square inch kill

Chapter 117 Pen Breaks the Beauty Fan

"Brother Fang's words are wrong. If such a peerless beauty is not painted with a wonderful brush, it will be a waste of money." Shaking his head slightly, Mu Qiu still remained unmoved, and sketched with his own brush.

"Clang!"

There was only a crisp sound, the long sword in Fang Cun's hand had already been unsheathed, and there was a pleasant sound of the sword's cry, and he raised his hand and stabbed out with the sword.

"Interesting! Since Brother Fang is interested in teaching me, I will accompany you. However, you can't miss such elegant things." With a light touch on his feet, Mu Qiu flew upside down, with a smile on his mouth, but his hands remained the same. It doesn't stop, it doesn't mean to care about the size at all.

The contempt is self-evident.

Even Xiaoyaozi couldn't help flashing a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes at this moment, but he had to admit that the other party had the qualifications to be so arrogant.

He is the descendant of the demon king himself, and his methods are far beyond the comparison of ordinary masters. At the same time, he suppresses square inches with the absolute strength of the earth. Even if he is so big, it is not an exaggeration.

However, the square inch is also an odd number, and the result is extremely difficult to predict.After all, Fang Cun didn't want to defeat the opponent at this time, but just forced the opponent to stop painting.

"Zheng!"

The sword is like a dragon and a snake, and as soon as it is struck, Fang Cun vaguely releases a trace of sword intent, and the point where each sword falls is the most difficult time for the opponent to write.

"It's kind of interesting!" Suppressed by the sword intent, Mu Qiu's footwork faltered slightly, then he raised his head and gave Fang Cun a light glance, "Comprehend the sword intent at the mysterious level, and seeing the rumors of your sword defeating the lower level is also true. True."

With a light shake of the folding fan in his hand, he slammed it on the back of the square-inch sword, swinging the sword away, but the other hand didn't seem to stop at all, and continued to paint and write.

"Brother Mu is good at tricks, I can't say, my little brother is going to use his sword energy." Fang Cun said casually without any change on his face, as if it was not a big deal to be treated with such contempt by the other party.

The moment the voice fell, the sword in Fang Cun's hand suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, the sword energy was overwhelming, suppressing it down.

In an ordinary contest, such unscrupulous release of sword energy will inevitably reveal a huge flaw in oneself, and it will be easy for the opponent to take advantage of it.Moreover, the power of such scattered sword energy is not strong, unless the opponent is weaker than himself, it is almost difficult to bring any effective lethality.

However, it was different at this time, as long as Fang Cun disrupted the opponent's rhythm with sword energy, it was enough.

Frowning slightly, Mu Qiu's mouth showed a trace of coldness, and he said calmly, "Brother Fang is determined to stop me from painting, but unfortunately... this attack is not enough!
In one step, Mu Qiu's body instantly turned into nothingness, and his whole body was moving in a small range of rapid movement almost all the time. The speed was so fast that it was enough to pull out the afterimage.

On the surface, it seemed as if three Mu Qius suddenly appeared, making it impossible to tell how to make a move. Even if the sword was full of air, the opponent could also easily avoid it.

"Phantom Movement!" Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The phantom movement technique is the signature movement technique of Demon Lord Xu Yi, and it was precisely by virtue of this phantom movement technique that he was able to escape from the siege of many masters.

Of course, Mu Qiu's phantom body technique is far worse than that of Demon Lord Xu Yi.

If the Demon Lord Xu Yi casts it himself, in an instant, hundreds of afterimages can be pulled out to make different actions, either attacking or defending, all of which are miraculous.

However, even so, there is already too much pressure on Fang Cun.

In an instant, Fang Cun was completely at a disadvantage, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes. He was attracted and turned around like a clown being teased.

"Brother Fang, you have to work harder, my beauty fan is almost finished." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mu Qiu even had time to tease Fang Cun.

"It takes half a hundred miles to travel a hundred miles. I think you should be more careful, so that you don't lose all your achievements." He drew his sword unhurriedly, and Fang Cun replied calmly without being flustered.

It was also the first time I had seen this phantom movement, Fang Cun, and it was impossible to see through the mystery for a while. However, for Fang Cun, this was not a bad thing.

Taking advantage of the opponent's phantom movement to dodge, carefully comprehend every change in it, not to mention being able to see through or imitate it, but one can also feel a little bit of beauty from it.It has greatly improved its own body skills.

The sword energy was ineffective, so Fang Cun simply gave up all the frills, wrapped the opponent in it with continuous sword intent, and constantly tested and analyzed the possible flaws in the phantom body technique.

As time went by, the sword intent gradually unfolded, from the initial feeling of being played around with no sense of opposites, to gradually being able to bring a little pressure to Mu Qiu, and even the occasional stabbing sword, which could even force Mu Qiu. Mu Qiu unfolded his folding fan to block.

I don't know when, the contempt and disdain on Mu Qiu's face slowly dissipated, replaced by a faint fear.

Although from the current point of view, Fang Cun still can't crack the Phantom Movement, but this terrifying speed of progress has already shocked him very much.

It's hard to imagine how the opponent can maintain such a calm mind in the battle, find flaws little by little, and gradually turn the tide.

You know, the other party is only a mysterious rank.

For the first time, Mu Qiu felt a slight killing intent in Fang Cun, vaguely regarded as someone who might threaten his existence in the future.

"I've heard the name of the Seven Killing Sword Code, why don't Brother Fang give it a try?" Mu Qiu suddenly asked with a subtle flash of light in his eyes.

"As you wish!" Fang Cun said in a deep voice with a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand fell back at the same time, a terrifying killing intent suddenly overflowed from Fang Cun's body crazily.Before he could make a move, there was an overwhelming pressure gushing out.

At this moment, Mu Qiu's expression finally changed!
Even before the sword was launched, the terrifying killing intent and sword intent in it had already given him a warning sign in his heart!
This sword is enough to hurt him, even with his cultivation level, he is not sure that he can easily receive this sword, let alone distract himself from painting.

With a light hook of the pen in his hand, the last stroke was suddenly drawn. Mu Qiu smiled and opened the beauty fan, "Sorry, Brother Fang, I seem to have finished drawing, just in time to learn from Brother Fang."

Throwing away the pen casually, Mu Qiu shook the folding fan in his hand, and a wave of devilish energy suddenly gushed out from his body, and the aura rose rapidly. The Mystery of the Sword Code!
"Whoosh!"

However, what caught Mu Qiu off guard was that the next moment, he had just thrown out the pen before he spun around in the air and returned with lightning at an extremely fast speed.

Almost subconsciously, Mu Qiu waved the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly blocked the pen. However, this subconscious block suddenly made Mu Qiu secretly scream in his heart. That's too late.

The pen filled with ink landed on the fan like lightning. Although it couldn't penetrate the fan filled with spiritual power, the thick ink on the tip of the pen left a long ink mark on the fan in an instant. The originally lifelike beauty Tu suddenly lost his charm.

At the same time, the Seven Killing Sword Code that Fang Cun hadn't unleashed also dissipated at the same time, and the killing intent all over the sky disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Fang Cun lightly cupped his fists, "Accepted!"

(End of this chapter)