Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 660: Wu Shen, Puyang Cang
"Is there no possibility of negotiation?"

Qian Xiangming looked as hopeless as death. Although he had known for a long time that such a matter could not be hidden from a martial artist at the Divine Wandering Realm, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Many Yanyue Sect disciples also looked ashen.

The Ziwei Sect did not obey Fang Xuan's discipline and ended up being destroyed. This is not an uncommon occurrence in the entire Jingzhou nowadays.

"Talk? Let's finish the fight first."

Fang Xuan walked out of the lobby with a calm expression, raised his head to glance at the clouds, and in full view of everyone, he turned into a ray of white light and flew into the clouds.

"Commander Fang!"

Qian Xiangming shouted in fear.

beat?
If this really comes to a head,

The entire Yanyue Sect would no longer exist!

At the small lake on the mountain, the figure sitting cross-legged frowned slightly.

I saw that his body was straight, he was wearing slightly dark clothes, and there were some deep red mysterious Taoist patterns on his exposed skin.

The moment he frowned.

Two people beside him looked cold, and raised their eyes to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff: "How dare you disturb the Lord God's intensive cultivation, are you looking for death?"

The moment these two people shouted, the sea of ​​clouds around the cliff surged, and they were all warriors of the ninth rank of Martial Honor.

Nowadays, wandering warriors from Jiuzhou have emerged one after another, but even so, a ninth-grade martial master is strong enough to guard an area in the entire Jiuzhou.

This small Yanyue Sect is not even considered one of the top ten sects among the many sects in Jingzhou.

Such a terrifying existence is hidden in this small back mountain!

Under the scolding of the two men, all the warriors of Yanyue Sect became disheartened and knelt down in the sect with a look of despair on their faces.

At this moment, for their Yanyue Sect, no matter what the final outcome of this battle is, the outcome of the Yanyue Sect is a foregone conclusion.

"It's over, it's over!"

"My Yanyue Sect's three hundred years of inheritance is about to be destroyed in my hands."

Qian Xiangming's body instinctively froze, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

By the small lake on the cliff, the man who was slowly feeding the mackerels in the lake slowly raised his head.

A pair of eyes, dark and domineering.

He looked at Jinxiu Baishan, who was already standing on the cliff, and said in a deep voice, "Actually, I haven't decided whether to take action or not."

"The old guys in the tribe all told me to go back, but I have been underground for thousands of years. Now I can enjoy the lake and the sun so comfortably. You will never understand this feeling."

As he spoke, Puyang Cang stood up and waved to the two ninth-rank martial masters who were standing in front of him: "Since you have come to my door today, I would like to personally learn how powerful the person who can withstand the sword of that old bastard Teng Zijing is!"

"You don't know your limits, why don't you retreat?"

The two ninth-rank martial masters wanted to attack, but after being scolded by Puyang Cang, they retracted their energy and retreated to the rear.

Fang Xuan raised his eyes slightly.

He looked at the man in front of him with a little surprise. Compared with Tuoba Yu, this man looked more like a Zhongzhou person. If it weren't for the faintly visible blood-red Taoist patterns on his body, no one would associate him with the barbarian witch god.

Especially the looming murderous aura in the other party's body, compared with the witch god sealed in Pantai Pass, the difference between the two is simply like heaven and earth.

"I heard that Mr. Wei advised you. In fact, you should have listened to his advice. Jingzhou is not a place for you to stay."

Puyang Cang suddenly chuckled and looked at the young man in white in front of him again.

Compared to the other party's ability to take Teng Zijing's sword, his tone at this moment seemed to be more arrogant.

"The reputation of the Lord of Jingzhou is just a joke in my eyes."

"If you die, Jiuzhou will at best become more of a topic of conversation among scholars and warriors. As for me..." Puyang Cang stretched out his hand to the side, and two guards pinched their hand seals, which turned into a Liuyun Spear, which slowly flew into his hand.

"Me."

"You didn't win the chance."

The barbarian witch god put away his smile and suddenly clenched his spear.

The next moment, Fang Xuan disappeared from the spot first.

The majestic aura instantly filled the entire sky. The strength of the Divine Wandering Realm was not low anywhere in Kyushu.

But in this situation, the sudden burst of powerful momentum only caused Puyang Cang's mouth corners to slightly rise.

The power of the four spirits was enough to make one face the heaven and earth directly. Moreover, the power of the spirit that could erupt from Fang Xuan's body was so brilliant that even a blind person would be blinded again.

In an instant, the power of the four souls transformed into endless sword energy and gathered somewhere.

A figure carrying white flames rushed out fiercely, and Mo Yuan slashed down from the air, pointing directly at Puyang Cang's heart.

"interesting!"

Facing such a powerful attack, Puyang Cang actually smiled faintly, glanced sideways at the surrounding sea of ​​clouds, then turned the spear in his hand and fired forward.

The entire spear was suddenly covered with dense black scales. These scales did not look like those of some monster. Then, two pupils appeared on the raised part of the spear tip.

This spear seemed to come alive and was filled with evil.

Roar--! !

A sharp roar turned into tangible waves, causing the entire cliff lake to surge, as if the sky was upside down.

"Barbarian Star Destroying God Spear!"

Under the cliff, in the Yanyue Sect, Qian Xiangming felt the aftermath of the battle erupting from above and was deeply shocked.

Fang Xuan is now at the peak of his career in Jingzhou, but the man on the cliff is obviously even more difficult to deal with.

Now, two powerful men who are now fighting in such a close place to the Yanyue Sect, the one that is most affected is the Yanyue Sect.

The gun turned and whistled, and in an instant it created an endless ocean in the sky, covering Fang Xuan like a huge prison.

"how?"

A sinister smile appeared on Puyang Cang's face. At the moment when the sword light fell, the tip of the gun pierced through the white shirt at a very tricky angle.

On the white shirt, magic arrays flickered, but the spear found the flaws in them very accurately.

However, just as the gun was about to tear the entire figure into pieces, the smile on Puyang Cang's face suddenly froze.

"Whale Joy!"

I only vaguely heard a sigh, and then a piercing pain came from behind.

Click, click, click!
The sharp sword light was just a cover. The real killing move was a palm strike with a vast burst of fire.

A palm strike that was far more ferocious than the tip of a spear shattered the solid armor on Puyang Cang's body.

"Roar!"

Puyang Cang felt the pain and roared along with the spear in his hand. With a thought in his mind, he rushed across like a dragon.

However, the moment he looked back, he saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

The ruthlessness contained in that endless indifference was even more vicious than that of this barbarian witch god!
The murderous aura in the air was like the cold light of a sword, which made people feel afraid.

Even the skin seemed to be torn apart!

(End of this chapter)