Fang Qing was carrying a long copper sword on his back. This sword, like the copper sword Fang Buhui gave him, was made by the Fang family's forge.
"Kill your people!"
Fang Qing stepped on the ground, his slender figure casting a long shadow in the sunlight.
The breath all over his body began to boil, and his heart beat faster. This was the first time that Fang Qing wanted to kill someone. Before, he had fought monsters in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains, but he had not fought with any monks yet. He was excited, excited, and willing to fight.
"Enemy attack!"
A sentry took out a bone horn from an unknown beast and blew it suddenly. The loud sound of the horn spread in all directions.
With one step forward, Fang Qing came to the outside of the hemlock guardrail. With one palm strike, boom, the powerful palm force directly destroyed the hemlock guardrail and opened a passage as high as one person.
This is the fallen leaf palm, which means the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. The palm is extremely powerful. With Fang Qing's terrifying power of tens of thousands of kilograms, the fallen leaf palm is almost invincible. What does a mere hemlock tree count?
Soon, four or five monks rushed out of Qingfeng Village. They were all bandits of Qingfeng Village. Each of them was holding weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds. Each of them held exactly one kind of weapon.
"Damn it, you guys have all the swords, guns, swords and halberds!"
Fang Qing looked at the four of them mockingly.
"Boy, who are you? You dare to come to our Qingfeng Village to provoke us. I think you are tired of living!"
A bandit holding a long knife shouted coldly.
"Take off your veil and let me see who is so bold."
Another bandit holding a spear spoke, the spear in his hand pointed at Fang Qing, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light.
"You don't deserve to know what I look like."
Fang Qing's breath began to surge, he took a step forward, raised his right palm instantly, and smacked the bandit holding a spear with one palm.
"How brave!"
The bandit holding the spear laughed angrily. The tip of the spear moved towards Fang Qing's palm, trying to pierce his palm alive.
Fang Qing had already seen his strength. He was at the seventh level of the Body Refining Realm. This kind of cultivation had long been ignored by him. He avoided the tip of the spear on one side of his body and struck the gun with his palm.
clang!
There was a sound of metal breaking, and the spear in the bandit's hand was broken on the spot. At the same time, an indescribable terrifying force was transmitted from the gun to the bandit's arm, directly breaking his arm.
puff!
The bandit who was in the seventh level of the Body Refining Realm immediately vomited blood, his internal organs were injured by the shock, and fell to the ground sluggishly, losing his fighting power.
The other three people were shocked. Although they couldn't see through Fang Qing's cultivation level, judging from his voice, he shouldn't be very old.
But this move was extremely shocking. His flesh palm shattered the metal spear, and the remaining force of the counterattack injured Hou Yun. This kind of strength was heart-stopping.
As soon as the enemy was defeated, Fallen Leaf Palm made its first achievement. With just one blow, the monk at the seventh level of the Body Refining Realm was seriously injured. Fang Youli, who was hiding in the dark, nodded, and then shook his head. Obviously, Fang Qing's palm still couldn't reach him. Require.
As soon as his footsteps moved, Fang Qing came to the remaining three people, and used the Falling Leaf Palm Technique again. The autumn wind was blowing, and he enveloped the three bandits with one palm. The power of the palm reached the extreme, and he wanted to kill three of them with one palm.
"Kill!" "Kill him!" "Kill!"
The three bandits were frightened, and they were killing Fang Qing crazily with the weapons in their hands. Just now, Fang Qing's palm completely shocked them, and now the god of death struck at the three of them again. The terrible murderous intention enveloped the three of them, and they all acted in unison. , the three of them took action together.
Watching the three weapons coming at him, Fang Qing's palm movements remained unchanged. He suddenly had the idea to use his physical palms to resist the three weapons and test the extent of his physical strength.
Fang Youli was secretly surprised. He didn't expect Fang Qing to be so crazy and dare to resist a metal weapon with his body. Isn't it too crazy?
When the three people on the opposite side saw Fang Qing refusing to dodge, they all laughed ferociously and slashed at Fang Qing fiercely.
clang! clang! clang!
There was a loud sound of metal collision, and Fang Qing's palm remained unchanged as it collided with the three major weapons.
boom! boom! boom!
The three bandits on the opposite side immediately flew backwards, vomiting blood, and the bones of their arms crackled, and an unknown number of joints were broken.
Withdrawing his palm, Fang Qing looked at the faint blood stains on his palm and fingers, with a smile on his face. His physical strength became even more terrifying. What a surprise.
Fang Youli secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his face became extremely weird, Fang Qing's physical body shocked him deeply, it was so strong that it was incredible.
