Lord of the Night

Then Fang Che and Xue Yihong realized another thing at the same time: the other party's sword was actually a divine metal.

Because in the collision, one can clearly feel that the elves in the sword are also devouring each other, regardless of the top or bottom.

This was horrifying for both of them.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable fighting spirit.

One guarded the extremely cold place all year round and killed countless enemies with his sword. The other one went from being the guardian of the mainland to raising Gu and became a god, with mountains of bones under his sword.

But the elven power of the divine metal is also equal! On par!

Strong enemy!

Xue Yihong cheered up.

opponent!

Fang Che also increased his vigilance!

Fang Che's heart moved, and he unfolded the Sky-holding Sword with all his strength, and the transformation came out, but the snow-clothed red sword suddenly unfolded, and the sword was so bright that it broke through in an instant and approached in front of him.

The Tuotian Sword, which lacked the soul essence, was directly broken by Xue Yihong's sword.

But this was Fang Che's intention. As soon as he turned around, the Heavenly Hatred Blade roared out.

In an instant, the stars on the arena were bright, flickering and blinking, the stars moved, and the galaxy suddenly shone.

The roaring evil aura unfolded violently, and the tens of thousands of people in front of the audience felt at the same time that there were countless evil ghosts coming towards their faces with their teeth and claws spread out!

Fang Tu's voice rang out in the evil aura: "This is the Heaven-Slaying Blade, the first move!"

Xue Yihong's voice was ethereal: "The Heaven-Slaying Blade is indeed domineering!"

The long sword suddenly turned into thousands of miles of ice and snow, and the silver dragon descended from the sky and roared towards him.

The snowy starry sky intertwined again.

But everyone in the arena felt chilled in their hearts: The Heaven-Slaying Blade!

Is this Fang Tu’s sword technique? No wonder he killed so many people... The name of the Heaven-Slaughter Blade makes people look murderous!

The sound of thin swords clashing suddenly sounded.

Just hearing this sound was like a heavy rain falling in the sky. Except for Yang Luoyu, Dong Changfeng and a few others, no one else could tell how many swords the two people were fighting at this moment.

There was a loud bang.

The swords shook violently at the same time.

People who are close to it feel like their ears are being deafened.

Two figures, one black and one white, were clearly separated in the air, one left and one right, and landed lightly on the ground.

But the two of them exchanged fierce palms while their swords were intersecting!

The black shadow flew, the stars flickered, and when it landed, it turned into a phantom starry sky again.

White shadows fluttered and snowflakes scattered, turning into a blizzard sky again when the toes landed.

Anyone can see it.

These two people really didn't want to lose, and they slowly started to use desperate tricks. From the sympathy at the beginning, they turned into a fierce battle in the midfield!

"Seven hundred moves!"

Dong Changfeng grinned: "Luo Yu, can you tell who has the upper hand?"

Yang Luoyu looked at it intently and said: "Seven hundred and thirty moves, we are evenly matched. From my point of view, there is no advantage or disadvantage now."

"yes."

Dong Changfeng watched intently and said, "Fang Che must be in a state of mind. If we had to decide the winner, Fang Che would win by a narrow margin in the end."

Yang Luoyu felt strange now. He knew that he couldn't beat Dong Changfeng.

But there’s no reason why the vision is so different, right?

Can Fang Che win? Why didn't I see it?

Reluctantly, he looked at it carefully for a while, and finally frowned: "Brother Dong, how did you see it?"

Dong Changfeng said deeply: "This is very clear."

Do you understand?

Yang Luoyu was confused again, so he observed again for a while and found that they were still evenly matched.

"I don't know, brother, please ask Brother Dong to clarify my doubts."

Clear up the confusion?

Dong Changfeng could never solve this puzzle. In fact, he and Yang Luoyu saw that they were evenly matched, and it could be seen that both of them used their full strength.

But what Dong Changfeng knows very well is... Fang Che still has the inheritance of Junlin!

With the inheritance of Junlin, but he has mastered the sword to this point, how could Fang Che lose?

