Earth Cultivator

Chapter 322
Looking at the bright red skeleton with only one or two flesh and blood remaining on its back, the remaining turquoise muscles are still beating slightly, no matter whether it is as proud as Xingchuan Yoshiko or the young man who has always been calm, let alone When mentioning those Xingchuan Yoshiko's subordinates who were standing behind who were similar to the identity of the soy sauce party, they all looked shocked and unbelievable!
Is Nakata Jianzong dead?

Zhongtian Jianzong, one of Fusang's four innate martial arts sects, is dead?
Is Nakata Jianzong, who has comprehended the supreme esoteric art of kendo and "turning the sword into the body", dead?
The process is so simple and neat, and the appearance of death is so miserable and terrifying!
Yoshiko Xingchuan felt like she was going crazy!

Could it be that the Zhongtian Jianzong who was shining with a powerful aura just now is a fake?Otherwise, why would he be killed by a young man with a light palm!

It wasn't that the young man with a sword flashed a bright color in his bright eyes, and cast his gaze on the tall and straight figure standing on the stone steps.He didn't expect that an innate powerhouse as strong as Nakata Jianzong would be wiped out by a young man's palm!

Although a congenital warrior is nothing in the circle he comes into contact with, he can't be wiped out like a little chick with one palm!
On the stone steps, Fang Yufan felt a gaze cast on him and looked over with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Damn! It's another little boy!"

When Fang Yufan saw another handsome young man who had glanced at him just now, he muttered sullenly.

After a sudden twitch between the brows, a malicious look quietly flashed across the corner of Fang Yufan's eyes.

Then, after volleying a distance of nearly 20 meters, he stood in front of the group of people.

Fang Yufan came so suddenly, and everyone who hadn't recovered from the light palm just now couldn't help taking a step back in horror.

Then, the young man dressed in white warrior with a simple long sword on his waist appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at the vigorous young man in front of him, Fang Yufan raised his eyebrows and asked, "I heard that that guy named Nakata Sword Sect just now has the so-called nine disciples, are you one of them?"

Yokota Yoshikawa, an elite disciple of an ancient sect in Fusang, asked indifferently: "So what if you are? So what if you are not?"

Hey, it's pretty "dangerous"!

Fang Yufan, who heard a sneer flashing in the corner of his eyes, replied expressionlessly: "If yes, then draw your sword, we will fight, if you win, I will let you go; if you lose, Then go to hell with your teacher!"

Pausing for a moment, after seeing the handsome man's expression unchanged, he continued with a wicked smile: "Hey, if not, draw your sword and let's fight. If you win, Let you go; if you lose, hum"

"Climb out for me!"

His face darkened suddenly, and Fang Yufan shouted in a concentrated voice.

Judging by the look of this person watching a good show just now, he is probably not a good person!Therefore, he did not intend to be polite to others.

"hateful!"

Yokota Qingchuan, as a child of a powerful aristocratic family, since when was he reprimanded like this! ?
He reached out his hand and grasped the handle of the long sword at his waist, and his eyes that were burning with anger stared fiercely at Fang Yufan.

"Don't think that you are great just because you killed a so-called Xiantian Wuzong!" Yokota Qingchuan, whose handsome face gradually turned red, gritted his teeth and shouted, "In this world, there are many people who are much stronger than you. people exist!"

Scratching his ears, Fang Yufan frowned and said, "Is there anyone better than me? It's not your turn to say that!"

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his right palm and grabbed it.Looking at that posture, you have to pick out a few pieces of flesh and blood from other people's faces!

After making a fierce sound, Yokota Keikawa tightened his wrist on the handle of the sword, and a ball of dazzling sword light jumped out immediately, and then flew towards Fang Yufan's attacking claws.

As the sword qi hit his face, Fang Yufan's entire claw was immediately covered by a layer of pure true energy, and then collided with the ball of sword light in a flick of his fingers.

With a clear knocking sound, Yokota Keikawa only felt a huge force pouring into his body through the sword in his hand. For a moment, he involuntarily took two steps back with the turbulent energy and blood all over his body.

In Fang Yufan's pupils, a flash of astonishment suddenly flashed.

Slowly looking down at his palms, after seeing a tiny scar on the tips of two of his fingers, he quickly raised his head to look at the young man with red clouds all over his face.

Driven by spiritual thoughts, a bunch of spiritual consciousness quietly reached for a clear sword with a round tip and a slender body in the man's hand.

In the next second, a bright light suddenly spread in a certain pair of pupils.

"It's actually a middle-grade spirit sword!" Fang Yufan, whose eyes were full of brilliance, whispered, but there was a smile of surprise on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, after seeing the spirit sword, which was only shining with a faint blue light, being held by a guy who hadn't even reached the consecration period, he sighed again with an aggrieved look on his face: "Alas! The sword has a spirit, and it has fallen to such a point!"

