Master of Great Calamity

But at this moment, amidst the billowing gunpowder smoke, Fang Yuan had already aroused all his anger, and he slashed at the young man in purple with his sword. The two weapons met. Unexpectedly, their amazing mana collided together. Unexpectedly, the young man in purple was cut back by Fang Yuan's sword, and a deep gully was formed between his feet on the solid ground.

you wanna die!

The young man in purple changed his expression, he raised his mana angrily, and wanted to hit him with a mace.

But before he could make a move, Fang Yuan slashed with his sword, and then he got close to him again, followed by another sword!

This sword came so fast, the young man in purple could only grit his teeth and hold the golden mace again to stand in front of others.

laugh……

This sword repelled him vigorously.

Where did this little bastard get such profound mana?

At this time, even he was a little surprised. He was obviously at the ninth level of Qi training. Under the foundation, he was a rare opponent. His strength could basically crush all the disciples in this small bamboo peak. He never thought that the opponent actually had such strong mana. He was obviously two levels lower than himself, but there was an indescribable mana in the sword.

Especially when everyone was in harmony, he was repelled twice, and he was really angry.

唰 唰 唰 唰 唰

Fang Yuan didn't care about so much, after two swords in a row, the anger in his heart hadn't vented yet, the sword light was sharp, and he rushed forward again, under the urging of Wu Que's sword scriptures, those sword moves that he was usually familiar with by heart, were directly displayed in succession, turned into a big net weaving the sky, and slashed down at the purple-clothed young man in front of him one after another, fiercely surpassing every sword!

Up to now, he was not so constrained by sword moves, but now he is even more joyful when he strikes!

It seems that he doesn't have any tricks anymore, he just keeps drawing his sword!

Bang bang bang bang bang...

But for the young man in purple, it was not so smooth. He only felt a big net being woven in front of his eyes. He wanted to rush out several times, but he failed and was knocked back one after another. After several times, his back had already hit the merit stone wall. The strong sword force forced him to knock out a shallow imprint on the merit stone wall, which can be said to be extremely embarrassing!

How bold...you are courting death yourself!

With the temperament of this young man in purple clothes, how could he bear such insults, he let out a roar, and suddenly he couldn't care about anything, and all of a sudden, his mana was stimulated crazily, and all of it was poured into the golden nine-dragon mace in his palm. For a moment, he could only see the golden light on the golden nine-dragon mace.

Quick, quick, stop them!

All the deacons of the Immortal Gate were taken aback when they first saw the change before the merit stone wall.

When they first saw the young man in purple clothes make a move, although they were a little hesitant, they didn't want to stop them directly, because the other party was a true disciple. Once these true disciples successfully established their foundation and grew up, their status would not be lower than their low-level deacons and elders. Therefore, they are usually polite to these true disciples in the fairy gate and will not treat them as ordinary disciples.

And in their imagination, as a true disciple, no matter what, he would never attack a disciple of the immortal sect who was much younger than him. It was only when he saw that he even used the golden nine-dragon mace that his face changed drastically, and he couldn't care about anything else.

It's outrageous, even the golden nine-dragon mace is going to be used?

Even the woman in white on the hillside couldn't help scolding in a low voice, her brows furrowed tightly.

Golden Nine-Dragon Mace, isn't that...

When Junior Sister Qiao heard this name, she couldn't help being startled, her face turned pale.

Danger……

At this time, Fang Yuan, who was frantically drawing his sword, also intuitively felt a kind of heart-wrenching feeling. When he was fighting with others, he would often subconsciously clear away his distracting thoughts, so as not to be affected and make wrong judgments. It was also because of clearing away distracting thoughts that his intuition was extremely sensitive when fighting with others. At this time, he suddenly felt a strong danger!

But correspondingly, he could also feel that his opponent couldn't last long.

At this moment, he did not choose to stop, but gritted his teeth, and slashed with his sword again, and in this sword, he had no reservations, all the black and yellow energy in his body was destroyed, and he rolled towards the opponent rumblingly, like waves in a long river!

At this moment, the demon seal on his sword suddenly lit up.

Go to hell!