But how could Dong Changfeng say this?

So he said calmly: "Luo Yu, your eyes... still need practice."

Yang Luoyu scratched his head and began to watch the competition between the two more seriously.

I don’t believe it anymore. It makes no sense that Brother Dong can see it but I can’t.

But after looking over and over, Yang Luoyu finally gave in, after seeing fifteen hundred moves.

"Brother Dong, you are still awesome, I haven't noticed it until now."

Dong Changfeng thought: I didn't see it either!

He said: "Your Brother Dong is still your Brother Dong."

Yang Luoyu thought for a while and decided to go back and find Yu Tianqi or Rui Qianshan to torture himself.

The gap in strength is huge, and the gap in vision is actually so big!

If I don’t work hard, I won’t even be able to see Brother Dong’s back.

The whole place was silent, and they watched with wide eyes as the two people moved around on the small arena, with streams of light flying.

What a battle between dragons and tigers.

Some people's eyes were sore and tears flowed from their eyes.

Everyone in the Xue family looked solemn.

They never expected that Fang Tu could actually fight Xue Yihong to such an extent!

The Xue family has deployed Xueyi Hong, which is really the strongest trump card of the penultimate generation. According to the previous expectations, no matter how powerful Fang Tu was in the world, he was only a third-grade noble!

Although Xue Yihong is also a third-grade Venerable-level, she has even killed an eighth-grade Saint-level in a one-on-one battle!

This gap is simply heaven and earth.

In the original guess, Fang Tu would be defeated in less than a hundred moves.

And Xue Yihong wanted to save face for Fang Tu, and try to fight for about a thousand moves, so that Fang Tu would lose decently.

This is the correct plan.

Why did the situation come to this?

As family members, they could see that Xue Yihong had already used all her strength. In addition to the killer moves that she had kept in the bottom of the box, she had really gone all out.

"Could Fang Tu also defeat the eighth-grade Saint with the cultivation of the third-grade Venerable?"

The white-haired ancestor of the Xue family almost popped his eyes out.

The Xue Yiren, who had always had little presence, sighed and said, "When we went to find Fang Che a few days ago, his cultivation was still at the peak of the second-grade Venerable level. He said that he might break through to the third grade in the next few days."

The Xue family was speechless.

In other words, Fang Tu is only at the beginning of the third-grade Venerable level now?

And Xue Yihong is at the peak of the third grade!

In this way, wouldn't he have already lost?

"Could it be that Fang Tu can defeat the Saint King at the peak of the third grade?" One person widened his eyes.

"That's not the case."

One person said, "The gap between the Saint level and the Saint King is too big. It is a qualitative improvement, not a quantitative accumulation."

"You must know that the next level after the Saint is the Saint King, but in fact it is a leap across the four major levels of 'Zong, Jiang, Shuai, and Hou'. So when you reach the Saint King level, it is called 'one step to heaven'. Why do you say that? It's because this step is too big, like heaven and earth."

"But Fang Tu is really a genius... a genius never seen before..."

The old ancestor's white eyebrows moved, and he said softly: "Think about your cultivation, think about your combat power, think about Fang Che's age, and think about Dahong's age... Hey, he's already defeated."

"Dahong" is Xue Yihong's nickname. Xue Yihong was embarrassed by this name and picked his feet. He stayed in the extremely cold place all the time, which had a lot to do with this nickname.

"Dahong is forty-three years old. Alas..."

Everyone in the Xue family sighed.

Everyone was ashamed.

"I hope Dahong can hold on. Don't lose..."

This battle is still evenly matched in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the Xue family, it is already a loss.

Give Fang Che another twenty years to reach Xue Yihong's current age. What will happen by then?

This is simply unthinkable.

The battle has reached a white-hot stage.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu have both stood up.

Because the sword wind and sword energy of both sides have already had the momentum to escape outside the ring.

This is about to be uncontrollable.

And the sound of the violent collision of swords is getting louder and louder.

