Looking at the corpses on the ground, Fang BuTong's heart was bleeding.
A total of eighty people were dispatched for this operation. Among the eighty people, those with the lowest cultivation level are all in the fourth level of the sea realm, and those with the highest level are only one step away from reaching the eighth level. This small team can be said to be his The most elite fighting force under his command.
Although there are only 80 people, if they are placed on the battlefield where large armies are fighting, these 80 people will form a sharp knife squad. They can easily tear apart the enemy's formation by charging forward, and disrupt the enemy's deployment by attacking with surprise troops. It can even be the key to winning a battle.
Fang BuTong had thought that this operation would lose some troops, but he never expected that the entire army would be wiped out, and that nothing of value would be wiped out.
This huge loss in just one moment was hard for Fang BuTong to accept. While he was heartbroken, he was also secretly glad that he had broken through the shackles and entered the ninth heaven not long ago and achieved half-step to greatness. Otherwise, this heavy loss would inevitably shake his position as the core decision-maker of his own side, and it would even be very possible. Let him lose his say in major decisions for a period of time. But he is now a half-powerful person in the Nine Heavens. Except for the Xingchen Patriarch who is in charge of Jincheng, who dares to say anything less than him?
Fang BuTong's eyes fell on Wan Qiuqing, his expression uncertain. The failure of this plan was all because of this woman. Those damn idiots in the intelligence department actually overlooked the existence of a half-step powerful person, and even marked the words "ordinary woman" behind her identity information. It was really ridiculous.
The wound on his hand had solidified, and the half-step almighty body's self-healing ability was far beyond that of ordinary people, but the wound was still aching. To be precise, it wasn't the wound that was hurting, but his heart palpitating from the sword strike just now. He didn't understand why this uncontrolled slash was so powerful. They are both half-step powerful, so is the gap between him and Wan Qiuqing so huge? Not even able to defeat the sword move she left on her sword?
Fang BuTong didn't believe it, so he took action and targeted Qi Changkong.
Wan Qiuqing killed his people in front of his eyes, and he also wanted to kill Qi Changkong in front of Wan Qiuqing's eyes to prove that his combat power was not weaker than Wan Qiuqing's.
His speed is extremely fast, beyond the ability of the naked eye to capture.
call--
A strong wind rose from the ground and swept towards Wan Qiuqing and Qi Changkong. This wind is not an ordinary wind, even the space is twisted by it, and is on the verge of tearing apart. If you were caught by it, you would probably die or be disabled.
Fang BuTong's figure was hidden in the strong wind, making it even more difficult to catch.
Click——
There were no clouds in the sky and thunder fell from the sky.
Waves of thunder exploded above Wan Qiuqing and Qi Changkong, and silver arcs as thick as a baby's arm struck them head-on.
At the same time, on the dry and cracked ground, among the withered reed roots, green shoots burst out of the ground, exuding vitality and quickly pulling out branches. However, there is always an unsettling danger emanating from the abundant vitality.
Wan Qiuqing held the three-foot blue-and-white sword in his hand. He stood there with a calm expression and did not move. It was not until the strong wind blew up, the sky thunder reached the top, and the green fragrance was fragrant that he waved the three-foot blue and white sword.
With a slash of the sword, the wind stopped.
The two swords were slashed out, and the thunder was destroyed.
Three swords were slashed out, and the green withered.
Immediately, he turned around and kicked to the right back. With a loud bang, Fang BuTong's body flew backwards like a falling meteorite from the center of Fang BuTong's chest.
"It's all bells and whistles!" Wan Qiuqing snorted coldly, and floated out. The next moment, he appeared behind Fang BuTong, with the blue and white sword thrust out, without any light or brilliance, and unremarkable.
But Fang BuTong's hair suddenly exploded all over his body, as if he had been stung by a scorpion. He screamed and dodged. At the same time, he slapped his hand on his waist, and with a swipe, a silver soft sword was drawn in his hand, blocking with dazzling light. Wan Qiuqing's blue and white sword.
Crack!
The two swords clashed together, making a sharp impact that was heart-breaking. A roar of sword energy erupted from the place where the two swords collided, rushing in all directions like strong winds and waves. The reeds on the ground instantly turned into powder. Even the ground turned into dust.
"Do it!" Qi Changkong looked at the roaring sword energy, his face turned green with fright, he yelled and ran away. This was the power of two half-step powers colliding. He was only at the fifth level of heaven. , the distance is so close, how dare you resist these raging sword energy.
But before Qi Changkong took two steps, he suddenly turned in one direction, grabbed a corpse on the ground and threw it in one direction, then ran to another corpse, picked it up and threw it in the same direction, and then ran to another corpse.
