square inch kill

Chapter 216 Sanshou VS Qinglian Jiangang [Second update]

"Master, please see Mr. Xihua."

The hand holding the teacup paused slightly, Bai Rong was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Please come in."

Outside the door, the rain beats the duckweed, but the small lotus pond also seems to have a bit of spirituality, making people love it.

"Nowadays the city is full of wind and rain, but brother Bai still has the time to enjoy the lotus. It's really a pleasure." The corner of his mouth was lightly raised, and he shook the beauty fan in his hand. Although the raindrops were big, they didn't fall on him at all.

With his gaze fixed, a stern look flashed in Bai Rong's eyes, he looked at Fang Cun quietly, and after a while, he said calmly, "It seems that you are going to cross the catastrophe soon?"

Although it is just a title, the meaning contained in it is completely different.

In terms of strength, Bai Rong is a strong man at the sky level, while "Mu Qiu" is only at the ground level, and he is not qualified to be called a brother and brother with Bai Rong anyway.

However, Mu Qiu is the devil's disciple after all. From this point of view, he and Bai Rong are of the same generation, not Zanyue.

However, this world has always been respected by strength, even the heirs of the demon king, if they disrespect the heaven ranks, the other party is also qualified to punish or even kill.

This involves a question of speed, as long as you reach the peak of the earth and can cross the catastrophe at any time, you are qualified to call it this way by virtue of your identity as the successor of the demon king. Therefore, with just one sentence, Bai Rong will understand .

"One thing is missing, and if you get it, you can pass the tribulation." Fang Cun said softly with a casual smile.

"You don't hide it." With a slight exposure, Bai Rong naturally understood that the missing thing in Fang Cun's mouth was the Emperor Sword, but now at such a sensitive time, it needs to be said openly. No small amount of courage.

"Right now, Fang Cun has killed more than ten disciples of the palace lord in a row, and the city is full of storms. Others think he dare not come again, but I just feel that according to his temperament, he will be found soon." Standing sideways beside the lotus pond, shaking The folding fan, although it is square, didn't mean to enter the house, and opened the mouth pointingly.

"What do you want?" Bai Rong said calmly when his eyes fell on Fang Cun's face again.

"Without him, I just want to hang around in Brother Bai's mansion for a few days." Not paying any attention at all, he shook his hand, put away the folding fan, stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with the lotus leaf beside him, and replied softly.

"I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications now." There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, and Bai Rong's tone suddenly turned cold, and he sarcastically said.

"Mu Qiu" came for the Emperor Sword, in other words, he wanted to wait for him to come to him, so, no matter whether he won or lost this battle, he only had to deal with the person after the battle, and that was enough.

Of course, in Bai Rong's view, "Mu Qiu" simply wanted to take the Emperor Sword from him, which was already a naked provocation.

"Haha, since entering the door, Brother Bai has always addressed you as 'you'. It seems that he thinks that I am not qualified to be called that. If so, why not give it a try." She didn't care, while speaking, the beauty fan was suddenly retracted, and when she raised her hand, she slapped it out with a palm.

Although there is only the power of the ground level, there is a vague sense of the great way between this palm!
For a moment, Bai Rong couldn't help being slightly taken aback, his eyes were a little more surprised.

Take the lead on yourself, but this courage is enough to be admirable. You must know that even if the peak of the earth rank can overcome the calamity at any time, there is still an insurmountable gap between the real strong man of the heaven rank.

"There was a rumor the day before yesterday that you learned Sanshou from Wuying Sanren. It seems that what you said is true."

With a flash of his mind, Bai Rong understood the origin of this palm, but he didn't care about it. He pointed out lightly, and a majestic force suddenly came out. Smash the hand to scatter.

Heaven-level powerhouses, after all, are not comparable to Earth-level ones, and they have unpredictable power and terrifying power when they wave their hands, which is even enough to cause space shocks.

There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes, but Fang Cun's body suddenly showed a fighting spirit, he did not retreat but advanced, with one hand sucking, there was a clear and crisp dragon chant.

Grabbing the dragon with one hand, between the palms of his hands, the square-inch hand was already on Bai Rong's arm, and he made a sudden round, pulling Bai Rong's body up abruptly, and the tyrannical force exploded suddenly with this force of suction. !

Sanshou Eight Styles!

The real subtlety lies in the last three poses, these are the essence of Wuying Sanren's life's painstaking efforts.

With the strength of a square inch, even if the first five moves are used, it is impossible to threaten the heaven-ranked experts, but once the last three moves are deployed, the rules of the road contained in them are almost no longer inferior to the heaven-ranked masters.

This is the competition of real rules, the collision of Dao, even if the strength is inferior to Bai Rong, relying on the subtlety of the dragon-capturing hand, it is enough to turn the situation around.

"it is good!"

Can't help but praise, Bai Rong really got serious, a green lotus suddenly burst out from his body, blooming clearly.