Both Dong and Yang are experienced in combat and know that at this time, only one move is needed to decide the winner. After a thousand moves, the two have already been fighting in a condensed state!

The battle of condensed state has been evenly matched, and it has been fighting wildly until now, and it is really about to decide the winner.

Qin Fengyun, Luo Hao and others all looked at Jiang Shangou.

Is this what you want to see?

But Jiang Shangou was staring at the ring without blinking.

Kaiyang Lord Yun Zaikong poked Jiang Shangou with his finger and whispered: "Fourth brother, you are so absorbed in watching, can you... understand it?"

Jiang Shangou said without turning his head: "I understand it!"

"If you understand it, why do you look confused?"

"...Get lost!"

Qin Fengyun sent a message to Jiang Shangou: "Fourth brother!"

Jiang Shangou: "Ah?"

Qin Fengyun sent a message and said carefully: "Do you feel that this Fang Che is the reincarnation of the boss?"

Jiang Shangou was startled and sent a message back: "I didn't say that!"

Qin Fengyun stopped talking and recalled Fang Che's words and deeds after he arrived. After a while, he sent a message back: "Not like that. This Fang Che is very serious, not mean at all."

Jiang Shangou sent a message to refute: "The boss is not mean when he is serious."

Qin Fengyun chuckled: "When the boss opens his mouth, there is also a serious time? Why haven't I seen it?"

Jiang Shangou was silent.

After a while, he said, "Second brother, do you think we can recognize our eldest brother even if we find him?"

Qin Fengyun answered very straightforwardly, "No! But we have to make sure that the boss is alive! Although we are looking for him, we cannot recognize him. If we recognize him, the boss might be in danger. You know, even Lord Xue and Duan Xiyang were very concerned about the matter at the beginning."

Jiang Shangou was silent again, and said, "Then... continue to look for him. Anyway, I firmly believe that the boss is still alive. Maybe now, he has already become a famous figure in the world."

Qin Fengyun was silent for a while, and said, "Do you still doubt Fang Che?"

Jiang Shangou said, "I just feel... What's more, his surname is Fang..."

Qin Fengyun frowned, "Surname Fang... There are at least 10 million people with the surname Fang in the world. You are looking for the boss based on this? Shut up! What nonsense!"

Jiang Shangou was scolded, and sat down with his head down without saying a word.

But Qin Fengyun had more worries.

His eyes began to wander around Fang Che.

Dang!

There was a loud bang.

Fang Che stumbled back, and Xue Yihong spun out.

The sword energy suddenly soared into the sky, and Fang Che, who was retreating, also rushed into the sky. In the sky, the swords and knives fought again.

The light like a meteor continued to fall.

Xue Yihong let out a long roar, and her body soared into the sky again.

In the sky, snowflakes suddenly fell, completely hiding the sun, moon and stars.

The power of the sky, the power of the earth, the power of the snow, the power of the wind, the power of killing!

The whistling and crisscrossing filled the sky!

It was one of Xue Yihong's trump cards.

The Xue family's handed-down divine sword... The world is full of snow!

But although Xue Yihong used his trump card, he did not touch the desperate trump card of dying together. In his opinion, the competition was not necessary, not to mention that he did not want Fang Che to be hurt at all.

This sword was enough to determine the winner. It was also enough to give an explanation to all the gamblers in the world.

And Fang Che rushed up again in the air, his body suddenly rotated, the starry sky disappeared, and replaced by a scorching sun!

Condensed purity, the sword of the sun!

Yes, now Fang Che's hand is no longer a knife, but a sword!

"The sword of Lord Jian!"

Dong Changfeng sighed.

It was said that in this venue, the Ningxue Sword sent out millions of sword energy seeds, but among the tens of thousands of students present at the time, only Fang Che could fully appreciate this sword.

Moreover... this sword has now developed to the level of a brilliant sun!

The two swords, carrying the power of wind and thunder at the same time, are like two skies, the sun, the moon, the stars, the sky, the snow and the earth collide!

With a loud bang!

The two of them collided fiercely.

The entire fine steel ring was shattered like flour in an instant.

