Chapter 83: True disciples, but so

　　Fang Yuan sighed with a sigh of relief from the beginning when he decided to start the battle.
　　 And this breath, at least to the end, will not relax until his sword is put into the scabbard.
I thought that after defeating Li Jianghan, Taihezhen, etc., I could breathe out this breath, but I didn't expect that there were people stopping himself. The young man in purple clothes in front of him looked a little bit strange, but this was not Important, at this time a road is about to come to the end, and the fighting spirit between the hearts has reached its peak. No matter who you are, if you are in front of the road, you will lose first!
　　 "Dare you shoot me a sword?"
The young man in purple clothes was only coldly smiling, condescending, and wanted to reprimand this group of disciples of Xiaozhufeng, but did not expect that the madman in the green robe actually said nothing nonsense. Indignant and funny, his eyebrows were inverted, twisted into a Sichuan word, and then suddenly, his big sleeves waved out, and the voice sounded loudly: "Go away!"
　　 Bang!
　　 Under this whisk, wind and fire appeared, rolling over and over, not knowing how much rage power was contained in a flick, such as the dark cloud cover.
　　 "It really is a master..."
Fang Yuan's eyebrows are also twisted, he is a knowledgeable person, from the other party's simple brush, he finds that the other party's strength is actually scary, at least a lot higher than Li Jianghan and others, not only to achieve eight levels of training Above, the operation of the spell and the control of the force have reached a subtle level, and I am really surprised, and the sense of urgency has increased hurriedly!
　　 "I don't know who this person is, at this juncture, come to trouble me..."
　　 "He deliberately waited for me to rush to the merit stone monument before he tried to stop me. Do you want to borrow me to become famous?"
　　 "Uh!"
　　 There were a few thoughts flashing quickly in my heart, and Fang Yuan quickly determined an idea!
　　No matter who he is, no matter where he comes from, he must be defeated first.
When this idea rose, the round of Qingyue around him suddenly sent out, just hit the robe sleeve of the young man in purple clothes, but only heard a click of Kara, a series of violent noises, that After all, the robe sleeves of the young people in Ziyi are not a real magic weapon, they have been torn apart, and butterflies are flying all over, but Fang Yuan is backed by this power!
　　 "Little bastard, how dare you fight back?"
The young man in purple apparently did not expect this scene. Although he actually did not suffer a loss under this confrontation, on the contrary, it was he who repulsed Fang Yuan and prevailed, but his robe sleeves were torn. It cracked, revealing a bare arm, but it was very ugly, which was unexpected, and made him feel unbearable, and blood narrowed in his long and narrow eyes!
　　 "Uh!"
A golden shadow suddenly flew out of the Qiankun bag around his waist. He waved his hand and grabbed the golden shadow. He shattered his head towards Fang Yuan. It was actually a jade macrame studded with gold dragon patterns. Below, the void exploded with roaring sounds!
　　 "The mouth smells so bad!"
Fang Yuan also confirmed one thing at this time. This person will definitely not be an ordinary Xianmen disciple. His strength is simply terrible. If he is in peacetime, he and his opponent may not necessarily have a certain victory. But he didn't have much time to think, no matter who he was, he stopped in front of himself. As long as he stopped in front of him, he would defeat him and return the sword to his sheath...
　　 This is the only way to get back to the true story!
　　 "Should it be like a iron river, Qianfan would not cross it!"
　　 greeted the gauntlet, he drank in his heart, the sword was across his chest, and the defense was flawless and flawless.
　　At the same time, a mana was also madly urged, circling around the body endlessly!
He practiced Xuanhuang Yiqi tactics, and now that he has reached Xiaocheng, Xuanhuang Yiqi's advantages are manifested, which can make his mana refining extremely incomparable, pure and incomparable, and more importantly, the word Xuanhuang Yi represents It is heaven and earth, and Xuan Huang is taken from between heaven and earth. In his mana, he has a mysterious all-encompassing mystery that can run freely...
　　Whether he produces a sword or uses spells, his power can be greatly improved.
　　 "Bee!"
　　 The golden dragon hit the Fang Yuan's sword circle heavily, and the sound of the quake hit everyone. People close to them felt sore gums.
　　 But after the shock, he was surprised to find that Fang Yuan was still standing with his sword on his chest, and he did not move.
　　 That trick was actually taken down by him!
　　 The other party Ming Mingxiu was a lot taller than him, but he took it abruptly!
　　How could his mana be so powerful?
　　 "The little boys are really arrogant, they don't even understand the number of gifts..."
　　 The young man in purple was obviously also surprised, but soon sneered with his teeth clenched.
　　 "Today, I will teach you how to be in awe of fellow brothers!"
