square inch kill

Chapter 162 If you die, you will be blamed!
Frowning slightly, Fang Cun ignored the people who followed, and still carefully looked at the surrounding environment without saying a word.

The material of the pillars in this blood-colored corridor is actually not special, and what you feel when you touch it is just ordinary stone, but it can withstand my own palm without any damage.There seems to be a lot of weirdness in this.

Visualizing the Seven Killing Monument in my heart again, feeling the strange murderous intent caused by the killing, the divine thoughts slowly dispersed, and in an instant, I suddenly realized that as the killing intent continued to penetrate, there were some faintly appearing on the stone pillar. Bloody texture.

The next moment, Fang Cun suddenly realized that the reason why the stone pillar could resist his attack was probably related to the scarlet lines.

In this short period of time, the number of people around has decreased by a large amount, and under the blood, the second turn has also passed.

Silently following the footsteps of the crowd, the square inch of spiritual consciousness kept sweeping over each stone pillar, observing the difference in the bloody lines, and constantly deduced in his heart.

Time passed quickly, although Fang Cun couldn't find the flaw in it after all, he forcibly recorded the bloody lines, and he had a faint understanding in his heart.

This kind of bloody pattern can not only be used on stone pillars, but if it is attached to weapons, it may also have great power. Unfortunately, the time is too hasty. In such a short period of time, no matter how small or small No way to analyze the results.

"Zheng!"

As the killing escalated, someone finally lost their minds and tried to launch an attack.

With a cold snort, the folding fan in his hand suddenly clicked, and a terrifying force suddenly spread out. With one blow, he directly blocked the man's long sword, stood up and passed by, and slapped the other hand casually, directly because of the blow. The forehead of the person directly shattered the skull, killing him with one blow.

It wasn't until now that Fang Cun realized that Wang Xiaoxue was also caught in the melee. Although no one could really threaten her, it was not easy.

The weirdest thing is that, from the brows of several people, Fang Cun also saw a trace of blood lines.

However, before Fang Cun could figure it out, the blood-colored corridor with nine turns and thirteen turns had already come to an end, and a mass of light silently appeared in everyone's sight.

And at this time, there were only seven people still alive.

With the appearance of the exit, the rest of these people reacted suddenly, and rushed out one by one, as if if they took a step slower, they would never be able to get out.

Looking back at Fang Cun, Wang Xiaoxue finally left the Scarlet Corridor silently.

Silently recalling the bloody pattern in my heart, Fang Cun calculated the time and jumped into the exit in one step.

"boom!"

As soon as he stepped out, the bone-piercing chill hit him like a tide, making people's nerves tense again. Although the cold wave had been weakened, it still made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Unfolding the beauty fan, there was no movement in the square inch, one step on the cold wave, and leaped out gracefully, as graceful as walking in the garden.

"Stop, everyone stop for me."

As soon as he left the scope of the cold wave, Fang Cun suddenly caught a glimpse of Wuying Sanren, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Standing in the air, Wuying Sanren stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an intimidating demeanor. He also used this technique of controlling the sky to clearly tell everyone his heaven-level strength.

"The old man has no shadow and scattered people, and he has no killing intent. I just want you to show the inheritance you have obtained in the ancient killing field. As long as you don't hide your secrets, the old man will naturally not leave trouble."

The naked robbery, the people who escaped from the ancient killing domain after a narrow escape could not help being dumbfounded. How shameless is it that a majestic master of the heavens came to such a naked robbery?
For a moment, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on Fang Cun. Among so many people, this young man Xi Hua was the strongest. Anyone who dares to disagree, but if Young Master Xihua refuses, then naturally this master will take the lead.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, Fang Cun naturally understood other people's small thoughts, but he didn't expose them, he shook the folding fan lightly in his hand, looked at Wuying Sanren and said, "Sanren is very interested, he has been guarding here for a month. Do I have to worry about my things too?"

When his eyes fell on Fang Cun, Wuying Sanren finally frowned. He still had some scruples about this heir to the Demon Lord. If Fang Cun kept quiet, he would naturally not trouble Fang Cun. If he came out, he couldn't be subdued, otherwise, there would really be no place for this old face to rest.

His complexion darkened, and Wuying Sanren said coldly, "I have heard the name of Mr. Xihua, why, but what kind of inheritance have you got in the ancient killing domain, so you have the confidence to fight against me, an old bone?"

"That's not true, it's just that I'm also very interested in these inherited inheritances. When the undisciplined people let them show it, can you allow me to watch?" Gently shaking the folding fan, the square inch face was full of smiles, with a stern look on his face. He opened his mouth with a look of indifference.

"..." As soon as these words came out, the other people were completely dumbfounded. Originally, they had hoped that Mr. Xihua would come out in the first place, but now it's good, why did they become a group of people who robbed themselves?
He frowned, but Wuying Sanren didn't say much after all, he just turned his eyes to Wang Xiaoxue, "Xue'er, come here, maybe it will be beneficial to follow along."

