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After Fang Chongjun heard it, he said disdainfully: "Boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want here because you have a good sword! I said, are you thinking too much of yourself?"

"With your strength, there is really nothing to be proud of in front of me. I will show you what it is called top-level strength!"

After Zhou Yi heard it, he smiled and said: "Okay, then don't be cowardly! I will let you know that your so-called strength is worthless in front of the young master!"

"Today, I want to see how powerful you, the head of the so-called Fang family, are!?"

After Fang Chongjun heard it, he snorted coldly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

At this time, his punch had come before Zhou Yi's eyes.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, held the Emperor Dragon Sword with both hands, and swiped down vigorously.

This sword was fast and ruthless, and it slashed on Fang Chongjun's fist almost instantly.

After Fang Chongjun saw it, his pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew his hand, but it was still a bit late.

At this time, the Emperor Dragon Sword had already cut a long and thin wound on Fang Zhongjun's hand!

As soon as this wound appeared, a large amount of blood flowed out, making it look extremely hideous.

But Zhou Yi said with a smile: "What? Aren't you quite strong? Why are you looking like this now?"

"Master thought you were so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!"

Zhou Yi said, shaking his head contemptuously, his face full of disdain.

But after Fang Chongjun heard it, his face was gloomy, and he looked at Zhou Yi viciously, with a strong killing intent in his eyes.

He frowned, feeling a little angry in his heart.

He never thought that the Emperor Dragon Sword was so sharp that it could even break through his own fist!

What level of spirit weapon is this?

As Fang Zhongjun kept thinking, his eyes became extremely fiery.

He is now more and more curious about the Emperor Dragon Sword, Fang Zhongjun made up his mind, he must get this sword today!
He said slowly, "Boy, it's a pity to give you this sword!"

"I can still give you a chance. As long as you are willing to give it to me now, I will let you go. What do you think?"

After Zhou Yi heard it, he looked at Fang Chongjun like a fool.

He said with a sneer: "Old guy, you are the only one who is qualified to ask for my master's sword? Are you out of your mind?"

"Don't say it's you, even in your entire Fang family, no one has this qualification!"

After Fang Zhongjun heard it, his eyes suddenly became colder.

He said blankly: "If that's the case, then I can only send you to die today!"

"Boy, don't blame me, if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too crazy!"

After Fang Zhongjun finished speaking, without any reservations, he directly began to mobilize the spiritual power of his whole body.

For a moment, the spiritual power in his body exploded violently, and all the spiritual power in the field rushed towards Fang Zhongjun's body, like a huge vortex.

Afterwards, Fang Chongjun let out an angry roar, and rushed towards Zhou Yi suddenly!

He stomped his foot on the ground fiercely, and his figure kept flickering in the air like a cannonball.

After Zhou Yi saw it, his face became a little more serious.

At this time, the Yanhuang mentality in his body is in rapid operation.

Even though Zhou Yi has successfully advanced to the level of a ninth-level psyker, it is still a bit difficult to face a real evolutionary.

After all, the difference between the two is a whole big realm. If Zhou Yi is not careful, he will easily lose to Fang Chongjun!
Zhou Yi took a deep breath, then suddenly clenched the Emperor's Dao Dragon Sword tightly, and all the spiritual power in his whole body poured into the Emperor's Dao Dragon Sword.

Soon, bursts of light radiated from the Imperial Dragon Sword, and an incomparable sword energy of spiritual power instantly appeared in the field, roaring recklessly!

Afterwards, Zhou Yi slashed at Fang Chongjun with a sword!
This sword, as if with a peerless sword brilliance, brought a cold glow in the air.

In just a moment, he has already arrived in front of Fang Chongjun!
After Fang Chongjun saw it, he sneered and said in a deep voice, "Boy, although your sword is good, your speed is still too slow!"

"When will psykers be qualified to fight against evolutionaries? It's really funny! If you only have this ability, I advise you not to say such big words here, you have no qualifications to fight with me!"

After Fang Chongjun finished speaking, his figure suddenly flickered strangely.

As for himself, he directly avoided Zhou Yi's sword and came to Zhou Yi's body.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhongjun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zhou Yi's chest with great force!
When Zhou Yi saw it, he quickly withdrew and backed away, barely avoiding Fang Chongjun's palm.

Seeing this, Fang Zhongjun didn't continue to fight, but said with a smile: "Boy, do you know how far the gap between you and me is now? I advise you to wait for death obediently!"

"Otherwise, when I defeat you later, believe me, you will be in great pain!"

After Zhou Yi heard it, he smiled disdainfully and said, "Old man, you are really overconfident! I just want to see how you can get rid of me?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yi suddenly stopped talking too much nonsense with Fang Chongjun.

Instead, his eyes shone brightly, and his face became extremely stern.

Afterwards, Zhou Yi said in a cold voice: "Master, I still have a sword, but I don't know if you can catch it!?"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he suddenly became calm instead, without any fluctuation of spiritual power around him.

After Fang Zhongjun saw it, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face became a little serious.

He could feel that Zhou Yi's sword was extremely powerful.

Even if I am not careful, I am afraid I will be seriously injured!
Fang Zhongjun stared at Zhou Yi closely, and still mocked: "Boy, even if you try your best, you must not be my opponent! I don't know what you are still struggling with?"

"Dare to fight against our Fang family, how courageous are you?"

As Fang Chongjun spoke, he shook his head contemptuously.

After Zhou Yi heard it, he didn't speak. Instead, he raised his foot and walked towards Fang Chongjun.

Every time Zhou Yi took a step, his aura became more violent.

When he came in front of Fang Chongjun, he was already full of murderous intent.

Afterwards, Zhou Yi clenched the imperial dragon sword tightly, and slashed at Fang Chongjun with one sword!
At the same time, he roared angrily in a low voice: "Old man, stop pretending here! You'd better hurry up and die for the young master!"