Girl, let me check it out.

This man's strength lies in his bizarre body movements and speed, which almost surpass the limit of the fourth level of Mingwu.

The advantages of preemptive strike and surprise attack are the key to his victory.

And Luo Gua believed that it would be the same this time.

Didn’t you see that the spoiled prince was standing there motionless, without any reaction?

You still want to compete with me?

Luo Gua was somewhat disdainful.

He had already made up his mind that he would put the dagger on Fang Weihan's neck and force him to admit defeat.

This way, you won't anger Xuan Zhongwei and will also be able to vent your anger.

Luo Gua's calculations were very good, but he was destined to miscalculate today.

A certain young girl was extremely narrow-minded when it came to Fang Weihan, and she had been irritated by him.

And Fang Weihan finally took action just before the dagger was about to touch his collar.

The young prince simply took a step back, leaning his body slightly, without even unsheathing the sword in his hand.

The gleaming dagger passed by Fang Weihan's neck but did not touch an inch of his skin.

Luo Gua's figure emerged from the shadows in a panic.

He stared at Fang Weihan in amazement, with an unbelievable look on his face as if he had seen a sow climbing a tree.

"you……"

Fang Weihan nodded at him and smiled politely.

I am not a civet cat, I am a ragdoll cat.

Luo Gua gritted his teeth and hid himself again, and the wind suddenly blew.

Fang Weihan held the sword in his right hand, and gently rubbed the index finger and thumb of his left hand, with a silver light flashing in his eyes.

All the details of the sparring between Wen Zhexue and himself appeared before his eyes in every detail.

Luo Gua's strength is speed and his ability to take the initiative with quick attacks.

Unfortunately, Jingtian is least afraid of taking the initiative.

Because they can see through things.

No matter how fast you are, Luo Gua, can you be faster than the Mingxiao Sword of Taiyin Xingjun? No matter how cold your sword is, can it be colder than the infinitely distant void in the sky?

Star power flashed in Fang Weihan's eyes, and the aura of cause and effect disappeared in an instant.

Luo Gua instantly listed dozens of possibilities for his next course of action.

These numerous possibilities were gradually eliminated as time passed, and finally only one remained in his eyes.

He came to a conclusion.

Well, just tilt your head after 0.322 seconds.

Fang Weihan tilted his head casually. For him, this action was as simple as eating and drinking.

But in the eyes of Luo Gua and everyone present, all this seemed unbelievable.

They only saw Fang Weihan slightly turned his head inexplicably, and then Luo Gua's dagger immediately came out.

It's almost like being able to predict the future.

This phenomenon goes beyond common sense and cannot be explained by common sense at all.

They tried to come up with two possibilities:

The first one is the one opened by Fang Weihan.

This is obviously unlikely.

The second possibility is that Luo Gua and Fang Weihan had discussed it in advance.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Fang Weihan seemed to be able to predict Luo Gua's actions.

So everyone turned their suspicious eyes to Luo Gua.

In fact, Luo Gua is the most confused person on the field now.

He was very sure that Fang Weihan had not done anything, he really just simply tilted his head.

Then he escaped the assassination attempt that he was so proud of.

How the hell is this possible?

Luo Gua noticed the strange looks everyone was giving him and couldn't help blushing.

He gritted his teeth secretly, gathered his blood and energy, and rushed towards Fang Weihan again.

Damn it, I still don’t believe it.

Come again?

Fang Weihan felt a little bored.

If he wanted, he could keep hiding.

It was much more difficult for me to parry Wen Zhexue's sword moves than to parry this man's.

The intensity is too low now, I might as well go feed the birds.

He quietly crushed a bit of starlight with his left hand, raised his right hand, and held the long sword with its scabbard upright three inches in front of him.

Before everyone could react to what he was doing with this strange gesture, they heard...

"Qiang!"

A dagger chopped off the scabbard, making it impossible to move forward any further.