At this moment, Qi Changkong used all his strength and burst out with the fastest speed in his life. He picked up the corpses scattered on the ground and threw them to one place. Then he resolutely stood in front of the corpses, swung his sword and slashed towards The raging sword energy.
Puff puff--
Blood mist exploded all over Qi Changkong's body, and the raging sword energy cut deep wounds on his body. Fortunately, he blocked the sword energy coming towards his vital parts with his sword, otherwise his life or death would be unpredictable.
"Ahem -" Qi Changkong leaned on the ground with his long sword, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing violently in his mouth, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. He turned around and said with a sad smile: "We are all good brothers who share life and death. I can't let you die together." There are no whole bodies.”
Wan Qiuqing squinted at Qi Changkong from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth. He smiled secretly in his heart and said, "You brat, I'll teach you a lesson so that you won't forget to beat me."
laugh--
A bloody gash opened on Fang Tong's heart. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise Wan Qiuqing's sword would have pierced his heart.
Click!
While Fang BuTong dodged the sword, the silver soft sword in his hand was also not idle. The sword bent and stabbed Wan Qiuqing's throat like a poisonous snake, carrying the power of thunder and lightning.
Wan Qiuqing was unable to return the sword in time, but she did not panic. She stretched out the two index fingers of her left hand, and with a crisp sound, she caught the tip of the silver soft sword that was thrust towards her, wrapping her fingers with light yellow. As soon as the light, the power of thunder and lightning carried on the soft sword touched the pale yellow light wrapped around her fingers, strangely enough, it was extinguished instantly like fire meeting water.
boom!
Fang BuTong was whipped out by Wan Qiuqing again, and there was only a cracking sound coming from his ribs, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.
"Why?!" Fang BuTong shouted angrily as soon as he stabilized his body, "Why can your earth power break my thunder and lightning power?!"
Just now, Wan Qiuqing's three swords broke through his three-domain attack of wind, thunder, and wood. He didn't think about it. He could only guess that Wan Qiuqing's three swords seemed ordinary, but in fact they contained powerful secrets of swordsmanship. But this time he felt it really clearly. Wan Qiuqing broke through his thunder and lightning power with just a little bit of earth power.
You must know that the destructive power of thunder and lightning and even the power of Yang Zhi is stronger than the power of all other elements, so how could it be broken by a little power of earth? Could it be that the power of thunder and lightning he perceived was fake?
"Because you are too weak." Wan Qiuqing sneered. Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Fang BuTong and thrust out the blue and white sword, which was still unremarkable.
In fact, every sword strike by Wan Qiuqing was ordinary in Fang BuTong's eyes. It was just that the angle was a bit tricky and the speed was a bit faster. It was purely based on the power of the sword's moves and did not have the power that a half-step might have. But what puzzled Fang BuTong was that for some reason, every time Wan Qiuqing struck with an ordinary sword, his combat instinct told him that this sword was extremely dangerous.
Combat intuition was honed through life and death battles, so although Fang BuTong was puzzled, he did not dare to doubt his combat intuition and could only dodge in panic.
"Am I weak? Haha, I entered the Nine Heavens at the age of thirty-five and achieved half-step to greatness. Am I weak?!" Fang BuTong heard Wan Qiuqing say he was weak and couldn't help laughing angrily while dodging Wan Qiuqing's blow. The sword moved, and his counterattack with the power of thunder and lightning was once again silenced by Wan Qiuqing.
"You only entered the Nine Heavens at the age of thirty-five. Thanks to you for having the nerve to say it, I already became a master of half-step sword slashing at the age of thirty. So in my eyes, you are simply too weak." Wan Qiuqing said, Sanqing Sword He slashed back with a hiss, leaving a bloody hole on Fang BuTong's left shoulder that was as deep as the bone.
"You fart!" Fang BuTong jumped back, distanced himself from Wan Qiuqing, and cursed loudly at the same time: "When you were thirty years old, you went everywhere to learn embroidery from others. How did you get the skill to slay with half a step?"
"——" Wan Qiuqing couldn't help rolling his eyes and said: "It's not easy to find out so clearly. But it doesn't change the fact that you are weak. Look, you were beaten like a grandson by me. .”
"I'm not weak!" Fang BuTong shouted hysterically with veins popping out on his forehead. He tried his best to deny that he was weak, but his roar seemed weak because, as Wan Qiuqing said, he was beaten as hard as his grandson, and even more so now. He was so unbearable that he didn't dare to let Wan Qiuqing get close to him.
"For a half-step expert like you, I can hit ten with one hand. You are too weak. Find a place where no one is and hide anonymously. Don't embarrass a real half-step expert." Wan Qiuqing Realizing that Fang BuTong seemed to be very disgusted by others calling him weak, she decided to use her venomous words to see if she could drive this guy crazy.
