"This, this..."

Li Hongyun even stood up and stared at the silver moon in distractedly, his lips trembled, and he could hardly be able to himself.

Although this sword is somewhat plausible, its charm is very similar to what the master mentioned...

Grass?

Fang Chen only took a few days to practice the Soul-Slaying Sword Technique to perfection and even realized the mystery?

You, you...

Li Hongyun opened his mouth, and there seemed to be a ball of cotton in his throat, and he could not make any noise.

"Secretary?"

Fang Yu held his breath and looked at Fang Chen tightly, his inner shock could not be described in words.

The mystery is a kind of interpretation of the martial arts powerhouse.

When creating martial arts, powerful warriors often incorporate their own understanding and understanding of martial arts.

This kind of thing is the mystery.

This thing is really difficult to understand. In this regard, understanding and luck are more important than hard work or talent.

If you don’t have enough understanding and bad luck, it’s useless to fight to the death for a lifetime.

It may not be huge, but it can definitely be called weird.

Every warrior has different understandings and understandings of martial arts. A powerful warrior must have unique features. If he does not experience it personally, he will never know the essence of the mystery.

It may be visually a knife, and it will be cut into pieces when it hits the body. Or it may be like a mountain tilting backwards, or it may be like being hit by the waves.

It's even more strange than this, and there are countless.

Just like Fang Chen's sword now, from a realistic perspective, his sword was not sheathed at all, but everyone "has seen the extremely gorgeous cold moon with their own eyes."

This is a spiritual knife, which is not the human body, but the soul consciousness.

The cold moon is eyeing and reflects in the sky.

The moonlight shines, and it is cold and bright.

Sizzle ~

The friction of metal completely called everyone back from the beautiful scenery.

But at this moment, Fang Chen kicked his thumb slightly and pressed the cold light into the sheath. His face turned pale like white paper, and his breath was extremely depressed.

"hiss……"

Liu Changqing was gasping for cold air, feeling cold sweat all over, and struggled to come back to his senses from the illusion. When he saw Fang Chen's bad condition, his eyes were filled with horror and glory.

Just now he thought he was dead.

But unexpectedly...

He looked down at himself, with an admiration and relief smile on his face: "This knife is indeed very powerful, but you are too slow."

He could see clearly the trajectory of Fang Chen's knife, and he could easily hide.

This knife gave Liu Changqing more impression, which was actually shocking.

That's all.

"Slow?"

Fang Chen frowned, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Liu Changqing tilted his head and asked, "Are you fast?"

"I think it's okay." Fang Chen recalled the situation just now and answered the question seriously: "If it's slow, why didn't you avoid it?"

"I haven't avoided it? What are you going to..."

Liu Changqing almost laughed out loud. He felt that Fang Chen was a little crazy. He was obviously intact and had not even broken the corner of his clothes. You actually said you cut me down... Wait, your head hurts a little.

Dang ~

The long sword fell to the ground, extremely crisp.

"you……"

Liu Changqing stared at him in disbelief, his eyes were like a flashing morning star, gradually returning to silence, and the ups and downs in his chest were completely gone, and he stood on the stage like a puppet.

"pity."

Fang Chen looked at the lifelike and even warm body, and muttered to himself: "I am not strong enough now, otherwise how could you bet for so long?"

The secret of the Soul-Breaking Slash originates from the "Snow Moon Soul-Breaking Sword" transformed by the system.

If Fang Chen is right, the "Soul-Slaying Sword Technique" is not an ordinary martial art, and it can also understand the mystery, but it should not be as powerful as it is after transformation.

The people from the notary office of Tongwusi were stunned when they saw his move to step down: "What are you doing?"

“It’s over.”

"What's over? He's not..."

"He is dead."

Fang Chen glanced at her, left this creepy sentence quietly, and walked off the competition stage with a knife.

He doesn't want to kill, but he can't do anything about it.

The other party is not a weakling, and if he wants to win, he can only rely on this move.

At his current level, he cannot fully control this kind of attack involving spirit and soul.

So, sorry.

You go and die.

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"Are you okay?"

Li Qingqing hurriedly ran over, holding his hand, and the coldness spread to the palm of her hand, which made her shudder. Fang Chen was now like a walking corpse, and his whole body was cold.

"Help me get a blood coagulation pill in my pocket."

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Fang Chen's forehead. He was so weak that he could hardly hold on to the knife. If it weren't for the strong willpower, he would have fainted.

Fortunately, Li Hongyun is an old fried dough stick, so he gave him the reward in advance, that is, the box of blood coagulation pills, to avoid accidents.

"OK."

Li Qingqing hurriedly took out a small box from his pocket, took out a blood coagulation pill and fed it into his mouth.

The fingertips touched the thin lips, and the feeling of electric shock.

Li Qingqing instinctively shrank his hands and opened his head. A few days ago, the close contact between him and Fang Chen was seen in his fight, and his ears were a little red.

"Hiss...huh."

Fang Chen shivered, feeling the burning warmth melting in his body, quickly dispelling the biting coldness and the warm comfort made him feel sleepy.

Feeling the sight of the surroundings with various emotions, he felt a little uncomfortable, and leaned into Li Qingqing's ear and whispered: "Tell your dad, don't forget to check out."

"Ah? Ah?" Li Qingqing shook his ears cutely and hurriedly avoided for a while. His ears were connected to his face, and even his neck was pink.

"I'll go first."

Fang Chen made a gesture to Li Hongyun and walked towards the door slowly with a knife.

Swish!

The audience, who blocked the door, retreated back in unison, his eyes full of awe. He instinctively wanted to stay away from him, as if he could be safer.

The news media that couldn't wait to hold long guns and short cannons before were even more impressed by their eyes and their heads, and they didn't mention the interview any longer.

The bloody battle with Wang Lei has scared them like ordinary people.

And Liu Changqing's death made them even more terrifying.

The knife was so slow and so beautiful, and it was obviously not cut, but Liu Changqing was still dead.

Death is inexplicably dead.

Power is terrible, and unknown is even more terrible.

"That~"

Fang Chen suddenly stopped, looked around, and whispered to the media reporter: "I don't like to show off very much. I hope you can understand what I mean."

"Guru~"

A plain and gentle sentence poured into their ears, but it was as cold as snow and winter, and the threat was beyond words.

“Yes, yes…”

The reporters nodded wildly like pounding garlic.

The pressure he put on alone made everyone in the audience very nervous.

When a reporter faces celebrities and celebrities, he can speak freely and speak loudly.

But when faced with warriors, they really have no confidence.

Fang Chen is not a good person. Thinking about Wang Lei’s miserable situation, he knows what consequences will be caused by angering him.

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Chapter completed!