If it flew out, I'm afraid there would be at least thousands of casualties.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu were well prepared, and their auras enveloped them at the same time. All the broken iron pieces, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, fell into the hands of the two people and became two huge iron balls!

None of them flew out.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Fang Che and Xue Yihong stood in the sky, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a sword.

The cloaks on the two people were a little tattered and full of holes.

Sun Wutian's face in the dark in the distance turned black. My clothes... does this kid still have them?

In the air, Xue Yihong smiled bitterly: "I should have admitted defeat long ago. I never thought that you would use your trump card. You are famous for your sword, but your trump card is actually a sword."

Fang Che was silent for a moment, and said: "It doesn't matter. This sword has been revealed long ago. But this battle is evenly matched. If we really want to decide the winner, I'm afraid we will both be born and die at the same time."

Xue Yihong said casually: "If you lose, you lose. Why bother to find excuses for me?"

He pointed to the sword mark on his collar and said: "There is a sword mark on my throat, but not on yours."

Fang Che did not comment: "But if it is a life-and-death battle, these two swords can't kill you."

"But if the duel is lost."

Xue Yihong smiled faintly. Although he also had a trump card that he hadn't played, he knew Fang Che well and knew clearly that Fang Che had not played the flying knife that he had shown in the friendly battle between good and evil!

So, even if he played all his trump cards, he might not be able to defend against the opponent's flying knife!

He slowly turned in the air, with a bitter look on his face, and said to the crowd: "I lost!"

Fang Che took a deep breath and said: "Lucky! Thank you for letting me!"

He silently said to Xue Fuxiao in his heart: I am lucky to have fulfilled my mission!

But your descendant is really ridiculously strong.

This battle really changed some of Fang Che's ideas. At least in the leader-level plan of raising Gu to become a god, he has encountered no one who can match Xue Yihong's combat power!

It doesn't count that Yan Beihan and others didn't fight.

Even, Xue Yihong is much stronger than himself in the leader-level plan of raising Gu to become a god!

Everyone in the field was silent.

In this battle, in full view of the public, Xue Yihong did her best.

But Fang Tu was indeed better!

There is nothing to say about the defeat.

I tried my best, but I lost. What can I say?

But the problem is...many people's fortunes are bet on Xue Yihong.

Xue Yihong smiled bitterly: "Captain Fang, I'm sorry that you lost 100 million."

Fang Che also reacted immediately, holding his chest with heartache: "I won the battle, but lost 100 million? This... this..."

Xue Yihong laughed, almost unable to breathe: "Captain Fang, victory and defeat are common in the military. Please don't take it to heart. It's just 100 million..."

"But this 100 million you mentioned is really hard to earn..." Fang Che sighed.

The two asked and answered.

Soon many people in the front row burst into laughter.

This matter is indeed funny.

Many people were relieved...I didn't do anything, I just lost tens of thousands, and Captain Fang fought desperately, but ended up losing 100 million...

This matter has to be said to be full of drama.

The Xue family was mentally prepared for Xue Yihong's defeat when the battle was halfway through.

Although disappointed, they were not very disappointed.

Just thinking of the old ancestor's order that he must win but not lose, he felt panic in his heart.

What if he really loses?

The old ancestor's temper is really going to explode, this matter is really difficult to deal with!

Dong Changfeng announced the result, and then the competition officially ended. The result was announced to all the major guarding halls in the world at the first moment!

In the battle of Fang Xue, Fang Tu fought against Xue Yihong, the genius of the Xue family, and won the battle!

Fang Tu's reputation has reached a new level.

At the same time, it is equivalent to announcing the doomsday of the gamblers in the world, and there is grief everywhere...

Fang Che and Xue Yihong fell to the ground and thanked Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu.

Because in the last blow, the two of them really couldn't control the power to disperse. If it weren't for Dong and Yang, the consequences would be serious.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu both had plain smiles on their faces and didn't take it seriously.

With the two of them here, it would really be a joke if they could hurt the crowd of onlookers.

