The Three Realms of Wu and Ao

Meng Bufan didn't expect Fang Qianqian to be so decisive that she would do it as soon as she said she would do it.

As for the two red silks, Meng Bufan didn't dare to accept them.

With a movement of his body, Meng Bufan's body rushed out of the two silk belts like a ghost, and suddenly appeared on the right side of Fang Qianqian's body.

Fang Qianqian was quite proud of her body skills, but at this time she was startled by Meng Bufan's ghostly footwork.She shook her right hand immediately, and the red silk on her right hand was like a red snake, flinging back to chase Meng Bufan.

Both of them are very fast.

The young disciples in the audience were dazzled by the rapid speed of the two people.

Fang Yu pulled Meng Cuiyun: "Sister Cuiyun, Brother Fan is too powerful, I can't see his movements clearly now."

Meng Cuiyun stared at the ring intently, her expression was full of pride.Her younger brother, who was able to fight evenly with the peak of the late Wuzong in the middle of Wuzong, her sister was very happy.

She stared at the two people on the ring intently, and said to Fang Yu, "Xiaoyu, Fang Qianqian's use of strength is worth learning from. Look at how well she uses her softness. I guess the average Wuhuang in the early stage can't do it." But what about her. Xiaofan won't be easy to win."

Meng Bufan on the stage was also surprised, Fang Qianqian's use of power was really wonderful.

You know, the fluffy silk ribbon is extremely light in weight.It is not so easy to wield it as you like.

The golden bull came down the mountain, Meng Bufan punched hard, the fist was like a fight, and the wind of the fist was awe-inspiring.

Fang Qianqian twisted her wrist, and the silk ribbon was like a tarsal maggot, wrapping around Meng Bufan's fist tightly and entangled it.

Meng Bufan withdrew his palm and took out the blue light sword.

Rising Sun Thorn!A dazzling light cluster, like the sun, made people dare not open their eyes.The light cluster roared, and the sword wind was like a knife, slashing towards the red silk sternly.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help closing their eyes, unable to open their eyes flashed by the eye-catching light.

Fang Qianqian shook both hands at the same time, one piece of red silk condensed into a big red curtain, which blocked Meng Bufan's sword light, and the other piece of red silk was dexterously wrapped around Meng Bufan's right wrist holding the sword.

Meng Bufan didn't dare to let the red silk wrap around his wrist, he made a gesture with his left hand.

Crush mountains and rivers with fists!The aura between heaven and earth spun and rushed into Meng Bufan's body.

The elders in the audience couldn't help looking at each other.The two people on the stage now, even if they are at the level of Wuzong, even ordinary warriors in the early stage of Wuhuang, they may not be their opponents.

Meng Bufan's fist was as powerful as a bamboo, and it hit the red silk in an instant.

The red silk was too soft, Meng Bufan's attack seemed to land on cotton.

The red silk froze for a while, and then still rolled towards Meng Bufan's body.

Meng Bufan stepped lightly with one step, Qiankun step, avoiding Fang Qianqian's attack range.

Meng Bufan thought to himself, Fang Qianqian's use of soft power is superb, and the red silk that uses softness to overcome rigidity is especially suitable for her.She is not afraid of fierce attacks at all.

Then give it a try, use softness to overcome softness.

Wave sword!

The Profound Truth of Water was also blessed into the Qingguang Sword.

Following the tap of Meng Bufan's sword tip, waves surged towards the surroundings.

The crowd around the arena were forced by this momentum.He quickly retreated tens of meters away.For a while, the audience was chaotic and crowded.

Fang Qianqian waved her hands quickly, and a huge red cloud wrapped her tightly.

When a wave hits a red cloud, it is like a huge wave hitting a rock.It turned into mist all over the sky, filling the surroundings of the arena.

The people around the ring retreated to the periphery while wiping the water droplets off their bodies.

Fortunately, Meng Bufan's wave sword is wave after wave, never stopping, as long as there is true energy in Meng Bufan's body, this wave will not stop.

Meng Bufan mobilized the true qi in his body, and his spiritual consciousness summoned the golden spirit, and the power of the golden spirit was also blessed into the blue light sword.

Waves and storms rose, tsunamis rolled, and huge waves rushed towards the huge red cloud one after another.

Under the pressure of the huge waves, the red cloud around Fang Qianqian's body slowly shrank, and finally formed a small red light cocoon, which just wrapped her body.

As the pressure increased, the red light cocoon was hit by the turbulent waves to the edge of the ring.

Meng Bufan stood up and drew back his sword, and the waves all over the sky disappeared immediately.

If he added a little more strength, Fang Qianqian's Red Cloud would be defeated, but Meng Bufan stopped in time.

It would be too embarrassing for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl to be covered in water in full view.

Fang Qianqian was sweating profusely, obviously she was struggling just now.

At this time, Fang Qianqian didn't look too embarrassed.

She raised her eyes at Meng Bufan and giggled, "My sister is here to thank my younger brother for showing mercy."

After she finished speaking, she moved her figure, and fell down to the bottom of the ring, her demeanor was still so graceful.

Fang Gang looked at Meng Bufan who was still standing on the ring, his eyes were full of disbelief.He muttered to himself: "Fan'er's fighting strength is already comparable to that of the Martial Emperor, and he is probably not much weaker than me."

