But at this moment, in the rolling smoke, Fang Yuan had already aroused anger and slashed at the young man in purple with one sword. The two of them had weapons connected. Unexpectedly, the amazing magic power collided. Unexpectedly, the young man in purple was actually cut back by Fang Yuan's sword, and his feet showed a deep gully on the solid ground.

"You're looking for death!"

The young man in purple changed his brilliance and raised his magic power angrily, so he wanted to hit him with a mace.

But before he could take action, Fang Yuan slashed with a sword and was already approaching again, and then another sword!

The sword came too quickly, and the young man in purple could only grit his teeth and once again held the golden mace to block the person.

"laugh……"

This sword repelled him again.

"Where did this little bastard get such deep mana?"

At this time, even he was a little surprised. He was obviously at the ninth level of Qi training. Under the foundation building, he was very rare to see an opponent. His strength could basically crush all the disciples of Xiao Zhufeng. He never thought that the other party had such strong magic power. His cultivation was obviously two levels lower than his, but the sword power contained indescribable magic power. After slashing two consecutive swords, he suffered a loss!

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

"Swish", "Swish", "Swish", "Swish", "Swish" "Swish"

Fang Yuan ignored so many things. After firing two swords, the anger in his heart had not yet ejaculated. The sword light was harsh and rushed forward again. Under the urging of the Wuque Sword Sutra, the sword moves that were usually familiar with the heart were used continuously, turning into a large net of wiping the sky, and slashing towards the young man in purple in front of him. One sword was fierce and one sword was more fierce than the other!

Now, he is no longer obsessed with sword moves, and he is even more refreshing when he takes action!

It seems that he has no rules anymore, he is just constantly drawing his sword!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

But for the young man in purple, he was not so happy. He felt a big net woven in front of him and wanted to rush out several times, but he failed to do so. Instead, he was hit back one after another. After several times, his back had already hit the stone wall of merit. The strong sword force forced him to knock out a shallow mark on the stone wall of merit. It can be said that he was extremely embarrassed!

"How bold...you are seeking death by yourself!"

With the temperament of this young man in purple, how could he withstand such insults? He roared and suddenly he couldn't care about anything. Suddenly, his magic power started to rush wildly, and all of them were poured into the golden nine dragon mace in his palm. For a moment, he saw that the golden nine dragon mace was full of golden light. The lifelike dragon patterns on the mace seemed to be coming alive at this moment, roaring in a low voice...

"Hurry, hurry up and stop them!"

When they saw the changes before the stone wall of merit, all the deacons of the Immortal Sect were shocked.

At first, when they saw the young man in purple taking action, they hesitated, but they did not want to stop him directly, because the other party was a true disciple. Once these true disciples successfully built the foundation and grew up, their status would not be lower than that of the lower-level deacon elders. Therefore, in the immortal sect, they were always polite to these true disciples and would not treat them as ordinary disciples.

Moreover, in their imagination, as a true disciple, he would never kill a fairy disciple who was much younger than him. He saw that he even used the Golden Nine Dragon Mace, and his face changed drastically and he could no longer care about anything else.

"It's really inappropriate. Do you even need to use magic weapons like the Golden Nine Dragon Mace?"

Even the woman in white on the hillside couldn't help but shout in a low voice, and her brows frowned tightly.

"Golden Nine Dragon Mace, that's not..."

When Junior Sister Xiao Qiao heard this name, she couldn't help but be shocked and her face turned pale.

"Danger……"

At this moment, Fang Yuan, who was crazily setting off his sword, also intuitively felt a sense of terror. When he was fighting with others, he would often subconsciously clear out his distracting thoughts to avoid being affected and make wrong judgments. It was precisely because he cleared out his distracting thoughts that he was extremely sensitive when fighting with others. At this time, he suddenly felt a strong danger!

But in response, he could also feel that the opponent would not last long.

At this moment, he did not choose to stop, but gritted his teeth and slashed with another sword. Moreover, he had no reservations in this sword, and his body of mysterious yellow aura was destroyed, rumbled towards his opponent, like a wave of a long river!

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

"Go to die!"

The young man in purple screamed in anger and soared into the sky. The golden nine dragon mace in his hand was about to swing out to fight Fang Yuan head-on. But unexpectedly, just when the power of the golden nine dragon mace was about to be truly destroyed, he suddenly saw Fang Yuan's sword light. In the sharp sword light, he actually saw a bright blood color, and was inexplicably shocked...

