I will become an immortal in this world

On the seventh day, this was the most depressing day since the establishment of the Fang Mansion. Although most people expressed disdain for the danger of the mansion being destroyed, when night fell, everyone in the Fang Mansion became nervous.

The night was like water, the cold wind was howling, and the once bustling Nanqiu City fell into silence, with the occasional barking of dogs.

Fang Wang was sitting on the eaves, holding a sword in his hand. This sword took Li Jiu three days to buy. It cuts iron like clay and can be called a magic weapon.

His eyes fell on a figure on the eaves of a distant house, that was his cousin, Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu stood tall and straight, holding the sword in both hands, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was sleeping. The cold wind was blowing his long hair and the hem of his clothes, and he had the chivalrous air of a top-notch martial artist.

"My skills are good. I am indeed at the top of the martial arts world. And I am not new to the martial arts. He is truly a martial arts wizard." Fang Wang admired in his heart.

In the martial arts world, martial arts practitioners divide their realms from low to high into low-level, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, top-level, and the legendary mythical realm of martial arts. There is no myth of martial arts in the world, and the top masters are all the sects of various sects. He rarely travels around the world, but a first-rate master can conquer all directions.

Fang Wang achieved the mythical realm of martial arts at the age of sixteen and was supposed to be a legend in the world. However, he encountered a dimension reduction attack in the world of immortality.

Facing the coming immortal cultivators, Fang Wang had no fear or panic, but instead had a passion brewing.

After four years of practicing martial arts, I have yet to kill an enemy. Even if I were to compete, I would challenge those masters with my face covered and stop at the point.

His unique skills in martial arts and the perfect swordsmanship are what he relies on, giving him the confidence to challenge the existence at the bottom of the world of immortality. What's more, there is Zhou Xue, a reborn person in Fang Mansion. In his opinion, the immortal respects life. Zhou Xue must have extraordinary means. After all, Zhou Xue knows the difference between immortal cultivators and mortals.

As the night progressed, frogs croaked frequently in the courtyards. Teams of servants were patrolling everywhere, especially in the streets around Fang Mansion. Even the officers and soldiers were alerted and came to keep watch.

Zhou Xue is sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard. She is wiping each silver dart in her hand. Her face is cold. The moonlight of the bright moon is not as cold as her eyes. In the reflection of the weapon, her eyes are vaguely filled with black evil energy. .

the other side.

On the east wall of Nanqiu City, figures leaped up like eagles, or geese grazing the blue waves, leaping into the city.

The last figure fell on the city wall, overlooking the vast Nanqiu City. His green clothes were billowing, his waist was wide and his shoulders were wide. His long hair was tied randomly with cloth strips. His face looked like he was in his early forties. The whisk in his hand made him look like a Taoist priest. But his eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes.

"It is indeed one of the most prosperous cities in the south of Daqi. It will definitely revive the Soul Burning Banner."

The Taoist in Qingyi murmured to himself, with the corners of his mouth raised, and a hint of ferocity in his tone. He then jumped up and disappeared into the vast night.

…

The hall of Fang Mansion was brightly lit. The husband and wife of the manor were all in the hall. Sitting at the head was Fang Meng, the master of the manor.

Fang Meng, who is nearly seventy years old, has gray hair, like a lion in his twilight years. He is sitting on a chair, holding a cane with both hands. His eyes are sharp and he is looking calmly at the night sky outside the door.

"The hour has come, and there is still no bandit attack. It is indeed a rumor."

"I'm just telling you, how can you trust the words of two dolls?"

"Isn't that boy Fang Wang usually very smart? How could he believe such rumors? Fang's house is the Duke's house. Anyone who dares to break in will lose their head."

"Be quiet, you women, what do you know? It's not yet dawn, so you can't take it lightly!"

"Father, the uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger."

The gentlemen were all Fang Wang's uncles, and their faces were all solemn, but some of the ladies pretended to be relaxed, trying to make the atmosphere less heavy.

Silang Jun Fang Zhen's words moved the brothers, because Fang Zhen had served in the army and was a person who crawled out of the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain. His sense of danger was far better than others.

Fang Meng snorted: "I spent my whole life in the army, and now I have been disarmed and returned to the field, handing over military power, but it is not something that anyone can provoke. No matter who dares to come, they will die, and this matter will never be over!"

He was very angry. Looking at the whole world, who would dare to target the government of a country so recklessly?

Who has this power?

Fang Meng had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

Sudden!

"ah--"

A scream came from the east, the cry of a maidservant, the voice full of terror.

Fang Wang's uncle Fang Shi rushed out immediately and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few steps.

The remaining four gentlemen of the Fang Mansion, Fang Zhe, Fang Jin, Fang Zhen, and Fang Yin immediately walked outside the gate and looked around. Although their wives were frightened, they did not panic. They just huddled together and rustled. trembling.

Fang Meng coughed a few times and stood up slowly with the help of his old wife.

Soon, screams, shouts of death, and the sound of swords clashing came from all over the Fang Mansion.

Fang Wang, who was staying on the eaves, saw mysterious men in black breaking into Fang's house from all directions. There were more enemies than he imagined. He rushed towards the man in black with the fastest movement.

At the same time, Fang Hanyu also moved, while Zhou Xue was still sitting in front of the stone table, waiting patiently.

despair!

