Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 313
Watching the headless corpse slowly fall down with the blood that has not been sprayed out, there was a dead silence in the field.

"Ten breaths!" After a while, someone finally couldn't restrain the shock in his heart and exclaimed in a low voice.

Yes, ten breaths. It took Xiaonan only ten breaths to kill Xun Yuqiang and a King Kong Shangjing.

In such a short period of time, it would be quite difficult for an ordinary psychic to kill a King Kong master; but Fang Xiaonan did it, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he killed it directly with only ten breaths.

Originally, everyone thought that it would take at least an incense stick of kung fu to decide the outcome, but they did not expect that the Xun family's Vajra Realm would be beheaded so soon.

Everyone looked shocked at Fang Xiaonan who didn't even sweat a drop except for his shortness of breath; then they all looked at Xun Yitai who was in the audience with strange expressions.

I saw Xun Yitai opened his mouth wide at this time, looking at the stage with a face full of astonishment, as if he still couldn't believe it.

"Hahaha you are indeed the grandson of my Lin family, Xun Yitai, are you convinced, hahaha!" Lin Zongfeng over there, watching this scene, already laughed out loud proudly, laughing so much that everyone in the courtyard listened Be clear.

This smug look made Bai Kaiming and Bai Kaiming, who were also stunned standing on the second floor, couldn't help snorting softly.

It wasn't until he heard Lin Zongfeng's smug laughter and felt the sympathetic eyes of all the people looking at him, that Xun Yitai came back to his senses, his face paled instantly, and he looked at Tenglong who fell on the stage again. Jian glanced, opened his mouth, and finally stomped his feet fiercely, disregarding Xun Yuqiang's body, and walked outside without looking back.

Xun Tianlin's face on the side was also ashen, looking at the head of the family striding away, and then at Xun Yuqiang's body and Tenglong sword in the stands, his eyes showed a trace of reluctance.

But feeling the weird and sympathetic eyes around him, the old face couldn't hold back, he gritted his teeth, finally stomped his feet, and bowed his hands to a deacon of the external relations department next to him, begging the other party to restrain Xun Yuqiang's body , then strode away.

And the deacon of the external relations department waved his hand, and soon several people came up to the stage and lifted Xun Yuqiang's body and head down; they also picked up the Tenglong sword beside him.

"Inspector Fang, we will organize your belongings for you, and you can pick them up at our Outreach Department at any time!" The deacon bowed his hands to Fang Xiaonan respectfully, and then retreated.

Fang Xiaonan stood on the stage, nodded, indifferent and speechless, and watched Xun Yuqiang's body being carried out of the courtyard, then turned his head to look at Chichengzi who was also looking ugly under the stage, and shouted coldly: " Kunlun! Die!"

Hearing this, Chi Chengzi's voice was slightly embarrassed, his Kunlun people came, and they were here too, but he never thought that he would let people play now.

In his mind, with people from the Xun family, there would be no need to play at all; even if Fang Xiaonan didn't lose, at least he would be injured; if he had to play the second game, it would be at least tomorrow.

But now, Fang Xiaonan killed the members of the Xun family with only ten breaths, and he was not injured at all, and he didn't even consume a little of his spiritual power; Chi Chengzi really froze now.

His Kunlun is also a Vajra Upper Realm, and he is also a very strong one, and he is also prepared, but the spiritual weapon of the suppressing treasure is in his head at this time.

Now there is no doubt that Fang Xiaonan has invited the battle, and the Kunlun people cannot back down; but now he is hesitant whether to let this spirit weapon be brought up.

With the kind of terrifying strength shown by imitating Xiao Nanfang, Chi Chengzi no longer has much confidence in his disciple.

If you don't bring this spiritual weapon, I'm afraid the possibility of failure is quite high; but with this spiritual weapon, is it certain that you will win?
Chichengzi hesitated, imitating Xiaonan could even kill Bi Qingyang and Ma Xinmin, who knows what other trump cards are hidden?After all, the strength of Bi Qingyang, who traveled thousands of miles alone, may no longer be inferior to his Chichengzi. In addition, Ma Xinmin was also killed, the other party must have some backup.

The Xun family's highest-grade magic weapon, the Tenglong Sword, was lost. Although it lost face, the loss was not too great.

But if his family's spiritual artifact of the Zhenpai lost his hands, then Chichengzi would be a sinner of Kunlun.

"Master?" Kui Yuanzi next to him said in a low voice, "Will Hongming make it?"

Chichengzi hesitated for a moment, looked at Fang Xiaonan in the stands, and looked at Fang Xiaonan with a sneer on his face, always feeling that the other party seemed to be expecting something.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth, looked at the disciples beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Hongming, do your best!"