Luo Gua's ugly and flushed face was reflected on the cold blade of the dagger.

"Brother Luo Gua, you can't beat me."

Fang Weihan said lazily.

"Admit defeat."

He kindly reminded.

This is something that anyone with a discerning eye can see, but Fang Weihan deliberately emphasized it again.

Just to piss off this bastard.

You want to be my grandfather? I don't know if you have what it takes.

He is very vindictive.

It takes a gentleman ten years to take revenge, but Fang Weihan often cannot last longer than today.

As expected, as soon as Fang Weihan said this, Luo Gua's anger was instantly ignited and his eyes turned red.

He retracted the dagger, roared, turned his body and changed direction, and stabbed the dagger towards Fang Weihan's ribs again.

This time, Luo Gua clearly had a fierce murderous intent.

Obviously he was furious.

Moreover, the location of his attack this time was very insidious, and the purpose of this knife was to make Fang Weihan bleed.

Fang Weihan laughed.

Haha, you finally get anxious.

I am not afraid of you being anxious, I am afraid that you are not anxious enough.

Only when Luo Gua attacks him first, can he use his full strength.

Only in this way can we occupy the moral high ground and win people over with virtue.

This is the lesson that the rabbit taught Fang Weihan.

"Clang!"

The Lumina, which had been silent for a long time, was finally unsheathed, and a majestic storm of blood and energy swept out like a mad dragon entering the sea.

The conquest spirit of the iron cavalry suddenly erupted, stirring up the murderous aura that shook the mountains and rivers.

Minghuang Sword Classic: Breaking the Sharpness.

The long sword, carrying tremendous force, struck the front of the dagger, making a crisp sound of metal and stone colliding.

Luo Gua only felt that an irresistible force was transmitted through his whole body along the dagger, shaking his internal organs to the point that they were somewhat dislocated.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a cannonball.

Luo Gua tried his best to stop, and his legs kept moving backwards without reducing his strength, until he hit the courtyard wall and barely stopped.

He just raised his head.

"Shh!"

A sharp sword was placed on his neck.

The sharp tip of the eight-sided Han sword was only a finger's width away from his Adam's apple.

Fang Weihan held the sword in one hand, pointing it diagonally forward, with a gentle and calm smile.

The light sprinkled on his long hair, giving it a layer of golden glow, which made the young prince look even more handsome and elegant.

Xiao Jin was stunned and couldn't help but reveal a silly smile and his face flushed.

Brother Fang is still so handsome hehehe...

She wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of her mouth and led the applause.

"Clap clap..."

In an instant, there was continuous applause in the arena.

Regardless of whether it was sincere or not, it was very passionate.

"Brother Luo Gua has great footwork. I'm not as good as you."

Fang Weihan smiled.

"This victory was just a fluke. How about we come again next time?"

What does King Guangling mean?

The pale-faced Luo Gua was overwhelmed by Fang Weihan.

Is he trying to save face?

Damn, what a damn official tone...

"Your Highness is too modest. I lost, and I, Luo Gua, will not deny it. This time, I was not as skilled as the other person."

Luo Gua responded quickly.

Although he was cursing Fang Weihan in his heart, his facial expression was obviously much more relaxed.

Fang Weihan just smiled and nodded without answering.

Damn it, if it wasn’t for Yun Jiang’s future convenience, I wouldn’t bother saying this.

He felt himself to be truly great.

This requires Tao Yunjiang to treat himself to a meal!

The fight was almost over, but Tao Yunjiang hadn't come back yet.

Why are you so slow?

Fang Weihan had nothing to do for the moment, so he walked to Xiao Jin's side.

"Stinky sister, what's wrong with you?"

He calmly pinched Xiao Jin's soft and tender little hand.

"I'm here to support you."

Xiao Jin shyly retracted her hand, her movements very small, and she didn't really struggle to break free.

After all, there are so many people here, and Xiao Jin is not Tao Yunjiang, so she feels a little embarrassed.