A man in black climbed over the courtyard wall and landed. He held a knife in his right hand and wore a black cloth on his face. Only his eyes were exposed. His eyes fell on the three maids in the courtyard. When the maids saw him, they screamed in fear. , hurriedly ran towards the house.

The man in black rushed towards them without saying a word.

call out--

A sound broke through the night sky. The man in black stopped immediately. In the corner behind him, a stone fell on the wall. It made a dent the size of a thumb and landed on the ground. Under the moonlight, the stone fell on the wall. The blood stains are black.

The man in black fell backwards and hit his head heavily on the ground. His eyes were wide open and he was still staring blankly. There was a bloody hole in his forehead, which was very scary.

In his eyes, Fang Wang's figure flashed past.

Moving forward quickly on the courtyard wall, Fang Wang would throw a stone from time to time, which he had prepared in advance. Each stone could easily kill a man in black who was wreaking havoc on Fang Mansion.

Fang Wang changed his direction from time to time. He would kill wherever there was a man in black. No enemy could withstand his blow.

Fang Mansion occupies a vast area, like a city within a city. The men in black were scattered in all directions. Fang Wang could not kill them all in a short time. As he walked through, Fang Wang was also looking into the distance.

Zhou Xue said that in addition to the immortal cultivator, the enemies of this invasion also had six top masters from the imperial city. You must know that there are no top masters in Fang Mansion. Even with the help of thousands of Dingjia officers and soldiers, it would be difficult to kill the six. A supreme master.

Fang Wang planned to deal with the six top masters first, and then deal with the immortal cultivator, so that the number of casualties in Fang Mansion could be reduced as much as possible.

Suddenly, Fang Wang saw a powerful force appearing in one direction, which even caused the attic to collapse. He immediately turned around and rushed forward.

Clang!

The swords struck each other, and Fang Hanyu was knocked back. The toes of his feet drew two long marks on the ground. He bent over suddenly, put the scabbard in his hand on the ground, and then half-knelt down. Blood couldn't stop flowing from him. gushed out of his mouth.

As soon as they fought, he was defeated!

Fang Hanyu's long hair was a little messy. He raised his eyes with difficulty, his eyes full of horror, and he gritted his teeth and uttered two words: "Excellent!"

Under the night, with the cold wind howling, the man in black standing in front of Fang Hanyu was holding a fine iron long knife. Different from the other men in black, he was wearing a bronze mask, exposing his eyes, mouth and nose.

The masked man looked down at Fang Hanyu indifferently and hummed: "To reach the first-class level at such a young age, Fang Mansion has produced a genius. It is a pity that he will die here tonight."

He raised the long knife in his right hand, and cold air appeared on the blade.

Fang Hanyu had a look of reluctance on his face. Before tonight, he had met a top master. He was the leader of their sect and a famous grandmaster in Da Qi's martial arts. The leader had given him guidance and made him understand that first-class masters and The gap between the top masters.

His heart fell into despair. Although Fang Mansion was a general's palace, there were no top masters. No matter how strong his uncle Fang Shi was, he was only at the top level.

"Who are you? Who is behind the scenes?"

Fang Hanyu asked in a deep voice. He stood up with difficulty, his hand holding the sword trembling.

Just after the fight, he was already shocked to the core by the opponent's true energy. Even so, he didn't want to back down because this was his home.

The masked man walked up to him, the blade reflecting cold light and flickering beside the ruins.

"Why do dying people need to know the truth? Everything in the world will have nothing to do with you."

The masked man said in a cold voice. He tilted the long knife in his hand, and the cold air on the blade rose like mist, blurring his figure.

Fang Hanyu threw the scabbard aside, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and assumed a sword stance, preparing to fight to the death.

Even if you can't kill the opponent, you still have to find a way to injure him to buy more time for Fang Mansion.

at this time.

The masked man suddenly stopped. Just as Fang Hanyu was hesitating and confused, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind:

"You are right, but have you ever thought that you are the one who is about to die?"

Fang Hanyu turned his head subconsciously, and from the corner of his eye he just caught a glimpse of a figure passing by him like a giant.

It's Fang Wang!

He rushed over quickly with the Jue Ying Step, carrying an afterimage, standing between Fang Hanyu and the masked man.

Fang Wang, who was dressed in white clothes, has grown up, is tall and handsome, but his face is a little childish, and the spirit between his brows is not found in ordinary teenagers.

The masked man's eyes fell on the scabbard of the sword held by Fang Wang in his right hand. He squinted and said, "Good footwork. Looking at you at such a young age, you are really a genius. Compared with you, the person behind you is nothing more than that."

When Fang Hanyu heard this, he didn't think much about it. He just stared at Fang Wang's back blankly.

Naturally, he remembered this cousin, but he hadn't seen him for many years, and because the family was in danger of being exterminated, he never found a chance to reminisce with Fang Wang after he came back.

"That footwork just now...has he also practiced martial arts?"

Fang Hanyu was surprised to think that after he came back, he also asked his father about Fang Wang's experience. Where did this younger brother, who had been staying in Fang Mansion, learn such superb footwork?

Fang Wang stared at the masked man and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand. As soon as the sword light came out of its sheath, the masked man's pupils suddenly dilated.

In his eyes, a sword was getting bigger, and he subconsciously raised the sword.

Poof——

Blood spattered, and Fang Wang appeared behind the masked man. He raised his sword in his right hand and pointed at the moon. He raised his chin slightly, without looking back, and said softly: "You are nothing more than this in front of me."