This middle-aged disciple in his forties turned slightly pale when he heard Master's words. He also saw Fang Xiaonan's strength just now; now Master doesn't seem to have the intention of bringing the spiritual weapon to him on stage. That is to let oneself fight to the death.

The disciple, who roughly understood his master's thoughts, took a deep breath, cupped his fists slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this disciple will definitely not embarrass Kunlun; but if the disciple is unlucky, Xun'er will ask the master!"

Chichengzi pursed his lips, looked at his disciple firmly, nodded slowly and said: "Go, no matter whether you return safely or not, Xun'er will be my third generation elite disciple of Kunlun!"

Hearing Master's words, Hongming's eyes lit up slightly, and after cupping his hands again, he turned around boldly and walked towards the stage with big strides.

Seeing the middle-aged man walking slowly towards the stage, Fang Xiaonan's face gradually became solemn, no longer the indifference just now.

The battle just now was too much, but now it’s better, it’s obvious that the opponent came here with the intention of dying; against this kind of opponent, all kinds of tricks are almost useless; the battle just now, just It was I who took the lead, took advantage of the opponent's timidity, and won the battle with the wind and speed!
At this time, the other party will definitely not give him such a chance again.

Imitation Xiaonan's real strength is only around the Middle King Kong Realm. Against this King Kong Upper Realm, who is equipped with magical weapons and Dao Talismans, who is determined to die and has rich combat experience, he is definitely the most difficult to fight.

Perhaps the only thing that made him feel at ease was that the other party did not bring that spiritual weapon, which made him not need to consider using the Thunder of Purity, and would not expose the existence of Lingxi.

There will be no one next, only war!It's just that even if he wins this time, it will be a miserable victory.

After making up his mind, Fang Xiaonan's mentality relaxed, and he hit as soon as he wanted, what was he afraid of?It's not like I only know how to cut against the wind!

Watching the middle-aged man start to step onto the stage step by step, imitating Xiaonan's frightening knife in his hand, he held the knife handle tightly with both hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly stomped hard.

"Forehead?"

"Ok?"

Seeing Fang Xiaonan's appearance, everyone was stunned for a moment, not knowing what imitating Xiaonan was doing.

"Boom!" Fang Xiaonan stomped his foot suddenly again at this time, and following his stomp, a wave of spiritual power faintly shook.

After connecting twice, many people seem to feel a little familiar; someone even exclaimed: "Maoshan God?"

Hearing the name, everyone was stunned. Looking at Xiaonan's appearance, the more they looked, the more they looked like him; it's just that the Maoshan God Fighting is not the Maoshan Vajra Secret Art?Non-direct disciples can't learn?How can I imitate Xiaonan?
Thinking in this way, everyone looked at a Taoist priest who was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

I saw that the Taoist priest was looking at Fang Xiaonan on the stage at this time, his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a trace of doubt on his face.

At this time, I felt that from the eyes of everyone, the long brow tightened again, and after a moment of pondering, he slowly shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "It is specious, although this fluctuation is similar to my Maoshan God Fight, but there is a big difference. The difference; there is only possibility. I am afraid that it is the long-lost spiritual body!"

"Spirit God Transformation?" The vast majority of people were taken aback when they heard this strange name. Only a few elders with profound experience frowned when they heard this, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Spiritual transformation? Isn't this the deification sect's unique skill that was cut off a hundred years ago? Why is it reappearing now?"

And that Chi Chengzi's expression changed drastically when he heard this; as the head of Kunlun, he naturally knew the origin of this spirit-god incarnation;

At this moment, he hurriedly looked at his own disciple who was on stage, wanting to signal the disciple to quickly interrupt Xiaonan's technique.

But amidst the surprise and doubts of the crowd, Fang Xiaonan had already stamped his third foot, and the subsequent burst of spiritual power fluctuations was even more obvious; breath.

That Hongming over there just came onto the stage at this time, watching the imitation of Xiaonan's actions on the other side, with his rich experience, he didn't need to see his master's wink, his face changed, and he didn't say any clichés. He raised his hand, and held the three-foot bronze mace on his back. After a pause, he threw it at Fang Xiaonan with an angry roar.

Whether it is "Maoshan God Strike" or other similar spells, once they are successfully cast, the effect will be extremely astonishing; if the skill of the caster is profound, it is not uncommon for the power to be doubled, doubled, or even tripled.