The young man in purple yelled indignantly, soaring into the sky, the golden nine-dragon mace in his hand was about to wave out, trying to confront Fang Yuan head-on, but what he didn't expect was that, just when the power of the golden nine-dragon mace was about to be truly shattered, he suddenly saw Fang Yuan's sword light.

That feeling was like catching a glimpse of a sea of ​​blood, and the screams inside pierced into the bottom of my heart like sharp needles.

The momentum of the golden Nine-Dragon Mace that he had just destroyed suddenly slowed down.

But Fang Yuan's sword came rolling in, smashing the golden light in front of him immediately, and continued to rush forward, pushing him to the top of the stone wall. The young man in purple also reacted, desperately trying to unleash the power of the golden nine-dragon mace, but at this moment, Fang Yuan flew over and stabbed at him with a chi la sword...

You...you really dare to kill me?

The young man in purple was taken aback, and it was too late to activate the Nine Dragon Mace.

And looking at Fang Yuan's expressionless face, for the first time, a terrifying sense of fear arose in his heart.

Hurry up, stop him...

At this time, the deacons on the mountain had just rushed down, screaming and rushed towards the young man in purple, wanting to prevent him from destroying the magic weapon of the golden Nine Dragon Mace, otherwise, not only Fang Yuan, but they were worried that even the stone wall of merit would be destroyed...

Stop the shit, stop Xiao Fangyuan!

Deacon Bai was the first to notice something was wrong, he yelled angrily, and rushed towards Fang Yuan at the same time.

Oh oh... that's right...

Only then did the deacons realize that it was not Fang Yuan who was in danger, but the young man in purple. They hurriedly turned in the air and rushed towards Fang Yuan one after another.

Xiao Fangyuan, don't kill me, are you going to destroy your own future?

Fang Yuan's sword was too fast, and this scene appeared too abruptly, even the deacons couldn't stop it in time.

In desperation, he could only rush forward while shouting desperately.

Self-destructive future?

Hearing this, Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he stabbed out with his sword.

It's over, it's over!

All the deacons were shocked and rushed to the front. Seeing this scene, they wanted to cry but had no tears.

This...can't it?

On the hillside, Xiaojiao and the others were also extremely shocked, and subconsciously stood up.

But around Xiaozhufeng, the mountains and plains are full of silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and looked over, not expecting such a result.

The appearance of the young man in purple was really unexpected. His tyrannical strength shocked Xiaozhufeng and all the disciples of the immortal sect, and even gave birth to boundless fear. But what was unexpected was that after such a big battle, he was the one who lost.

...he didn't die!

In front of the merit stone wall, the smoke and dust scattered, gradually revealing the true face on the stone wall.

Someone's heart skipped a beat, and they hurriedly yelled.

Only then did the immortal disciples discover that the young man in purple was still alive.

Fang Yuan's sword pierced through his shoulder and nailed him to the merit stone wall. The golden Nine-Dragon Mace in his hand also fell to the ground powerlessly. At this moment, he had lost all the power to resist, and was just hanging in the air...

so far so good……

Deacon Bai and the others saw this scene clearly, and immediately took a deep breath.

It's fine if you don't die, it's fine if you don't die!

Suffering some minor injuries is not a big deal, but being beheaded like this is a big deal!

Xiao Fangyuan, come here quickly, don't be arrogant!

All the deacons held their breaths and spoke to Fang Yuan in a low voice, fearing to stir him up, they added another sword.

But they thought too much. Fang Yuan's anger vented a lot with this sword. At this moment, his mind had calmed down. He glanced at the true disciple who was nailed to the wall by himself, and just snorted coldly, then pulled out the scabbard from his waist, and then pulled out the long sword nailed to him. Turning around, he slowly fell to the ground!

When he pulled out the sword, the young man in purple also fell down immediately, and fell heavily on the ground.

Fang Yuan didn't look back at him at all, holding the sword in his right hand and the sheath in his left, his gaze slowly swept over, Li Jianghan, Wang Kun, Taihezhen, Qi Xiaofeng in front of the merit stone wall, and Chen Xu and other immortal disciples who had watched from a distance on the small path of the small bamboo peak met his gaze, and his face became dignified.

Then he stuck the sword on the ground beside him, and bowed to the four directions: Brothers, I have won this game!