Fang Hai in the audience was also excited by the thrilling battle just now.

He jumped onto the stage and laughed loudly: "The battle just now was wonderful, now it's my turn. I hope it doesn't end too early."

Meng Bufan looked at Fang Hai in front of him. He was less than 20 years old, with a thin body, and his height was about the same as Meng Bufan.His complexion was dark, as if he was a little malnourished.His cultivation is very good, his imposing manner is soaring, although his appearance is not outstanding, no matter where he stands, no one will despise him.

Meng Bufan always felt a little ethereal and elusive in him.I don't know what's going on, it just feels weird.

"Brother Fang Hai, please advise." After Meng Bufan finished speaking, he punched Fang Hai.

Taurus down!This was Meng Bufan's tentative punch.

Like a gust of wind, Fang Hai slipped to Meng Bufan's side and punched Meng Bufan's arm.Meng Bufan staggered back a few steps.I was shocked.

The profound meaning of the wind, Fang Hai actually comprehended the profound meaning of the wind.

Wind is the most illusory thing in the whole world, the most difficult to grasp, Fang Hai was able to comprehend it unexpectedly.

Those who have grasped the profound meaning of the wind will be extremely fast. It is difficult for ordinary people to keep up with their footsteps, so they can only be beaten passively.

Only then did Meng Bufan know why Fang Hai had a feeling of emptiness.

No longer hesitating, Meng Bufan drew out the blue light sword again, stood up to face Fang Hai, concentrated his attention, and was ready to defend.

This is the first time he has encountered a martial artist of the Profound Art of the Wind, he needs to familiarize himself with the opponent's methods first, and find an opportunity to fight back.

Fang Hai's whole body turned into a gust of wind, and no one in the audience could see Fang Hai's figure.The same is true for Meng Bufan, he felt that the entire arena was covered with wind, and the wind was blowing towards him slowly, and he couldn't see where Fang Hai was hiding.

Fang Hai hides in the wind, ready to wait for an opportunity to launch an attack.

Meng Bufan didn't dare to be careless at all, and stood there quietly, like a sword.

With a sword in his heart, Meng Bufan unconsciously displayed his sword intent at this moment.

Everyone in the audience stared wide-eyed and couldn't believe their own eyes.A strange scene appeared on the arena.

There was only Meng Bufan on the stage, and at this moment, Meng Bufan's sword intent was soaring to the sky, and in a daze, everyone felt that there was no one on the stage, only a huge sword soaring to the sky, standing quietly on the stage.

At this time, the breeze was blowing, and Meng Bufan felt a breath slowly approaching him.

Meng Bufan flipped his wrist, and the blue light sword slashed across a shadow of the sword, protecting himself in circles.

Autumn frost!Everything around Meng Bufan was frozen, even the wind was frozen.

With a sound of jingling, Meng Bufan still didn't see Fang Hai's shadow, he followed the sound and slashed with his sword, Luoxia slash!

The light and shadow slide, the momentum is like the wind, and a brilliant sunset glow illuminates the entire courtyard with colorful colors.

Meng Bufan's sword cut through the air, but he still didn't see Fang Hai's shadow.

Meng Bufan felt aggrieved. He didn't even know where his opponent was, so he could only defend passively. This match was not so easy.

The Profound Truth of Water, Sword Intent, and Profound Truth of Gold are all blessed to the Qingguang Sword.

Wave sword!Since you don't show up, I will force you out.

Following the tap of Meng Bufan's sword tip, waves surged towards the surroundings.

The wind moves with the waves, and the wind takes advantage of the waves. Meng Bufan saw in a trance that Fang Hai stood on the top of the waves, like a god, sitting firmly on Mount Tai.Looking down at himself on the ring.

Meng Bufan gasped, the power of the profound meaning of the wind was so subtle.

Anxious in his heart, as a martial artist's instinct, he can't give up easily.

Following Meng Bufan's hard thinking.Suddenly, there was a boom in Meng Bufan's mind.

Accompanied by the loud noise, Meng Bufan's body shook.

The profound meaning of water, the highest goodness is like water.The waves were no longer scattered, and no longer rushed to the surroundings. A huge wave slowly rose from the platform, rising to a height of more than ten meters, and stood still.

The esoteric meaning of water made Meng Bufan comprehend the state of Dacheng.

Meng Bufan's wave sword no longer conducts indiscriminate attacks, he can condense the waves into one point, and only attack those who want to attack.No more harm will be done to the innocent.It is conceivable that the attack power of the condensed wave sword is even more astonishing.

Under Fang Hai's persecution, Meng Bufan comprehended the esoteric meaning of water to the level of great achievement.

Meng Bufan himself didn't expect that he had the spirit of gold and fire in his body, but he first comprehended the profound meaning of water more deeply.Only when he realized the profound meaning of gold did he realize the realm of Xiaocheng, and the profound meaning of fire was even worse, only the realm of elementary completion.

Meng Bufan held the green light sword in his hand, and the huge wave more than ten meters high was like a kite in his hand. With the dancing of the green light sword, a huge water dragon formed in the air.

Meng Bufan no longer took the initiative to attack, he stood there quietly, waiting for Fang Hai to show up.