Fairy, I really am a villain!

The man was about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a thin figure. He had a thin long sword on his waist, without a sheath, and the shape was very strange.

They walked all the way to each other and stood still. Their auras collided, and their clothes were lifted up and their hair flew.

Needless to say, this pervasive aura automatically created a space around it.

Looking at the appearance of the person who came, Fang Xiwen raised an eyebrow, "'The sword is like a needle, it will hit the target as soon as it is seen', is the Thundering Sword King showing it?"

"Exactly."

Lu Yu had mistaken him for this famous master on the Human List. He was ranked 24th, Qiqiao, a descendant of the Wang family, and was known as the Dingjun Three Heroes together with the Badao brothers and sisters.

Looking at the noble families in the world, only the Wang family has three masters on the human list, which shows its profound heritage.

But Fang Xiwen had lived in the palace for such a long time but had never seen him, so he must have just returned.

"I was idle in the martial arts world, and I originally rushed back to enjoy the long river of sword energy, but unfortunately I couldn't find him," Wang Xianzhi cupped his hands, his attitude seemed very enthusiastic, "but when I heard that there was a distinguished guest in the mansion, I came all the way here to find him. I hope Brother Fang will not blame me."

His eyes were very clear, so clear that Fang Xiwen found it strange: the Wang family was now being harassed by demons outside, and the people inside were in unrest. The family was in a precarious situation and might split at any time.

His peer, Ba Dao, often guards the pass and leads military drills;

Wang Ningzhu should have been the same as her brother, but was recently driven out of the center of power. However, even so, she is still hunting demons with swords... Why can this person call herself a leisurely person?

"I'm not a distinguished guest. I just wanted to save you the room fee." After seeing how Wang Ningzhu was working so hard, Fang Xiwen couldn't give this young master a good look. He bowed and said, "I have something important to do. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait, wait, spar with me."

"No time." He shook his head.

Seeing Fang Xiwen's attitude, the people around him were also somewhat unhappy. Although they did not become bloodthirsty spectators, they also became angry: "Young Master Fang, are you afraid?"

"Eight holes beat seven holes, the advantage is mine!" "If you don't fight, you will lose!"

Seeing this, Wang Xianzhi blocked his way and held the hilt of his sword with a smile: "I hope Young Master Fang can give me more advice."

"Alas," Fang Xiwen sighed, "Just one move."

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed down with his right hand.

Wang Xianzhi immediately drew his sword and stabbed at the back of his hand, but he regretted it as soon as he made the move.

Be fooled!

With a ding sound, Fang Xiwen arrived first, and he moved his sword from bottom to top, then slid it to his throat with a casual touch. He paused for a moment and then let go.

"that's it."

After saying this, he sheathed his sword and walked out of the silent crowd; Wang Xianzhi opposite him was staring at his sword blankly with a shocked look in his eyes.

He was about to become famous, but he was defeated by the other party in this aspect!

"The Thunder Sword couldn't even block a single strike..."

"I understand. His sword-drawing action was fake! He seemed to be trying to strike first, but in fact he was forcing the opponent to attack... Young Master Fang is really skilled and courageous!"

The crowd became noisy again.

~~

There were a lot of weeds growing on both sides of the official road outside the city.

Fang Xiwen led the horse out, roughly identified the room, and then rode away.

After running for dozens of steps, he saw a lot of smoke and dust rising in front of him, followed by a bloody and evil aura coming from afar, so he immediately drove his horse to the side of the road.

what happened?

"You scoundrel, why are you hiding? Come and die!!"

There was a loud shout, and a knight rushed out from the smoke and dust; the knight was wielding a single sword, and with his waist and legs clamped together, his momentum and the horse were almost one, slashing forward with a large amount of sword light!

Furiously cut through thousands of barriers!

There were a few muffled "puff" sounds, and several clouds of blood mist exploded on both sides of the road. Someone fell heavily to the ground, already dead.

Then, the knight saw Fang Xiwen from a distance. Seeing that he was dressed decently, he immediately raised his arms and called out: "Wang Wenxuan of the Wang family is here, ambushed by thugs, hope for help from fellow warriors!"

Tyrant sword?

Chapter 287 Flowers for the Young Master

Seeing the iconic righteousness and the face of "Ba Dao" that he had seen countless times, Fang Xiwen did not hesitate and immediately rode forward to meet him.

But suddenly, several men in black jumped out along the way, like wild wolves, with dark energy flashing on their fingertips. Their skills looked extremely vicious, exactly the same as those of the assassins they had encountered in Wuwang Temple.

"Be careful!" Wang Wenxuan warned.

However, before he finished his words, Fang Xiwen had already drawn his sword, and he made a few strikes in the air seemingly without any pattern, without slowing down.

Puff puff!

A streak of blood burst out from the throats of several people, and they flew through the air like a torn sack, then slammed into the grass.

"Good swordsmanship!"