Speaking of words, suddenly flipped his hand and fell again. Between the waves, in the air, it seemed that there were countless of his phantoms. At the same time, the waves fell down, one after another, one wave after another. The waves, it seems like there are more than a dozen skills falling down at the same time!
　　 "Then... that is... how did he end?"
As early as when the young man in purple clothes came out, some of the people watching around were panicked, some were surprised, some were puzzled, and some people didn't know the young man in purple clothes at all. And those who can recognize him come with a big change in their face, seeing the horror of a ghost, and the intuitive things are getting bigger, I really don’t know how to end...
　　 "The true story of the imposing immortal gate, so sorry to bully your brother?"
　　On the hillside not far away, Little Pepper stood up as soon as he hit the chessboard, and rushed straight down to intervene.
　　 "You are inconvenient to shoot at this time!"
But at this time, the woman in white next to her reached out and grabbed her, saying lightly: "In the beginning, when you competed with him for the true story, you lost to him. You are not even willing to go back to Shenxiao Peak to practice, After spending so many years in the Lingyao prison, he has violated the rules of the Xianmen itself. Now he has to deal with him again, so he is not afraid that he will make trouble and force you to go back to Shenxiao Peak?"
　　 "Go back... I still don't want to go back!"
　　 Little Chili gasped with indignation, but he could not bear it.
　　 "Sister Luo, then you are going to take action, you can't watch him be beaten by a true disciple..."
　　Sister Xiaoqiao was also anxious beside her, and said anxiously.
　　 But the woman with the surname Luo smiled and said, "Why should I shoot?"
　　 Little sister Qiao is so anxious that she smiled and said: "He doesn't necessarily lose!"
　　 Little sister Qiao listened to this but was dumb, stupidly said: "The opponent is a true disciple three years ago..."
　　Luo surnamed woman smiled and said: "Isn't that brother Fang also competing for the true story?"
　　 This time, no matter whether it was Xiao Qiao's sister or Xiao Chili, both of them were speechless.
　　 Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
At this moment, the gold mace had already fallen, a series of sounds sounded, it seemed to be just a mace, but I didn't know how many gravitational tracts fell on Fang Yuan's body. The sky of smoke and dust flew up, and even the stone walls of merits were covered, and the people in the air around them could not see the appearance between the fields, but they felt that the heart and soul were shaking...
　　 "Ha ha ha ha, don't you want to be a true disciple?"
　　The young man in purple clothes waved his gold mace, and looked coldly: "Now I know the gap between myself and the true disciples?"
"understood……"
　　 and Fang Yuan in the smoke, answered with a deep voice.
At this time, he looked a little embarrassed, the green robe on his body had been cracked, and the palm of his hand was shaking, and it was shaking for the first time since he practiced kendo. By the force of tyranny, the sword was shattered, and the force of the gold mace had already bombarded him, and a ray of blood slipped down from the corner of his mouth!
　　 But on his face, there was a strange smile, like mocking, feeling like...
　　 From the words of the young man in purple clothes, he has heard the identity of the other party...
　　 turned out to be a true disciple...
　　 No wonder there will be such cultivation and magic...
　　It was just ~EbookFREE.me~ This discovery did not make him feel scared, but instead sneered...
　　 "I really have to thank you..."
When he spoke, his hatred for this true biography and the anger brought about by his first inferiority in the fight, made his Xuanhuang aura immediately rise up, and there was a real hidden Cyan, a sign of turning red...
　　At the same time, the long sword in his hand was trembling gently!
　　 Or, it is not the sword that trembles, but the demon mark on the sword body...
　　 "If it weren't for your true biography to show up, I really don't know..."
　　 He swallowed a bit of blood pouring into his mouth and said coldly: "It turns out that the true disciples are just like that!"
　　 Boom!
At the moment when this sentence fell, suddenly an indescribable violent wind rose from the ground, blowing all the dust and debris around, and the scene was instantly clean, only the long sword Fang Yuanli was in the field, his eyes locked tightly on the young man in purple clothes, and the next second, Fang Yuan suddenly stepped on the ground, and a large cobweb-shaped pit appeared on the ground immediately!
　　 "Shoot!"
　　 And the whole of him, he rushed to the young man in purple clothes, without any skill, he slashed with a sword.
　　 "Haha, it turns out that the coffin doesn't fall...um?"
　　 The young man in purple clothes was sneering, but suddenly he was startled.
　　 Fang was too fast, and the power was too amazing!
　　 Even his heart was awkward, and he had to close his mouth and hurriedly waved a gold mace in front of him.
　　 With a "slap" sound, the long sword and the gold mace collided together, swaying layers of dragons.