands of people, there is no end to it!

The huge pressure suddenly fell on Fang Yuan, but for him, but the breeze nodded.

"Amitabha, the old man only has a 30% grasp, so that the Emperor of Heaven can try you, I can't think of the donor even admit it!"

The gods are also a little surprised.

"Oh... because I have no scruples!"

Before leaving, Fang Yuan arranged Fang Tianhan and Jiang Xinlan to leave his hometown. What's more, with his help, Fang Tianhan was in the middle of the three years, and he was already a god-level warrior. He looked at the world and could go anywhere.

In this way, naturally there is no concern, you can let go.

"The devil of the world, still not showing up?"

Fang Yuan looked to somewhere.

Bang!

The dark door blasted, and the demon emperor led a master of the magic door. The style was as always: "The ever-changing demon... The last time you lost your hand, it has always been the shame of this seat. Today, this seat will be taught again!"

"Very good, plus you, the god-level warrior in the martial arts, are here!" Fang Yuan nodded: "a good trap!"

Wang Tianming looked at this scene, and did not know how it felt.

‘Fang Xu, your talents can surpass me...’

A kind of unwillingness and resentment, like a poisonous snake, constantly swallowing his heart, but at the same time, there is some secret pleasure: ‘but you are finished! You are a versatile demon, you can't let the two devils! You are dead today! ’

At this point, his mouth could not help but bring a smile.

"Sword Lord, God, you hold around!"

The demon emperor strode forward, and every step of the way, the body breathped up by 10%, and the sound was like a thunder: "Amazing demon Fang Xu, I will teach you again!"

"Humph!"

Fang Yuan snorted, not flashing to avoid the ground, the body fire shield appeared.

When the demon emperor boxed out and landed on the shield, he still couldn't break it.

"Drink! With the demon outside, do not have to talk about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, everyone together!"

Only in an instant, there are two more people next to him. One person holds a knife, one uses a sword, and the weapon in his hand exudes a terrible breath. It is a level of the gods and swords!

The seventh in Wubang, the sword is no match! The eighth in Wubang, the king of the knife!

"Dead!"

In this world, even Fang Yuan, dare not take his body and fight with the soldiers, a touch of the waist, the drizzle sword is like a silver snake in the hands: "Breeze sword!"

call out!

A clear flash of light, such as Kenting Jieniu, did not enter the light of the sword.

Two boring rumors came, and the light converges.

There is no twins and the king is screaming at the throat, his face is full of incredible colors: "No... maybe..."