Fortune Shrine

Chapter 677 Divine Wind Sword Technique

"No... no! You...you are talking nonsense."

Ji Wuming was questioned by everyone, and tried to defend himself, blushing.

Fang Yi quickly patted him on the shoulder and gave him a steady look.

"Boy! No matter who you are, I really want to see what qualifications you have to be Ji Wuxian's fiancé."

"You don't have the guts, you'd rather be a turtle!"

Sikong Nan's sarcasm was obviously intended to anger Fang Yi.

When the crowd heard about it, they also pointed and pointed, as if they were waiting for a good show, as if they all wanted to see Fang Yi make a fool of himself.

Ji Wuxian is the goddess in the hearts of countless teenagers in the entire Tiandu.

Now that this goddess actually has a master, they naturally don't have a good impression of this "lord".

"Exactly! With him? What qualifications do you have to become the county horse of Princess Wuxian?"

"Yes! Give him a good lesson and see how capable he is."

……

The crowd followed suit.

The old man in Tsing Yi silently retreated to the side. The backgrounds of both sides are extremely strong, and it is not at all that Zuixianju can compete.

Fang Yi ignored everyone and comforted Ji Wuming.

Afterwards, his gaze suddenly turned to Sikong Nan, with a flash of coldness.

"Because you still have some respect for the Zhennan Palace, I will be less aggressive."

Ok?

As soon as these words came out, the crowd looked at Fang Yi in astonishment, as if looking at an idiot.

Who is Sikong Nan?

In front of him, who would dare to be so arrogant, not even Jun Qiannian.

But the blue-robed boy in front of him...

How can everyone not think that he is insane.

"Hahaha!"

Sikong Nan laughed wantonly, his eyes were extremely sinister, "Boy, for the sake of this sentence, I will spare your life."

After speaking, his face suddenly sank, and he waved a palm casually.

boom!

This palm is like a big river, and the majestic spiritual energy swarms away, rushing to the sea.

A domineering energy swept out, exuding an unrivaled aura, as if Mount Tai was overwhelming and unshakable.

"Tsk tsk, it's really well-deserved. Sikong Nan's casual palm, I'm afraid there are not many people below the Didan level who can take it."

"Yes! It's too domineering!"

Rumble!

As the palm wind passed by, the air exploded one after another, as if they couldn't bear the power of this palm.

The crowd around gloated and seemed to have foreseen Fang Yi's end.

As for Sikong Nan, a cruel smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Get down on my knees!"

Hearing a loud shout from him, the palm suddenly moved a little faster.

Seeing that this palm is about to fall.

groan!

The next moment, a shocking dragon roared out, and a huge fist, like a meteor, slammed into that palm.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, as if a giant bomb had been thrown into the air, billowing air waves swept away, and the surrounding crowd were shaken back one after another.

The weaker ones were directly blown away.

As for Sikong Nan, he also retreated again and again, backing away dozens of steps before stabilizing his figure.

On the other hand, Fang Yi didn't move.

"This, how is this possible? Sikong Nan was repelled?"

"Yeah! My God! Am I dazzled?"

"It's absolutely impossible. Sikong Nan must have been careless. How could an unknown person be Sikong Nan's opponent."

……

The crowd looked at this scene in horror, obviously they couldn't believe their eyes.

And the one who was more horrified than them was naturally Sikong Nan himself.

At this moment, Sikong Nan had a terrified expression on his face, and his eyes showed disbelief. Although it was just a casual blow from him just now, he had absolute confidence, and it was impossible for ordinary warriors in the Tianmai realm to take it.

Not to mention being so relaxed like the other party.

What's more, what made him even more unacceptable was that the other party seemed to hit him casually, understatement.

"Who are you?"

Sikong Nan's eyes were fixed, showing a hint of vigilance.

Among the warriors participating in the battle for the Holy Martial Order this time, he is confident that only Jun Qiannian can fight him.

However, Lanyue Pavilion suddenly made a sword question, which made people suspicious.

Although he doesn't think that Jian Wentian is so powerful, Lanyue Pavilion will not be aimless.

"What? Are you afraid?"

Fang Yi sneered, and instead of answering his words, he stepped forward and punched him again.

groan!

The dragon roared, and the ferocious dragon head was lifelike and fierce, as if it wanted to swallow everything in this world.

"You are not ashamed, you are courting death!"

The light in Sikong Nan's eyes flashed, and a ray of cold light shot out. With a flash of his figure, he disappeared in place without a trace.

"Look quickly! The Divine Wind Sword Intent melts into the breeze, without shadow or form. This is Sikong Nan's Divine Wind Sword Art."

The crowd exclaimed, and immediately recognized Sikong Nan's movement.

The kamikaze swordsmanship is the uninherited unique knowledge of the Sikong family. It integrates body skills and swordsmanship, and is unpredictable.

"Tsk tsk, where is Sikong Nan? He disappeared completely?"

"How can we fight this battle? No one can be seen at all."

The thirteenth and the others looked horrified, and even Feng Yiyi and Feng Shenxiu couldn't help showing a solemn look on their faces.

Only Fang Yi remained unchanged.

call out!

The next moment, a long sword seemed to stab from the endless void, and the strong killing intent, like a torrent, drowned Fang Yi in an instant.

"Brother Fang!"

Ji Wuming was in a hurry, his face turned pale with fright.

If Thirteen hadn't stopped him, he might have already rushed out.

The crowd around looked at this scene nervously, as if they all wanted to know how Fang Yi avoided the sword.

However, everyone did not expect it to be.

Fang Yi didn't hide at all, as if he had expected the direction of the sword, he punched directly.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, before the sword was stabbed, Sikong Nan's body fell back again.

Compared to before, this time, he took dozens of steps back and hit the wall behind him directly, causing the entire wall to collapse. He just stabilized his figure, but his face was as white as paper.

"This!"

The crowd was terrified and looked at each other.

If the first time was careless, then this time?

Even though Sikong Nan used the Kamikaze technique, he was still knocked into the air by the opponent.

At this moment, everyone looked at Fang Yi with horror and disbelief.

"No, it's impossible. How could you know the location of my sword? It must be a coincidence."

Sikong Nan obviously couldn't accept the reality in front of him. The kamikaze swordsmanship could be said to be his greatest strength, but now, he was easily broken by the opponent, how could he accept it.

It would be fine if it was Jun Qiannian, the other party was just a nobody.

"Take your life!"

Sikong Nan roared, extremely unwilling, and thrust out his sword again.

Seeing that the sword was about to fall.

Fang Yi didn't move, showing disdain.

The surrounding crowd were puzzled, but the next moment, Sikong Nan's figure disappeared from sight again.

(End of this chapter)