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Chapter 342
Following Fan Chen's exit, it seemed that the entire space began to vibrate.

His ferocity and evil spirit hidden under his compassion were just caught by the Bloody Young Master.

He couldn't believe that these Vajra Temple Buddhas who always moved all sentient beings could have such an appearance.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about the shock in his heart, because the strength and pressure that came on him were beyond his imagination.

Although he said something bad in his heart, the bone fan in his hand was already waving up and down and turned into a phantom.

The blade storm that formed in an instant came towards him like an avalanche, but at this moment it was completely destroyed by an invisible force.

Even as soon as those blade storms were formed, they were all destroyed, and the sharp energy scattered in all directions hit the surrounding walls with a tooth-piercing cutting sound.

But at this time, Fanchen's momentum is in full swing, how can he give Master Blood a chance to breathe.

After one sound, another sound!
"Well!!"

The second word blurted out, and a round of Buddha's light appeared out of thin air behind Li Fanchen.

The appearance of this round of Buddha's light seems to be in response to the second word of the six-character mantra. The pale expression on Mr. Xue's face is even more pale than before. Bloody.

And faintly, there seemed to be a figure standing upright on the bone fan.

The figure couldn't see the face clearly, but the sharp sword in his hand was eye-catching.

The bloody blade storm was sent out from its bone fan again in an instant, and the blade storm collided with the word loudly in the air.

Although Young Master Xue resisted this time, what he got in exchange was a more prosperous Buddha's light behind Fanchen.

A strong sense of crisis couldn't help jumping into Young Master Xue's heart. Only after several fights did he realize that the Buddha who was born in the Vajra Temple in front of him might be a tough nut to crack.

The old man in the temple not far away looked away for a while, because he felt that the outcome between the two people seemed to have been determined.

At this time, his eyes with contempt seemed to be able to penetrate the void and turn to look at the battle situation on the other side.

Needless to say, it was the fair-looking young man and the charming femme fatale whom he was looking forward to.

The confrontation between these two people will definitely be much more exciting than the two battles just now.

Moreover, this fair-looking young man is someone that the woman named Chen Xue cares about very much.

As soon as he thought of this, the old man in the temple couldn't help but think.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why didn't I have such luck when I was young?"

Just when the old man in the temple was lamenting how he had fascinated thousands of young girls when he was young, Xiao Nangong, a femme fatale, flipped his hands and took out two sharp scimitars.

The lines engraved on the scimitar and the flash of purple on the blade make it clear that the scimitar is poisoned.

"Little brother, you heard it too. There is only one chance. As a senior sister, I can't be merciful."

After Xiao Nangong said a word, the two scimitars in his hands also shot out a dazzling cold light.

Xu Ming didn't dare to be careless at all, Xiao Nangong in front of him seemed to be an extremely difficult person to deal with.

There are not only the secrets of divine consciousness, but also strange methods emerge in endlessly.Since she has seen her blue flame before, she is so calm now.

Obviously, this Xiao Nangong is not just the Nascent Soul Stage Great Consummation on the surface, under the investigation of Xu Ming's spiritual consciousness, the spiritual flow in Xiao Nangong's body is actually in a strange reverse posture.

His originally soaring aura was continuously diminished in a short period of time as if he had cut off his own meridians.

But the two scimitars in his hands were even more radiant. At this time, the old man in the temple not far away saw Xiao Nangong like this, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise.

"At the beginning, I heard from the master that there is a way to raise a knife in this world. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it today."

"Little brother, don't blame my sister for being merciless when you get to Huangquan Road."

After Xiao Nangong said this, extremely terrifying sword intent burst out from his originally charming and silky eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Ming felt a little relieved.

Because Xiao Nangong also seems to be a person who understands the Dao of the Sword, as long as it is the Dao of the Sword, it is not difficult for Xu Ming.

But Xu Ming far underestimated the sharpness of the two scimitars in Xiao Nangong's hands and the lines engraved on the blades. He saw that Xiao Nangong gently waved the scimitar in his hand, and it cut the space as thin as a hair. cracks.

And an invisible wave unexpectedly appeared in front of Xu Ming in an instant.

Pfft, blood splatters everywhere!
I saw a hideous wound on Xu Ming's chest and abdomen with a knife, and burst blood flowed out from it.

His clothes were dyed red in an instant, but he did not expect that Xiao Nangong's method would be similar to that of Situ Changkong, a master from Wuhen Sword Palace.

Xiao Nangong seemed to do it casually, but the mystery contained in it was such that even Xu Ming was a little caught off guard under his carelessness.

In fact, what Xu Ming didn't know was that Xiao Nangong's Dao of the Sword was so strong.

Often people who have seen her sword skills will definitely end up in a dead end. On weekdays, she always shows others some heresy ways, so as time goes by, people in Starfield City only remember Xiao Nangong's nickname of the thousand-faced snake and scorpion. It was because of the selective forgetting of the frightening Dao Sanniang back then.

The mother-child mandarin duck knife in his hand is made of the spirit stones in the top-level formation, and it can arouse the power of space when it is swung at will, thus creating the illusion of cutting space cracks.

It was also because of this that Xu Ming had the illusion that he saw Situ Changkong make a move.

The difficulty of comprehending the lineage of space is beyond everyone's imagination, and it is precisely because of this that Xu Ming can't see through the mystery contained in it.

However, Xiao Nangong, who originally practiced the Dao of the Saber painstakingly, has the same effect as Baidi with the help of this weapon that contains the Dao of Space.

Looking at the hideous wound on Xu Ming's chest and abdomen at this moment, Xiao Nangong reappeared a charming smile on his face.

"Junior brother, I will be merciful with this one blow, but I won't show mercy with the next one."

It's just that before Xiao Nangong finished speaking, he saw the hideous incision on Xu Ming's chest and abdomen closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She never thought that the poison tempered on her blade would have no effect on Xu Ming.

But such an unexpected episode did not plan for her position, since he had sacrificed this mother-child mandarin duck saber, there was absolutely no possibility of him being defeated by Xiao Nangong.

As the knife edge on the chest and abdomen closed, the knife containing the origin of water and fire appeared in Xu Ming's hand.

A scorching fire spread along the handle to the blade, instantly stimulating the source of fire in the blade.

The scorching fire swept the entire space in an instant, and at this moment, the primordial spirit in Xu Ming's consciousness also trembled uncontrollably.

Streams of pure breath continuously flowed through the whole limbs, and the soaring sword intent also came out through Xu Ming's eyes.

"Oh, my junior brother seems to be serious about it."

(End of this chapter)