Then the Xue family members also came over, and everyone talked together.

Dong Changfeng was quite gloating: "I say, you guys will probably have to bear the wrath of thunder when you go back."

Immediately, the faces of the Xue family wrinkled up like eggplants beaten by frost: "Mr. Dong... you really don't want to pick up any of the pots..."

As he was talking, a sudden surge of momentum came, seemingly gentle, but actually dense and overwhelming. Suddenly, the entire Tiandu City was filled!

White clouds surged in the sky.

Landing slowly, it turned into a figure in the sky.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the expression is cold.

He is the number one person in the world, the number one in the cloud weapon spectrum, the love-cutting knife, Xue Fuxiao, Master Xue is here!

Just after defeat, the ancestor came!

Everyone in the Xue family turned pale, and their hearts suddenly became heartless. They all knelt down: "See you, ancestor!"

Everyone else saluted at the same time: "See Master Snow!"

Xue Fuxiao stood high in the sky with a calm expression. After greeting everyone, he said to the Xue family calmly: "It's embarrassing, isn't it enough? Why don't you go home quickly? You have to stay in Tiandu City for a drink." Celebrate?"

The Xue family members trembled and fell to the ground: "The descendants of future generations should be ashamed of the honor of our ancestors... Please punish our ancestors!"

Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly and said: "Thank you for remembering me, my ancestor, so shameless! Tsk tsk, as descendants of the Xue family, you have done a good job! Last year I was defeated once, and this year I was defeated once. You really created surprises for me one after another. ”

Suddenly beads of sweat fell down on everyone's faces.

Ancestor is embarrassed to get angry in front of so many people, but in the same way, he has spoken so harshly in front of so many people, and I really don’t know what will happen when he returns home.

Dong Changfeng quickly stood up and said with an apologetic smile: "Master Xue, this is also a non-war crime..."

Xue Fuxiao gave him a cold look and said, "Master Dong, wait until it is your Dong family's turn to say this again. This is a family matter of the Xue family. Why are you joining in the fun? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Dong Changfeng blushed on the spot and backed away: "Yes, yes, Master Xue, please calm down."

Dong Changfeng hugged his head and ate a hot fart. Yang Luoyu was even more afraid to show his face, shrinking his neck to reduce his presence.

Xue Fuxiao looked at Xue Yihong: "You lost, are you very proud? Why don't you go back to Northern Xinjiang and wait for a feast?"

Xue Yihong quickly bowed and ran away.

"Fang Che, I'll drink with you next time...I'll run away first..."

The red snow clothes disappeared without a trace.

Before Fang Che even had time to say goodbye, Xue Yihong disappeared.

"Do you still want me to invite you back?"

Xue Fuxiao looked at the remaining Xue family members coldly.

"I will go back immediately as ordered and wait for the ancestor's punishment!"

"I'm old? I can't walk? Do I still have to wait for you?"

Xue Fuxiao's face was like frost: "I'll wait for you at home!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "This ancestor is waiting for your triumphant return!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Everyone in the Xue family got up from the ground and rushed into the sky, running as fast as they could to their homes. They didn't even have time to say hello to everyone.

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the Xue family disappeared without a trace.

Before anyone could even react, the Xue family all disappeared.

Everyone present was stunned...

Fang Tu won, the Xue family left, and we lost... Is this... over? My money...

Countless howls have reached the throat...

Just then...

Yang Luoyu suddenly stood up, straight into the sky, and stood directly above the original arena.

Take out a piece of paper.

He shouted loudly in the air: "Everyone is silent! Guardian headquarters, the latest secret order!"

Yang Luoyu's voice was like thunder, shaking the sky and could be heard clearly from hundreds of miles away.

Suddenly... the entire audience and everyone outside the venue were shocked. Even the cries of the gamblers were stuck in their throats.

What happened again?

Why did the Guardian headquarters come to give orders?

I saw Yang Luoyu unfolding the paper at high altitude and chanting loudly: "Guardian Headquarters, Eastern Military Advisor Order!"