Smacking his lips, he continued to say with regret: "If we don't get any supplements of spiritual energy and true essence, I'm afraid that in three years at most, the sword spirit will collapse, and a good middle-grade spiritual weapon will only be reduced to an ordinary one. It's a mortal weapon!"

An inexplicable tremor suddenly came out from the depths of the sword.

Yokota Keikawa lowered his head to look at the sword he held in his hand with [-] points of doubt in his eyes.

After so many years, this is the first time that such an inexplicable thing has happened to the "Qingquan" sword bestowed on him by the elders of the family!

And Fang Yufan also clearly caught an unusually weak "unwilling" emotion transmitted from the spirit sword to himself.

He can fully understand this "unwillingness".It's like a stone containing peerless jade was used by a mountain farmer as a pig's door trap!
"The spirit sword has spirit, but I really wronged you!"

After another faint sigh, an evil smile quietly appeared on the corner of Fang Yufan's mouth.

Hey, grab someone's treasure, even though the value of the treasure seems to have not been recognized by the owner!This kind of thing has no technical content, and I have to vote for it myself!

But for a mid-grade spirit sword, even if it's a little embarrassing, it's still worth doing!

Furthermore, in the world of comprehension, there was a robbery slogan like "Treasures of heaven and earth, those who are blessed!", but a middle-grade spirit sword worth at least a hundred middle-grade jade crystals was stolen by a company. Occupied by ordinary people who have not yet reached the stage of consecration, if you don't snatch it, you will be punished by God!
In order not to be condemned by the heavens, Fang Yufan came to the young man with a small white face at a speed that seemed too late for a warrior at the end of the day after tomorrow, and then snatched his hand After using the spirit sword, he dodged and returned to his original position.

In the square, a whirlwind blew up on the ground.

What happened just now?
Yokota Keikawa suddenly shrank his pupils with his slightly dazed eyes open.

Why did the sword in that man's hand look so familiar?

Immediately, when he looked down and saw that his right hand holding the sword was empty, an expression mixed with anger, doubt, and horror suddenly appeared on Yokota Keikawa's handsome face.

Letting the spirit sword in his hand greedily swallow the true energy he poured in, Fang Yufan lifted the corner of his lips and said in a clear voice: "For the sake of your dedication of a spirit sword, I won't make it difficult for you It's still early, if your home is far away, you can still make it back!"

Hearing the words contained a strong sense of ridicule, Yokota Keikawa, who had been in a trance for a moment because of the inexplicable seizure of the sword, came back to his senses in an instant.

After sternly yelling, he moved vigorously all over his body, and after leaving several two-inch deep footprints on the hard stone slab, he punched Fang Yufan forcefully.

"Why do you Fusang people only say 'bastard' when you curse?"

Fang Yufan, who has been influenced by Huaxia's rich words and profound meanings for nearly 20 years, was extremely puzzled by this.

He was about to twitch his eyebrows and turn back fiercely, shaking his brows, but after all, he couldn't do the treasure hunting and killing, so he just moved far away in a blink of an eye.

"stop!"

After sipping in a deep voice, Fang Yufan raised his eyebrows when he saw that the handsome-faced man was going to pursue him relentlessly, and then swung his spirit sword and slashed in front of him.

Amidst the debris splashing everywhere, a two-meter-long narrow crack suddenly blocked Yokota Keikawa's feet!

"What pure sword energy!" He sighed in a low voice, letting a few small gravel fragments hit his body and hurt him.

But how is this possible?

I think that in order to get the approval of the sword, it took me three years to barely be able to use the powerful power hidden in the sword!

At this time, according to the elders of the family who taught his sword skills at that time, it was the fastest time in the past hundred years to obtain the recognition of the sword!

Why can he gain the approval of the sword in an instant?

Thinking of this question that almost completely crushed his pride, Yokota Keikawa, who was originally full of anger, fell silent visibly.

Fang Yufan silently felt the faint cheers conveyed to him by the spirit sword in his hand for a moment, then frowned and shouted: "Before I change my mind, go back where you came from! Damn! Dare to stare at me? Do you believe it or not? I slashed you with a sword!"

Seeing the little white face a few meters away from him staring at him angrily again after hearing the words, Fang Yu is ashamed!

He took a step forward and raised the spirit sword in his hand. After crazily pouring in strands of pure true energy, he let out a clear whistle, and then slashed straight down towards the stone slab of the square with a "Split Huashan".

Like an electrified light tube, the Spirit Sword radiated dazzling white light from Fang Yufan's hand. The sword energy roared through the air and slashed on the square floor!

"Whoa!"

"Crack!"

Amid the ground shaking like a miniature earthquake, starting from Fang Yufan's feet, a [-]-meter crack with a depth of almost two meters and the end extending to the outside of the square caught the eyes of everyone present!
"His!"

In the square, there was a sound of orderly and powerful inhalation!
(End of this chapter)