The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Fang Fengcheng sat upright on his horse without moving, neither revealing the sharpness of his spear nor gathering his armor for defense.

When Tong Ling's black sword was rushing towards him and was about to touch his neck, he raised his wrist at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and slightly opened his fingers, firmly clamping the sharp black sword like an iron clamp.

Tong Ling's eyes widened in astonishment. The opponent didn't even form a protective armor, but subdued her sword with just two fingers. This level of skill was hard to believe if one hadn't seen it with one's own eyes.

She struggled hard to take the sword back, but the sword in her hand seemed to be integrated with the opponent's fingers and did not move at all.

Fang Fengcheng just twisted his fingers lightly, and with a click, the Lady Sword broke, which shows how strong his force is.

Before Tong Ling could react, a tremendous pressure surged like a tide, suddenly knocking her off the horse's back. Her body drew a thrilling parabola in the air and fell straight down.

At this critical moment, a figure rushed in like a whirlwind, caught Tong Ling, held her steadily, and then gently placed her on the ground.

"Are you okay?" The person who came was Duan Tianyang.

Tong Ling looked at the broken hilt in her hand, then at the calm and composed Fang Fengcheng. She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak clearly: "He...he..."

"No need to say, I saw it all." Duan Tianyang immediately called out, "Duo'er!"

At his call, the flowers came quickly.

Duan Tianyang said in a deep voice: "Duo'er, take her back to the city."

There was worry on Hua Duo'er's brow. She had witnessed with her own eyes how the opponent broke the sword with two fingers. The opponent's strength was the strongest she had ever seen in her life.

"Don't worry, just leave this person to me." Duan Tianyang's eyes revealed unquestionable determination.

Hua Duoer heard this and said no more. She took Tong Ling's arm and said, "Miss Tong, let's go."

Although Tong Ling was unwilling, she was half-pushed and half-led into the city by Hua Duoer.

As the two figures gradually moved away, Duan Tianyang finally had time to look directly at Fang Fengcheng, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: Wow! This guy is much more handsome than his dead uncle, and he's almost as handsome as me...

While admiring the other party's handsome appearance, Duan Tianyang did not ignore the strong pressure that emanated from Fang Fengcheng. This power actually surpassed Yi Shuirou's. It was obvious that the other party's cultivation was higher than Yi Shuirou's...

The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting in the air.

Fang Fengcheng calmly dismounted, lightly took a spear surrounded by red light from the victory hook of his warhorse, and approached Duan Tianyang with steady steps.

When the distance was shortened to only three steps, he stopped and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Duan Tianyang smiled calmly and asked, "Who do you think I look like?"

"Duan Tianyang." Fang Fengcheng blurted out, confirming without a doubt that his handsome appearance was exactly the same as the image in the rumors.

"Yeah." Duan Tianyang nodded.

Fang Fengcheng's eyes swept past Duan Tianyang and inadvertently glanced behind him. He saw that the Hongxing Army's generals and soldiers were densely packed with black masses, and their number was difficult to estimate.

Facing the overwhelming force of the army, Fang Fengcheng remained calm and full of enthusiasm. He waved his spear, pointed directly at the mighty army formation behind Duan Tianyang, and said loudly: "Duan Tianyang, you can let your men fight me!"

Duan Tianyang's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he asked, "Are you here to find them, or to find me?"

"Of course I came here just for you."

"That's right, I'm here, why do you care about them?"

Fang Fengcheng was stunned, frowned slightly, and asked doubtfully: "Don't you plan to let your men help you?"

Duan Tianyang raised a faint smile and asked, "Is it necessary?"

The implication is that he alone is enough to handle it.

Fang Fengcheng's face darkened slightly, and he nodded in approval, "You are quite responsible, and you know that everyone should take responsibility for their own actions. However, with your cultivation level, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree to fight against me. If you end your life now, you can still retain some dignity, otherwise, I'm afraid you will suffer the consequences."

Duan Tianyang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and then asked: "Let me ask you, for a person who loves cultivation, what does he desire most?"

"what?"

"It's like meeting a real master." Duan Tianyang said slowly, with a challenging light flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Fang Fengcheng instantly understood what Duan Tianyang meant.

He shrugged lightly and said calmly: "Killing someone means paying with one's life. This is only natural. Since you are determined to seek this bitter fruit, I will grant your wish."

After saying that, he suddenly thrust the spear in his hand into the ground, and then walked slowly towards Duan Tianyang with his bare hands.

Although his steps seemed slow, he was actually very fast. In the blink of an eye he was in front of Duan Tianyang.

Seeing Fang Fengcheng punching directly at his face, the speed of the punch seemed slow, but in fact it contained a mystery.

Duan Tianyang instinctively raised his palm to deal with this seemingly light attack.

When Fang Fengcheng's fist hit his palm, a sudden force came, like a huge wave, and shook his entire body backwards.

At the same time, a layer of golden light emanated from Fang Fengcheng's body, as if he was possessed by the god of war, and his armor defense was instantly condensed.

His body shot out like a spring, at an incredible speed.

Although Duan Tianyang was knocked away by him, he caught up with him almost at the same time, and the fist covered with armor smashed hard into Duan Tianyang's chest from top to bottom.

At this time, Duan Tianyang's body was still flying backwards in the air. Seeing Fang Fengcheng approaching and punching him suddenly, he was unable to dodge because he had nowhere to leverage.

Just when the heavy punch was about to hit Duan Tianyang's chest, his body incredibly flew out and avoided the fatal blow.

Then, a loud rumbling sound shook the eardrums...

Fang Fengcheng's heavy punch hit the ground hard, creating a big hole more than half a meter wide and causing dust to fly.

Duan Tianyang's body flew several meters like a kite with a broken string, and finally landed steadily. Then he barely took two steps back before he could steady himself.

His eyes were as cold as ice, locking onto his opponent.

Fang Fengcheng slowly stood up from the dust, turned to look at Duan Tianyang, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Wind Warrior!"

As soon as these words came out, Duan Tianyang was shocked. It was unbelievable that the other party could see through his attributes just by a single encounter.

He responded calmly: "The disciples of Tongtian Pavilion are indeed worthy of their reputation and have extraordinary knowledge."

"I don't need your flattery, I just want the head on your neck!" After Fang Fengcheng finished speaking, he stomped his foot on the ground and waved his arm. The spear that had been standing quietly in the distance and no one cared about it actually trembled on its own, and then broke through the ground like an arrow, drew a gorgeous arc in the air, and flew straight towards him.