Chapter 43 No matter he wins or loses, he is still a friend.
Fang Che nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Brother Ding, for caring and understanding."
He sighed and said, "I will not defend what happened to Ximen Xuri before. What is right and what is wrong? Right or wrong, it makes no sense to talk about it at this moment. But I really don’t want such bloodshed to happen again." He solemnly
turned around and faced the two referees for instruction. His voice was solemn: "Teacher, I have a sword technique. , if forced to the extreme, when used, all the blood in the body will be instantly evaporated, increasing the combat power several times. And if that move is used, I have no control over it!" "I have absolutely no control over the outcome.
"
Fang Che watched the two referees' lessons seriously and expectantly.
The two referees looked at each other, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, if Ding Juran loses by then, we will take action immediately and no tragedy will happen."
Fang Che nodded gratefully and saluted: "Thank you, teacher."
Then he turned around He faced Ding Ziran and said apologetically: "Brother Ding, don't blame me. I didn't mean to look down on you. It's just that that move was really evil and overbearing, and my current cultivation level is really shallow." When he said this, Ding Ziran felt the opposite
. Feeling his sincerity even more, she nodded slowly and said with a stiff face: "I don't blame you."
After thinking about it, she felt that Fang Che had always been friendly and she had been cold, which was wrong, so she spoke again: "If it really comes to that At this moment, I give up. However, I may not be able to take it!"
There are many words in this sentence.
Fang Che estimated that this was the longest sentence Ding Juran had said this year.
So he nodded, laughed, and said: "Brother Ding, remember, no matter you win or lose..."
Ding Jingran's stern face showed a trace of smile lines, and said: "We are all friends!"
When he said this, he His eyes, which had always been silent, suddenly lit up.
"Hahahaha!"
Fang Che laughed, and with a burst of arms, the black dark gold-patterned cloak flew out like a dark cloud.
The sword flashed.
The long knife is in hand.
There was a clang from the opposite side, and the sword energy rushed up.
Fang Che's eyes flashed and he immediately remembered the information Sun Yuan had given him: Ding Juran was born with a sword, had a cold personality, was not approachable, was unsmiling, and could usually go a whole day without saying a word.
Ding Juran's sword is extremely sharp.
But Fang Che watched Ding Juran's battles several times and always felt that something was wrong.
He had gone through more than a thousand battles in his previous life, and he could tell at a glance that Ding Juran definitely had something to hide.
Because I have seen many people born with sword bones.
Ding Juran's sword is indeed outstanding. However, there is still a long way to go before he can surpass the same level in his life with his amazing talent and beauty like a natural sword bone!
"Since it is a natural sword bone, it is impossible to have only this level. If it were not for a natural sword bone, it would not be so easy for a young man from an ordinary family to cultivate to this point!" "So, something went wrong
. There must be a demon!"
Fang Che cheered up.
The long knife unfolded Sun Yuan's rolling sword technique, which was impervious to wind and rain.
Below, everyone's expressions were a little strange.
They all have an expression of 'Have I seen this episode?'
Because the current battle situation is exactly the same as the battle between Fang Che and Ximen Xuri.
Almost identical.
Fang Che clicked again... and fell into a disadvantage!
Being suppressed again!
It's also a three-point attack and seven-point defense, and it's hard to support!
Many senior martial arts students have reached the level of grand master or even higher general level, and each one of them is muttering in his heart: This kid, won't act out the last episode again, will he?
The sword light is dense and dense, and the sword energy is so cold that it bites the bones!
The two of them were tumbling and rolling, making hundreds of moves on the stage in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
The swords clashed and the sparks dazzled.
As expected, Fang Che used his brute strength to force a blow and widen the distance. Then he shouted loudly and stood up.
The sword light suddenly unfolded, and mercury fell down like a carpet.
It is the "Flying Sword Technique" that Sun Yuanzhan became famous for.
The name Feitian Sword King comes from this set of sword techniques!
"The sword technique is exquisite, but the potential of this sword technique is average. It is not a high-level combat method, but it is extremely proficient in mastering it. As far as this set of sword techniques is concerned, it has reached the level of proficiency." The two referees stared at the field
. , commented secretly in his heart.
Dang...
dang...a series of sounds of weapons clashing, which was the collision of swords countless times.
Sparks were scattered one after another.
The situation reversed instantly.
Fang Che fully occupied the ninth level of offensive, while Ding Jingran was on the ground, struggling to hold on!
With a clang, the swords collided again, and Fang Che once again flew up with the sword light, hovering in the air.
The sword's light was sharp, falling from the sky like a long dragon.
"Well done!"
Ding Juran shouted, a hint of fanatical fighting spirit flashing across his usually cold and rigid face.
With a flick of the long sword, a large sword flower suddenly bloomed.
With a bang, Fang Che flew up again and dived again.
Fang Che seemed to have turned into a flying bird, constantly falling and flying up again. For half a quarter of an hour, his feet did not even touch the ground!
Just the force of the tip of the knife was enough for him to fly up and strike again!
Like a vigorous flying eagle, it is constantly attacking the rabbit on the ground.
The sword was shining coldly, and every moment was a bloody disaster!
Suppressing Ding Juran with all his might.