There are green lotuses in the world, blooming in the space.

The misty blue color covering the green lotus reveals a hint of the imprint of the Great Dao, and in an instant, everything around it is dispersed, as if there is only this green lotus left in the world.

"boom!"

The square-inch palm was almost blown apart. Although it was only the protective effect attached to Qinglian Sword Gang, the counter-shock power in it was already enough to look down upon the world!If they are both at the same level, Fang Cun's comprehension of the Dragon Capturer may still be able to compete with it. However, a gap of one level is enough to wipe out any hope.

Suddenly, Fang Cun felt a terrifying force explode, almost losing consciousness in half of his arm.

This is because the body was reunited with the power of thunder, and the physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people. Otherwise, the whole arm would be stirred into blood mist this time.

If it was someone else who suffered such a big loss, they would have stopped immediately, but Fang Cun is completely different.

Ignoring the numb arm at all, turning over and using the other arm to exert force, it was another Sanshou strike!
"There are all kinds of things!"

During the whistling, thousands of ghosts rushed out, and the dead souls roared, evolving into thousands, and in an instant, the green lotus would be shrouded in it, although it quickly dissipated under the sword radiating from the green lotus, but the endless The phantom between the virtual and the real is full of murderous intentions, and there is really a posture of sharing life and death with Bai Rong.

At this moment, even Bai Rong couldn't help showing a hint of horror in his eyes. Even he felt a sense of crisis in this move, as if if he didn't handle it well, he might be seriously injured.

What surprised him the most was that the opponent would choose such a brutal style of play. Could it be that he really wanted to meet him to the death?
Thinking of this, Bai Rong couldn't help feeling a murderous intent in his heart. No matter how merciless, his subordinates stretched out their hands and grabbed it suddenly. An invisible sword suddenly appeared, and it went straight to the square inch with a little blue sword.

Although Qinglian Jiangang didn't use any weapons, Fang Cun really forced the opponent out with this blow.

Between reality and reality, it was extremely difficult to judge where the square-inch attack would fall, but at this moment, Bai Rong abruptly smashed all the phantoms with the power of the sky.

"boom!"

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes, Fang Cun's offensive did not decrease in the slightest, and he pressed down with his palm as scheduled.

Sanshou shakes Qinglian Sword Gang!

In the blink of an eye, that sword shadow suddenly broke through the phantom, shattered the palm shadow, and pierced Fang Cun's chest unabated.

No matter how exquisite the moves are, the gap in absolute strength cannot be changed after all!
As Wuying Sanren said, the last three moves are not something that can be performed at the heavenly ranks. Fang Cun already relied on his terrifying talent and comprehension to perform them forcefully. If you really face the heaven-ranked powerhouse, you will be at your wit's end.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Fang Cun's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, but he still couldn't get rid of the opponent's sword intent after all.

At this moment, Fang Cun clearly felt a breath of death, and the hairs all over his body exploded in an instant, and even subconsciously wanted to blend into the world, and directly escaped by shrinking the ground into an inch.

However, just as soon as such an idea flashed, it was abruptly pressed down by Fang Cun.

A sneer overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but Fang Cun didn't show any sign of desperateness at all, he just watched Bai Rong's sword slashing down abruptly.

Now, he was simply betting that Bai Rong would not have the guts to kill himself.

No matter how angry Bai Rong is, he is still rational. As long as he is not forced to a corner, he will not dare to kill Mu Qiu in the mansion no matter what!

Not to mention, Duanmu is in the Qingzhou mansion, and that is the real top-level heavenly powerhouse, even against the Qingzhou mansion master, he has the power to fight.

Once Duanmu was annoyed, if he wanted to kill him, even the Palace Master of Qingzhou couldn't stop him.

After all, the one standing behind Mu Qiu is the Demon Lord!

For decades, the demon lord Xu Yi, who has almost stopped making moves, has unpredictable strength!It is no exaggeration to say that once the Demon Lord arrives in person, the Palace Master of Qingzhou may also have to give in.

He snorted!
The sword came to a stop three inches from Fangcun's chest, and finally stopped. Although there was a trace of overflowing sword energy rushing into Fangcun's body, it was not fatal after all.

"For the sake of the devil, I will spare your life, get out!"

"cough!"

Laughing lightly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and expelled the sword intent that had invaded his body. Then Fang Cun said, "What a Qinglian Sword Gang. Now, I believe that Fang Cun may come back with a feather."

As if he didn't take this matter to heart at all, Fang Cun opened the beauty fan again silently, "In this case, Mu Qiu is leaving, I hope Brother Bai will be more careful, and don't die in Fang Cun's hands."

"You still think Fangcun has a chance?" Bai Rong asked with some disbelief, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Smiling, Fang Cun didn't answer directly, but asked indifferently, "Brother Bai should know the technique of disintegrating the demon, right? If you use it, do you still dare to say that you will win?"

(End of this chapter)