That feeling was like a glimpse of a sea of ​​blood, and the shrill screams inside were penetrated into my heart like a sharp needle.

The golden nine dragon mace that he had just started to destroy suddenly slowed down.

But Fang Yuan's sword force rolled in, immediately shattering the golden light in front of him, and continued to rush forward, pushing him to the stone wall. The young man in purple also reacted, desperately trying to exert the power of the Golden Nine Dragon Mace, but at this moment, Fang Yuan had already rushed over and stabbed him with a "swish" sword...

"You...you really dare to kill me?"

The young man in purple was shocked, and it was too late to activate the Jiulong mace again.

And looking at Fang Yuan's expressionless appearance, he felt a terrifying fear for the first time.

"Hurry, stop him..."

At this time, the deacons on the mountain had just rushed down and shouted at the young man in purple, trying to stop him from destroying the magic weapon of the Golden Nine Dragon Mace. Otherwise, not only Fang Yuan, they were worried that even the stone wall of merit would be destroyed...

"Stop it, stop Xiao Fangyuan!"

However, Deacon Bai was the first to find something wrong, and shouted in anger, and rushed towards Fang Yuan.

“Oh oh oh…yes…yes…”

The deacons realized that it was not Fang Yuan who was in danger now, but the young man in purple, who quickly turned in the air and rushed towards Fang Yuan one after another. But in the air, he saw Fang Yuan's sword like a meteor, feeling refreshed and stabbed at the young man in purple without any hesitation. They were all in a state of chaos and sweated all over...

"Xiao Fangyuan, don't kill him. Do you want to destroy your future?"

Fang Yuan's sword was too fast, and this scene happened too suddenly, and even these deacons had no time to stop them.

In a hurry, he could only rush forward and yelled desperately.

"Destroy your future?"

Fang Yuan heard this and hesitated for a moment, but in a flash, he stabbed out with a sword.

"It's over!"

The deacons were shocked and rushed to the front in a hurry. When they saw this scene, they were in tears.

"This... won't be?"

On the hillside, Xiao Lajiao and others were shocked and subconsciously stood up.

Around Xiaozhu Peak, the mountains and fields were filled with silence.

Everyone stared at it with wide eyes, but they didn't expect that this would be the result.

The appearance of the young man in purple was really unexpected. His powerful strength even scared the disciples of the Immortal Sect from Xiaozhu Peak, and even felt boundless fear. But what he expected was that after such a big battle, he was defeated. That was the true legend of the Immortal Sect. His identity was so high that he was actually given to Fang Yuan...

“…He was not dead!”

Before the stone wall of merit, smoke and dust flew away, gradually revealing the true appearance on the stone wall.

Someone was shocked and shouted in a hurry.

Only then did the disciples of the Immortal Sect realize that the young man in purple was still alive.

Fang Yuan's sword pierced his shoulder and nailed him to the stone wall of merit. The golden nine dragon mace in his hand fell to the ground weakly. At this time, the whole person had lost all the power of resistance and hung in the air...

"It's okay...it's okay..."

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

It’s good if you haven’t died, it’s good if you haven’t died!

It’s not a big deal to suffer some minor injuries. It’s a big deal that is so shocking!

"Xiao Fangyuan, come here quickly, don't act irritably!"

The deacons calmed down and said to Fang Yuan in a low voice, for fear of being excited, so they added another sword.

However, they were thinking too much. Fang Yuan's anger ejaculated a lot with the sword. At this time, his mind had calmed down. He glanced at the true disciple who was nailed to the wall by him, but snorted coldly, then pulled out the scabbard that was nailed to him, then pulled out the long sword nailed to him, and slowly fell to the ground!

When he drew his sword, the young man in purple fell down and fell heavily on the ground.

Fang Yuan didn't look back at him at all, holding a sword in his right hand and a sheath in his left hand. His eyes slowly swept over. Li Jianghan, Wang Kun, Taihezhen, Qi Xiaofeng, and other immortal disciples who looked over from afar, all met his eyes, and their faces became solemn, while Fang Yuanzhe gave it lightly and returned the sword to the sheath!
Chapter completed!