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Chapter 117 Breaking the Beauty Fan [Part 1]

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    "Brother Fang's words are wrong. If such a peerless beauty is not painted with a wonderful brush, it will be a waste of money." Shaking his head slightly, Mu Qiu still remained unmoved, and sketched with his own brush.

    "Clang!"

    Only a crisp sound was heard, and the long sword in Fang Cun's hand had been unsheathed, and there was a pleasant sound of the sword's cry, and the sword stabbed out when he raised his hand.

    "Interesting! Since Brother Fang is interested in teaching me, I will accompany you. However, you can't miss such elegant things." With a light touch on his feet, Mu Qiu flew upside down, with a smile on his mouth, but his hands remained the same.  It doesn't stop, it doesn't mean to care about the size at all.

    The meaning of contempt is self-evident.

    Even Xiaoyaozi couldn't help flashing a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes at this moment, but he had to admit that the other party had the qualifications to be so arrogant.

    He is the descendant of the demon king himself, and his methods are far beyond the comparison of ordinary masters. At the same time, he suppresses square inches with the absolute strength of the earth. Even if he is so big, it is not an exaggeration.

    However, the square inch is also an odd number, and the result is extremely difficult to predict.  After all, Fang Cun didn't want to defeat the opponent at this time, but just forced the opponent to stop painting.

    "Zheng!"

    The sword is like a dragon and a snake, and as soon as it was struck, Fang Cun vaguely released a trace of sword intent, and the point where each sword fell was the most difficult time for the opponent to draw a pen.

    "It's kind of interesting!" Suppressed by the sword intent, Mu Qiu's footwork faltered slightly, then he raised his head and gave Fang Cun a light glance, "Comprehend the sword intent at the mysterious level, and seeing the rumors of your sword defeating the lower level is also true.  True."

    With a slight shake of the folding fan in his hand, he slammed it on the back of the square-inch sword, swinging the sword away, but the other hand didn't seem to stop at all, and kept painting and calligraphy.

    "Brother Mu is good at tricks, I can't say, my little brother is going to use his sword energy." Fang Cun said casually without any strangeness on his face, as if it was not a big deal to be treated with such contempt by the other party.

    The moment the voice fell, the sword in Fang Cun's hand suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, the sword energy was overwhelming and overwhelming.

    If it is an ordinary contest, such unscrupulous release of sword energy will inevitably reveal a huge flaw in oneself, and it will be easy for the opponent to take advantage of it.  Moreover, the power of such scattered sword energy is not strong, unless the opponent is weaker than himself, it is almost difficult to bring any effective lethality.

    However, it was different at this time, as long as Fangcun disrupted the opponent's rhythm with sword energy, it was enough.

    Frowning slightly, Mu Qiu's mouth showed a trace of coldness, and he said calmly, "Brother Fang made up his mind to stop me from painting, but unfortunately this attack is not enough!

    In one step, Mu Qiu's body instantly became nothingness, and his whole body was in a small range of rapid movement almost all the time. The speed was fast enough to pull out the afterimage.

    On the surface, it seemed as if three Mu Qius suddenly appeared, making it impossible to tell how to make a move. Even if the sword energy was all over the sky, the opponents could also easily avoid it.

    "Phantom Movement!" Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

    The phantom movement technique is the signature movement technique of Demon King Xu Yi, and it was precisely by virtue of this phantom movement technique that he was able to escape from the siege of many masters.

    Of course, Mu Qiu's phantom movement is far behind the demon king Xu Yi.

    If the demon king Xu Yi casts it himself, in an instant, hundreds of afterimages can be pulled out to make different actions, either attacking or defending, all of which are miraculous and incomprehensible.

    However, even so, there is already too much pressure on Fang Cun.

    In an instant, Fang Cun was completely at a disadvantage, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes. The whole person was attracted and turned around, like a clown being teased.

    "Brother Fang, you have to work harder, my beauty fan is almost finished." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mu Qiu even had time to tease Fang Cun.

    "It's half a ninety-ninety miles, I think you should be more careful, so as not to lose all your achievements." He drew his sword unhurriedly, Fang Cun didn't panic, and answered calmly.

    It is also the first time I have seen this phantom's movement method, and it is mysterious for a while.Don't try to see through it at all, but for Fang Cun, this is not a bad thing.

    Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent to dodge with phantom movement, carefully understand every change in it, not to mention that you can see through or imitate it, but you can also feel a little bit of beauty from it.  It has greatly improved its own body skills.

    The sword qi was ineffective, so Fang Cun simply gave up all the frills, wrapped the opponent in it with continuous sword intent, and constantly tested and analyzed the possible flaws in the phantom body technique.

    As time went by, the sword intent gradually unfolded, from the initial feeling of being played around with no sense of opposites, to gradually being able to bring a little pressure to Mu Qiu, and even the occasional stabbing sword, which could even force Mu Qiu.  Mu Qiu unfolded his folding fan to block.

    I don't know when, the contempt and disdain on Mu Qiu's face slowly dissipated, replaced by a faint fear.

    Although from the current point of view, Fang Cun still can't crack the phantom movement, but this terrifying speed of progress has shocked him very much.

    It's hard to imagine how the opponent can maintain such a calm mind in the battle, find flaws little by little, and gradually reverse the decline.

    You know, the other party is only a mysterious rank.

    For the first time, Mu Qiu felt a faint killing intent in Fang Cun, vaguely regarded as someone who might threaten his existence in the future.

    "I've heard the name of the Seven Killing Sword Code, why don't Brother Fang give it a try?" Mu Qiu suddenly asked with a subtle flash of light in his eyes.

    "As you wish!" With a trace of annoyance in his eyes, Fang Cun said in a deep voice, the long sword in his hand fell back at the same time, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly overflowed from Fang Cun's body.  Before he could make a move, there was an overwhelming pressure gushing out.

    At this moment, Mu Qiu's expression finally changed!

    Even though the sword hadn't been launched yet, the terrifying killing intent and sword intent in it had already given him a warning sign in his heart!

    This sword is enough to hurt him, even with his cultivation level, he is not sure that he can easily receive this sword, let alone distract himself from painting.

    With a light hook of the brush in his hand, the last stroke was suddenly made. Mu Qiu smiled and opened the beauty fan, "Sorry, Brother Fang, I seem to have finished the painting, just in time to learn from Brother Fang's clever tricks."

    Throwing away the pen casually, Mu Qiu shook the folding fan in his hand, and a wave of devilish energy suddenly gushed out from his body, and the aura rose rapidly.  The Mystery of the Sword Code!

    "Whoosh!"

    However, what caught Mu Qiu off guard was that the next moment, as soon as he threw out the pen, he spun around in the air and returned at an extremely fast speed.

    Almost subconsciously, Mu Qiu waved the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly blocked the pen. However, just this subconscious block suddenly made Mu Qiu secretly scream in his heart.  That's too late.

    The pen filled with ink landed on the fan like lightning. Although it couldn't penetrate the fan filled with spiritual power, the thick ink on the tip of the pen left a long ink mark on the fan in an instant. The originally lifelike beauty  Tu suddenly lost his charm.

    At the same time, the Seven Killing Sword Code that Fang Cun hadn't displayed yet dissipated at the same time, and the killing intent all over the sky disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

    With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Fang Cun lightly cupped his fists, "Accepted!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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