Martial God of Myriad Realms Chapter 52: Sword fighting!

　　 Fan Jian's speed is very fast, I must preemptively, otherwise it will be difficult to have a chance to shoot!

　　 Yang made up his mind, he had already secretly transported his vitality and poured all his energy on the sword's edge.

　　 "Huh!" Yang Zhong made a decisive move, and Ming Moon flashed a cold light from a perfect angle.

　　 "Stun! How could it be?" Yang Zhong was surprised to find that his Moon Sword was directly caught by the opponent's two fingers!

　　Two fingers..., caught Mingyue? Regardless of the speed, strength and angle of Yang Zhong's sword, he was still blocked by Fan Jian. What was annoying was that he still used two fingers!

　　 Fan Jian smiled at the corners of his mouth, pinching gently with two fingers, seemingly mocking and sympathizing.

　　 "What, this smile!" Yang Zhongxin got angry and pulled out Mingyue with a twist.

　　 "Om!" Mingyue made a buzzing sound, and Fan Jian did not stop him, holding his hand and standing full of confidence.

　　 "Just take it with your hands, I am a person who respects the law, and I will hand you over to Master Fu Yin." Fan Jian seemed to want to win without fighting.

　　 "Try my sword again!" Yang Zhong frowned, and a dragon chant whizzed out from the sword body of Mingyue, as if the silent sword spirit was gradually waking up, and the strong killing aura spread instantly.

　　 "Shen Bing!" Fan Jian looked at Mingyue in amazement, his eyes were filled with awe. Only the sacred soldier could have such a momentum, how he was not surprised.

　　The magic weapon can only be made by the weapon refiner of Tier 3 and above, and the failure rate of Tier 3 is extremely high. Generally speaking, the success rate of refining the magic weapon is guaranteed when it is above Tier 5. Soldiers are extremely rare and precious, not to mention their immense power. The most important symbolic meaning is that anyone who holds a magic weapon is not a tycoon who is alone in the world.

　　 But look at this Yang Zhong, but the martial artist's cultivation base, how can he have a magic weapon! This made Fan Jian puzzled.

　　 "Huh, don't think that you are the only one who has a magic weapon!" Fan Jian said as he sacrificed his left-hand sword, a **** scent rushed over his face instantly, and a little red color fluttered in the space, like a peach blossom color. gorgeous.

　　 Yang Zhong was startled, the aura from this sword was not weaker than Mingyue, and it seemed to be a magic weapon!

　　Fan Jian said proudly, "My peach blossom blood is made of meteorite iron from the outside world, from the hands of Master Chen Henshui, the fifth-order craftsman." Fan Jian said lovingly and caressed his magic weapon. , Sighed, "The peach blossom deliberately follows the flowing water, and the flowing water does not fall in love with it, so I pay homage to it with my blood and break any love!"

　　 Fan Jian danced peach blossoms as he spoke, and bursts of chill spread in the air, and a cold light shot people's eyeballs, but there was some ruthless loneliness.

　　 "If the water is unintentional, I will cut off the water. If the peach blossoms are intentional, I will collect all the peach blossoms. Mother-in-law like you, the day lilies are cold!" Yang Zhong sneered and stepped on a weird step under his feet. , Because the cold night is like seeing the ruthless cold moon, when you see the cold moon, it has already shone on you.

　　The power of the bright moon is stimulated, and who can resist it. The speed of this sword is ten times as fast as before. Even Fan Jian did not expect it to be so fast!

　　 "That is!!!" Before Fan Jian could mention the peach blossom to resist, the long hair on his forehead had already been cut off.

　　 Yang Zhongshoujian coldly snorted, "I think you are not easy to cultivate, and you have no big grudges against you. Today I will let you go and get out!"

　　"Yang Zhong, you..." Fan Jian was a little unbelievable. The opponent's strength was beyond his imagination. He originally thought he could easily defeat the opponent, but he almost got his head off by accident.

　　 "Okay, I owe you a life, and I will pay you back." Fan Jian looked at Yang with appreciation and nodded.

　　 "Let’s talk if I have a chance to meet, I have to buy materials, there will be some time later." Yang Zhong clasped his fists and was about to turn around and leave, suddenly his whole body froze.

　　 The sound of a galloping horse came from the front direction at the same time, as if a large number of troops were killed in a terrifying manner.

　　 "Drive! Drive!"

　　 As far as he could see, Yang Zhong had seen a group of officers and soldiers wearing red armor with gold medals and sabers rushing over.

　　 This group of officers and soldiers looks obviously different from ordinary officers and soldiers, not only because of their luxurious equipment, but also mainly because the gold medal on the waist is particularly eye-catching. From Yang Zhong’s eyesight, one can clearly see that waist. The two words "大内" on the card.

　　 "Go away, these people are masters in the inner circle, you are definitely not an opponent." Fan Jian leaned to Yang Zhong and whispered a few words.

　　 At this moment, a humming sound has been heard, "Those who stand in the way, kill without mercy!"

　　 At the same time, a high spirit came out, and Yang Zhong was forcibly pulled aside by Fan Jian.

　　 This line of more than a dozen fast horses rushed and didn't take anyone's life into consideration. This is the style of the Ouchi master.

　　 I thought they would be fine when they passed, but one person suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yang Zhong, then turned his head and rushed to Yang Zhong's side. When the others saw the situation, they followed closely.

　　 "It's you!" Of course Yang Zhong knew this person, because it was Teacher Zhu Wen from the Wudi Academy. Even though he was wearing an official uniform, he was recognized by Yang Zhong. That nasty face was very special.

　　 Zhu Wen sat on the horse and glanced at the body of Fan San on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ and then stared at Yang Chong coldly, "Unexpectedly, I can do a good job on the first day!"

　　 Yang Zhong looked at Zhu Wen contemptuously in his eyes, "Public revenge, you are great, I don't know who gave you this right!"

　　 Zhu Wen sneered, "Hahaha, thank you very much for speaking of it. If you weren't deprived of your position as a master of the insider, you wouldn't be my turn, thank you, Yang Zhong!"

　　 "Thank me, I will pay the price!" Yang Chong snorted coldly, cut out with a sword, and suddenly burst into a cold shot, shocking the horses around him.

　　 Zhu Wen's face changed, and he roared, "A mere warrior, dare to be mad!"

　　 "Boom!" Zhu Wen's knife has already met Yang Zhong's sword.

　　 Zhu Wen is worthy of being a Martial King-level figure, and the power of a single stab ripples through the air, directly tearing through the space.

　　 Yang Zhong felt the strength of the knife's body and the counter-shock was immense, and he took a step back a little later to cushion this tremendous force. Unexpectedly, Zhu Wen's feet also kicked off at the same time, and he staggered unexpectedly. On the ground.

　　 At the same time, more than a dozen major experts also jumped out of Malaysia and put steel sabers on Yang Zhong's neck.

　　 "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and Yang Zhong had already stood up and sacrificed the basalt gold shield.

　　 "Clang! Clang! Clang!..." The steel knife fell to the ground with a crackle like raindrops, and more than a dozen masters were also flew straight away.

　　 "You want to catch me too!" Yang Zhong's mouth was sneered. Although he was only a martial artist, he was also a person with a gold shield for self-defense. Wouldn't it be that he was arrested? Very shameless.