But there is only one weakness, that is, it takes time to cast it, and if it is successfully blocked before the opponent completes; not only can the spell be cracked, but if the opponent's skill is not deep enough, it can also cause the opponent to have the worry of backlash.

As an experienced disciple of Kunlun Vajra Upper Realm, he naturally reacted decisively.

Anyway, as soon as this life-and-death battle is on stage, it will be considered to have begun, and there is no need to resort to false politeness.

Seeing this copper mace, someone exclaimed again in surprise: "Kunlun hits the magic whip?"

"It's not a magic whip, it's just an imitation magical weapon! This person is Lin Hongming, the God of Kunlun One Whip!" Someone who is familiar with the Kunlun School corrected him in a low voice.

Hearing this introduction, someone next to him exclaimed in surprise: "Oh? He just stunned the gods with a whip? Kunlun really made a fortune. Isn't this Lin Hongming said to be the most promising psychic in Kunlun's generation?"

"That's right, Chichengzi really paid for it this time, but the outcome is unpredictable!" Looking at the imitation Xiaonan, who was obviously on the verge of success, many people began to sigh slightly and shook their heads. .

While everyone was discussing like this, Lin Hongming whipped Fang Xiaonan's head with one whip.

And Fang Xiaonan also opened his eyes suddenly at this time, those eyes that were originally as clear as jade, but now they were dark, and there was a wicked and strange smile on his face.

"Ah!" The God-Shocking Knife in his hand was raised and moved horizontally, the handle of the knife was tightly held in his right hand, the back of the knife was resting flat on the palm of his left hand, and it was placed horizontally in front of the God-Shocking Whip.

"Dang!" There was a loud noise, and Lin Hongming flicked the startling whip in his hand, and his whole body also leaned back; while Fang Xiaonan was down-to-earth, with a straight waist, but he remained motionless.

"Hey!" Lin Hongming is worthy of being the famous "Shocking God with a Whip". While turning backwards, he kicked Fang Xiaonan's chest directly.

The weird smile on Xiaonan's face flashed again, and the whole body leaned back, barely avoiding the kick; The back of the knife directly pressed down on Lin Hongming's feet.

Lin Hongming's face changed slightly, he bent his legs in mid-air, and twisted his body suddenly, a lazy donkey rolled in mid-air, and fell to the ground; he raised his whip and looked at Fang Xiaonan on the opposite side with a vigilant face, and then angrily With a drink, he swung his whip again.

Absolutely don't allow the opponent to take the lead, otherwise, if the trick just came, I'm afraid it's easy to fall into a disadvantage.

Fang Xiaonan still had that evil smile on his face at this time, and he didn't say much, he let out a light hey, and the frightening knife in his hand also slashed.

This knife seemed slow but fast, and it reached Lin Hongming's eyes in the blink of an eye; compared to the first windward cut, the second and third cuts were not weak at all.

Lin Hongming yelled angrily, and slammed the bronze mace in his hand hard at the frightening knife.

"铛!" The crisp sound was not loud, and after touching the copper mace, the Soul Knife was like a spirit snake. With a light swipe, it slashed towards Lin Hongming's arm mysteriously.

Lin Hongming focused his eyes, swung his waist vigorously, and shook his hands like willow branches, and he escaped from the threat of the knife; at the same time, he hit Fang Xiaonan again with a whip.

"Clang clang clang!"

The two fought several times in a row, and they were evenly divided; the only difference was that the evil smile on Fang Xiaonan's face was still at this time, and it seemed to be still relaxed and natural.

However, Lin Hongming's breath was already thick, and he looked a little bit downwind.

Seeing Lin Hongming who was panting over there, the corners of his lips curled up like Xiao Nan's, and he gave a mocking chuckle, raised the panic knife in his hand, paused slightly, and rolled towards Lin Hongming again like a whirlwind.

"Clang clang clang!"

Everyone just looked at Xiao Nan wielding the knife like a god, and the frightening knife flew towards Lin Hongming like a gust of wind and rain.

"Hahaha" During the collision of the weapons, Fang Xiaonan's laughter became more and more eerie and brisk.

Under this strong pressure, Lin Hongming's forehead was sweating profusely, and he even wanted to reach out to take out one or two Dao Talismans several times, but he was always blocked by Xiaonan's saber gesture, and he had no chance at all.

And as the laughter in Fan Xiaonan's mouth became louder, and the speed of the frightening knife in his hand became faster and faster, Lin Hongming gradually began to be overwhelmed; he could only barely resist, but he was completely powerless to fight back.

It's just that at this time, no one saw it. Xiaonan's already dark pupils were completely dark at this moment. Diffuse slowly
(End of this chapter)