As long as Ding Juran's sword light has the potential to surge, he will immediately suppress it with stronger force!
Fang Che dived, dived again, dived again. Ding Juran's trump card must be forced out!
Otherwise, it is always a worry.
boom!
There was another loud noise, and Ding Ziran staggered back, the sword in his hand already showing a gap.
After all, the long sword is a light weapon, not a head-on weapon.
Fang Che forced him to fight so savagely because he was using a knife!
Born to take advantage.
Head-to-head confrontation, sword versus sword!
Ding Juran retreated fifteen feet directly to the edge of the ring!
Then he suddenly made a move: the sword in his hand came to his left hand!
With a kick of both feet, the sword light suddenly shot up into the sky.
There was a hissing sound in the air, and there was sword energy slashing through the air!
Ding Juran rushed up, like a sword, rushing up brightly, as if he was going to rush into the white clouds!
Fang Che hovered in the sky, his eyes suddenly flashed.
Sure enough, my guess was good. The trump card is here!
Let me just say that if this boy was born with sword bones, he would never have the fighting power he has now!
It turned out to be a left-handed sword.
He's left-handed!
Now that he had forced out the opponent's backhand, Fang Che no longer held back.
As the sword light rushed up, Fang Che yelled: "The sword plays the pagoda!" He
also controlled the sword light and flew into the sky. With this charge, he rushed seven feet into the air!
Then it spun in the air!
The light of the sword drew a large circle in the air, leaving a complete trace, and then a mountain of swords formed in front of him, like a pagoda!
The spire continues to form below, and the tower body above is getting thicker and thicker!
The violent murderous aura escaped.
It fell suddenly like thunder from heaven!
The power of this blow has even reached the level of Wuzong!
This sword is a set of sword skills that Fang Che obtained in his previous life; the three swords of Futu!
Since I had always used a sword in my previous life, I had never used it before.
Now, the first move is used!
Even though Ding Juran was born with sword bones, how could he be the opponent of Fang Che, who had improved his cultivation several times? What's more, this sword was so murderous that it almost covered Ding Juran's whole body!
The light of the sword collided with each other, and with just two dings, the sword snapped.
The Daoshan Pagoda suddenly fell!
Ding Jieran held the broken sword and staggered back, but his dead eyes burst out with fighting intent, and he kept waving the broken sword to resist the sword energy.
But it is obviously beyond its capabilities.
There was a trace of blood on the body, which was because the sword energy had scratched the skin.
Then the broken sword was completely submerged in the light of the sword.
Ding Juran was about to be cut into pieces by Fang Che.
Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a teacher appeared behind Ding Ziran. He grabbed Ding Ziran by the collar with one hand and threw him out, and stretched his other hand forward.
Just like that, he penetrated Fang Che's sword light, and his two white fingers were like a little girl playing with the wings of a butterfly, gently and deftly holding the tip of the sword.
Clang!
The blade of the long knife twisted in mid-air, like a snake, being pinched by seven inches.
The sword light suddenly disappeared.
Fang Che held a knife in one hand and stopped with his head and feet in mid-air.
The tip of the knife is in the instructor's hand.
After a blink of an eye, Fang Che turned over and fell down, sweating profusely. He exhaled first to dispel the knife in his chest and said gratefully: "Thank you, teacher!"
The teacher let go of the tip of the knife and said with a smile, "What did you say? Is this the one move that I can't control?"
"Yes."
Fang Che nodded and admitted, looking at Jiao Xi with enthusiasm in his eyes, and said: "Jiao Xi is so powerful, he pinched it with just two fingers... Now that I think of what I said before the war, the student is very blushing and ashamed."
The instructor laughed and said, "Have you only been exposed to martial arts for a few days? You have this kind of cultivation, this kind of killing and combat skills, and you are so proficient in it. It can be seen that you are truly a master of martial arts. You have worked hard; when I was your age, I was not as good as you."
"Teacher, you are so humble. There are still many areas for students to improve!"
Fang Che said.
Then he turned to look at Ding Ziran and rushed over: "Brother Ding, are you okay?"
Ding Ziran was shocked and nodded: "I can't catch this knife." Fang Che said
: "It's okay."
He smiled heartily and said: "Don't forget our agreement. Regardless of victory or defeat..."
A trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in Ding Juran's eyes, and then he smiled and said: "Of course I will never forget... No matter victory or defeat, we are all friends! In critical moments, we help each other and act as a shield for each other!"
Unlike Fang Che's sincere enthusiasm when he said these words; Ding Juran said, "No matter we win or lose, we are all friends!" In critical moments, we help each other and act as a shield for each other! 'When he spoke these words, he spoke every word with a serious expression and a stiff and solemn voice.
When he came to the last four words 'mutual barrier', his voice was even more solemn, like an oath.
And his dead eyes instantly burned like flames as he spoke these words.
This suddenly added a bit of color to his usually stiff face.
Amidst Fang Che's laughter, there was a snap.
The two palms struck each other in the air.
Fang Che looked cheerful and sincere.
Ding Juran's face was stiff, with a forced smile.
There was something strangely warm about it.
Off stage.
Mo Ganyun jumped up and screamed: "Count me in!"
and then burst into laughter.
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(End of chapter)