After giving a loud praise, Wang Wenxuan suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, kicked his foot, and leaped high into the air, slashing down at an empty space on the side of the road where no one was.

"The person in the outer scene is actually hiding!"

The tip of the knife was filled with invisible and intangible righteous energy, which converged into a point and fell down; and that point seemed ordinary, but when the knife was about to hit him, the power of heaven and earth suddenly spread out, wrapped around the long knife and rushed back!

A burly figure suddenly appeared on the spot. He had his face covered, and his long gown was stretched out by his muscles. His skin was dark, and his aura was firmly connected to the heaven and earth.

Strong outdoor scene!

"The Song family actually sent out assassins of this level?" Fang Xiwen frowned, but he was not too scared.

The black-scaled two-headed snake was now coiled on his wrist. Although the two of them were hibernating to heal their wounds and restraining their aura, they could definitely make a move if they really wanted to.

"Just in time!"

Wang Wenxuan had already achieved unity between man and nature, and was not afraid when he saw the long sword being bounced back. Instead, he stepped back two steps and then rushed forward again!

when!

The stranger took the palm of his hand, and it made a crisp sound like metal; the man didn't move at all, and then another palm came over!

"Vajra Palm?!"

Wang Wenxuan barely managed to block with his sword and quickly retreated, leaving several footprints on the ground. Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, indicating that he had suffered internal injuries.

The remaining assassins were about to charge forward when they saw the opportunity, but Fang Xiwen simply held his sword horizontally and drew several large circles in the air, causing an illusory sound of waves.

The bright moon rises with the tide over the sea!

The sword rushed forward like a wave, but a cold light flew straight over, piercing through the sword and hitting the throat——

Half step exterior view!

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen's first reaction was to dodge, but Ba Dao was not far away from him, and it would be very bad if he got caught in the siege;

At the critical moment, he remembered what Wang Ningzhu had said, 'The combat power of those two half-step warriors is not strong, they are only good at assassination, and they are quick to learn...'

"Go away!"

The assassin, who was covered in black, actually spoke, his eyes filled with murderous intent. It was obvious that he did not take his little brother seriously and did not even use his full strength.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen sneered: "I have seen a lot of outdoor scenes, who do you think you are!"

His long sword suddenly paused in mid-air, and the force of the sword stopped. Then it swung sideways, and a deep sword intent that could tear apart everything suddenly burst out, as if tearing a scar in the air:

The true meaning of the exterior scene: Heavenly Sword Abyss!

After gaining some understanding of the way of the sword, he was able to fully utilize the sword moves he learned from Fang Qingxiao... This was a move from the Dharmakaya level!

"...ah!!"

The sword light seemed to suck away the consciousness of the dead man, making him unable to move; when he finally reacted, the tip of the sword had already pierced his throat.

Once he died, the dagger that was stabbing at Fang Xiwen lost its power and was easily dodged by the latter.

"Even a half-step outside can't dodge this sword..."

Looking back, Wang Wenxuan had already fought with the strong man from the outside scene to the side of the road, chopping the weeds into pieces. Now he was covered in blood, but he was laughing with the knife in his hand, "If you can't kill me within three breaths, you die!"

"one!"

The crisp sound of bones rang out, and Wang Wenxuan seemed to have grown several inches taller out of thin air, and his aura suddenly increased several times.

Secret method: mighty and unyielding!

The righteous energy between heaven and earth flowed into his body, his meridians were forcibly widened a little, and he slashed out with a sword that far exceeded the peak of true energy.

The blade's light suddenly increased by more than ten feet and chopped down at the opponent fiercely.

"two!"

The strong man outside subconsciously reached down, but stopped abruptly, and slapped his palms hard to catch the knife.

Then, he ran away without even looking back!

"Three... I haven't finished counting yet, you rat!!" With wild laughter, Wang Wenxuan threw the long knife out fiercely. The wind pressure pressed down the weeds like a meteor.

Unfortunately, it was still a little off and failed to hit. Just as the strong man from the outside was about to disappear into the horizon, suddenly an illusory hand pressed down from the clouds, with a heavy voice:

"Now that you are here, don't leave."

The air around him seemed to turn into invisible shackles, and the stranger's figure was moving slower and slower... Suddenly, he pulled something out, and a golden sword light flashed, shattering the shackles. His speed increased again, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"A breath of humanity?"

The man in the clouds let out a light exclamation, and with a casual press of his hand, the surrounding world became calm; he seemed to lower his eyes and glance over here, but said nothing and was about to leave on his own.

Seeing this, Wang Wenxuan seemed a little angry and asked loudly: "Why didn't you catch Yuwen Di? You should have been here a long time ago!!"

"The time has not yet come."

He just uttered a few words lightly, and the figure took a step forward, as if disappearing out of thin air.

"Oh, it's like this again..."

Wang Wenxuan, covered in blood, took a few deep breaths, his body staggering, his eyes filled with anger.

"Brother Wang!"

Riding over, Fang Xiwen held him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"