For Wang Xiaoxue, a cheap apprentice, Wuying Sanren had no good intentions at first, but now he only has one chance to go all out, and he has some scruples about the successor of the Demon Lord, so he deliberately wooed Wang Xiaoxue to come to help, after all, even if it is Wang Xiaoxue His strength is not as good as that of Young Master Xi Hua, at least it's not that he can't help at all.

Seeing Mr. Xihua, Wang Xiaoxue also stood together with Wuying Sanren, and the remaining five people immediately lost the courage to resist.

Immediately, he honestly performed some inherited exercises that he had obtained in the ancient killing area. Of course, it is uncertain whether there are hidden secrets in it.

It's just that judging from the exercises they performed, although they are somewhat novel, they are far from being comparable to secret books such as the Seven Killing Sword Code. There are no shadows.

"Is that all there is?" Wuying Sanren said coldly, looking at the crowd.

"Our strength is low, and the inheritance we can obtain is naturally limited. If we want those top-level inheritances, we naturally have to find a master like Mr. Xihua." When asked by Wuying Sanren, even someone whispered, and brought the disaster to Xihua again son.

"Why, it seems that you also want to see Mu Qiu's methods?" There was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, Fang Cun sneered, and he shot suddenly, a murderous intent suddenly revealed, using the folding fan as a sword, he was killed in one blow. Kill the person who spoke directly on the spot.

This is nothing else, although the formally simplified Seven Kills Sword Code is just a random blow, but the charm in it is still immediately captured by Wuying Sanren.

"Seven Kills Sword Code! Have you found Fangcun?" In an instant, Wuying Sanren's expression turned extremely gloomy, and he spoke sharply.

"The man was found, unfortunately, but there is nothing we can do about him." Speaking of this, Fang Cun looked at Wang Xiaoxue with a half-smile and said, "Your disciples are also very clear about this, I thought he and your disciples were both buried. The sea of ​​desires, but don’t want to, after all, it’s still a miscalculation.”

"En?" Turning his eyes to Wang Xiaoxue in doubt, Wuying Sanren hummed softly with a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"...Master, Fang Cun's strength has also improved a lot, and his mind is weird, making it hard to guard against. The disciple was almost killed by him, and he survived only by luck." Biting her lip, Wang Xiaoxue quickly explained, of course, this is false. True or false, she did not disclose the slightest change in Fang Cun's mind.

"Since that's the case, where did you get the Seven Kills Sword Code?" Wuying Sanren's eyes fell on Fang Cun again, and he questioned every word.

With a cold smile, he flicked his wrist and opened the folding fan again, shaking it gently, Fang Cun's face was full of arrogance, "Why did I get it from where, do I still need to report to you? Sanren probably thinks too much of yourself Bundle?"

He didn't take half a step back, and there was even a bit of tit-for-tat in his expression, and he sneered with disdain.

"you wanna die!"

Being ridiculed by Fang Cun like this, Wuying Sanren's face couldn't hold back immediately. As soon as he raised his hand, he threw out a Sanshou. .

Even though the power is only at the ground level, this Sanshou is after all Wuying Sanren's life-long painstaking efforts, covering everything, and its power should not be underestimated.

With one palm shot, phantoms all over the sky suddenly appeared, as if hundreds of palms fell at the same time, making people unable to tell which palm was real and which palm was illusion.

The pupils shrank slightly, and there was a trace of solemnity in the square-inch eyes, and he didn't dare to be perfunctory. In an instant, the Seven Kills Sword Manual suddenly moved, and formed a phantom of a sword on the folding fan.

"kill!"

The word "kill" burst out of his mouth, and the folding fan in Fang Cun's hand suddenly clicked out, and the bloody word "kill" suddenly gathered in the air, and at the same time greeted Wuying Sanren.

Seven kills and one move, blood all over the road!

Although Fang Cun didn't dare to incorporate sword intent into this sword, the power of the Seven Kills Sword Code alone is enough to deal with the Wuying Sanren who is seriously injured.

The murderous intent all over the sky seemed to condense into substance in an instant, and it crashed down with a piercing murderous intent, fiercely colliding with Wuying Sanren's Sanshou.

boom!With a sound, the two took a step back at the same time, their eyes full of murderous intent.

"So you were injured too? Now your strength has dropped to the level of Xuan rank. Hmph, no wonder you dare to fight for the Emperor Sword." Looking at Fang Cun with cold eyes, Wuying Sanren naturally contacted him about the fact that Mr. Xihua had never participated in the fight for the Emperor Sword. After all, they are descendants of the Demon Lord, even if they are not as good as those two evildoers, they will definitely not have no chance to compete.Wuying Sanren naturally does not believe that Mu Qiu can easily give up the inheritance of the Emperor Sword.

"Isn't it the same for loose people? Even if they are seriously injured, they can't stop the emperor's sword! I don't know, how much combat power can loose people show at this moment?" Fang Cun didn't care, and revealed his shortcomings without any politeness.

Others were afraid of offending Wuying Sanren, but he didn't care. Anyway, even if Wuying Sanren couldn't stay, what he held grudges was Young Master Xihua, and it had nothing to do with Fangcun.

After all, Mr. Xihua is dead, so it's not a big deal for him to take the blame. He won't crawl out of hell to ask himself, will he?
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