Chapter 1111: Baju Sword

He was slapped!
I was slapped twice!
At this moment, the crowds of melon-eating people will eat all the melons...but what about him? What I feel is a strong sense of shame!
He wants revenge! There must be revenge! The eyes of the Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, Jian Ming, instantly turned blood red, and his teeth trembled crazily as he spoke.
"Fang Fan who is still familiar, still unscrupulous as always!"
"Hey...this is what I admire the most. No one is afraid, sling everything! Not everyone can have such confidence!"
"Well... this is the Young Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace! The real third-rank power young master...slapped if you say you slap...what is there that can make Big Fang Fan feel a little afraid?"
"This is a rhythm to offend all the forces. I'll give it a try. If this goes on, even if there is a ten-star emperor-level Golden Dragon Protector, I am afraid it will not be able to hold it?"
"Hehe... Fang Fan's real hammer is the Chentian clan's husband, so arrogant, isn't it an exaggeration?" =
"Chentian Clan? Even the patriarch of the Chentian Clan should be polite in front of the Young Palace Master of Tianjian Palace. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Indeed, the Heavenly Sword Palace specializes in sword skills. Among the same ranks, the general combat power is the strongest!"
"The Young Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace was beaten in this way, I don't think this matter can just fade away..."
"The storm... is coming!"
"A battle is inevitable!"
"Look! Those are the people from the Heavenly Sword Palace..."
Whoosh whoosh...
A group of cultivators rushed over from a distance. All of these cultivators were holding long swords and wearing a white robe. On the white robe, a long and narrow sword was engraved on it.
The head is a middle-aged sword repairman.
"Let go of Young Palace Master, otherwise, die!"
The middle-aged Jian Xiu glanced at Fang Fan coldly, and then he finished in one go, one after another, his sword power gathered crazily!
"The engraving of Huang Jiandou, one of the Eight Great Swords of the Heavenly Sword Palace!"
"I'm going! The Bajue Sword of the Heavenly Sword Palace? This is still a feather! It is said that the hottest chickens in the Bajue Sword are all intermediate quasi-sages... The strongest is said to have entered the sanctuary..."
"Hehe, it's not so exaggerated. The boss of Ba Jue Sword has been rumoring that he wants to break through to the realm of the sanctuary when he is in the life and death pass, but he doesn't know if he succeeds."
"Huh...Anyway, the Ba Jue Sword is very strong anyway. Although Huang Jian Dou Ke is only the weakest of the Eight Jue Swords in the Heavenly Sword Palace, it also has an intermediate quasi-sage cultivation level..."
"Moreover... this is an intermediate quasi-sage level sword repair! It is also a famous Eight Jue Sword, I am afraid that the combat power is already close to the average high-level quasi-sage!"
"Hey... Fang Fan provokes a powerhouse of this level, this time I am afraid I really can't escape!"
"Tu Hu Naihe... I can only say that it provokes some people who shouldn't be provoke!"
...
Everyone sighed.
In their opinion, Fang Fan's fate is almost doomed!
"Oh? Hit the small one, and the old one comes out again?"
"Why has it always been this way?"
Fang Fan stretched out, his face never showed any panic.
He has the confidence to say so.
A mid-level quasi-sage, even a mid-level quasi-sage whose combat power is close to that of a high-level quasi-sage, is not unmanageable!
If you really want to fight, let the Blood Shura Legion first use the legion combat skills to resist the wave, and then Fang Fan can use his back hand...
Fang Fan didn't want to cause trouble, but he was never afraid of trouble!