"Little monster!"
Fang Youli took a deep breath, and his face was filled with surprise. He had never thought that Fang Qing's body could be tempered to this point.
After testing his physical strength, Fang Qing no longer hesitated, and struck out four consecutive palms with the Fallen Leaf Palm, each one killing one person without any mercy.
Just after he killed the four bandits, more than a dozen bandits finally emerged from Qingfeng Village. When they saw Fang Qing killing four people in a row, their eyes turned red, and they all ran towards Fang Qing with murderous intent.
"Well done!"
Fang Qing shouted loudly and used the Falling Leaf Palm Technique with all his strength. The palm wind roared and was extremely fierce. He fought with more than a dozen Body Refining Realm bandits, killing one with one palm. No bandit could compete with his one and a half moves.
Half a quarter of an hour later, only corpses were left on the battlefield, and the ground was dyed red with blood. Fang Qing stepped towards the depths of Qingfeng Village, and a long knife appeared in his hand, which he had seized from the bandits. .
Since he wanted to hone himself, in addition to the stone-breaking fist and falling leaf palm techniques, he also mastered the sky-cutting sword technique. This time he fought against many monks and gained a lot.
Although most of the opponent's martial arts were low-level martial arts, they could still give him some inspiration, and he gained a deeper understanding of the Falling Leaf Palm Technique.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
A middle-aged man with a beard finally rushed out, filled with murderous aura. Looking at the corpses on the ground, he became angry and slashed at Fang Qing with a knife. The long knife tore the air with astonishing power.
"Sixth level of Yanqi realm? Are you finally willing to come out?"
Fang Qing sneered and looked at the other person with disdain. This kind of person saw all his men being killed, and he didn't come out until now. He clearly just wanted to find out the details of Fang Qing, which is despising.
Seeing the big man's sword with all his strength, Fang Qing also faced it with a sword. He fully unfolded the air-cutting sword technique and fought with the opponent.
clang! clang! clang! clang!
The big man's cultivation level is not weak, his sword skills are also very exquisite, and his strength is not inferior to Fang Qing's. This makes Fang Qing's fighting spirit boil, and he slashes more than a dozen times with the long green iron sword in his hand.
At first, Fang Qing's air-cutting sword skills were a bit raw and could not compete with this middle-aged man. He could only keep parrying and had no room to fight back.
As time passed, his mind suddenly became clear, and his consciousness was released, completely covering the space between the two of them.
Having the power of consciousness to capture the big man's sword skills, Fang Qing responded with the Sky-Zhanking Sword Technique to resolve it. He gradually returned to the disadvantaged situation and made rapid progress in the Sky-Zhanking Sword Technique.
For a moment, sand and rocks were flying on the field, dust was flying, and the two figures were entangled together, and no one could do anything to the other.
"Shocking Sky Slash!"
Fang Qing shouted loudly, and used all his strength to perform the most powerful move of the Sky-Zhanking Sword Technique, Shocking the Sky. With the support of more than 10,000 kilograms of terrifying power, he forced the middle-aged man back with one strike.
The sword technique changed again, and another sword was quickly slashed out. The sword energy spread in all directions, and the sharp sword energy made the big man look frightened.
The middle-aged man was simply experienced in fighting. He rolled around to avoid Fang Qing's sword, and then retreated quickly. He didn't dare to fight anymore and started to run for his life.
However, how could Fang Qing, who was full of fighting spirit, let him escape? At this point in the fight, the essence of the big man's sword skills had been absorbed by him. Fang Qing no longer wanted to fight. He took one step and caught up with Zhong. A big old man.
The Zhankong Sword Technique was used at full strength, and the big man's left hand was cut off with one knife. The severe pain made the big man's body stagnate. Fang Qing slashed the big man's neck with a knife, and his head shot up into the sky, ending the battle.
In this battle, Fang Qing gained a lot. With his cultivation at the eighth level of the Body Refining Realm, he killed a big man at the sixth level of the Qi Yi Realm who also used a long sword.
He truly mastered the essence of the Zhankong Sword Technique. He sharpened his sword skills with sword techniques and learned from each other. The two martial arts collided and came up with a lot of inspiration.
"You're looking for death, how dare you kill the leader of my cottage!"
"kill him!"
Two loud shouts came from the depths of the village. Two powerful voices sounded almost at the same time. There was a sound of breaking through the air. Then, two powerful figures appeared in front of Fang Qing.
In Qingfeng Village, the cold mountain wind howled, blowing the dead leaves all over the ground. It was already late autumn and full of chilling atmosphere.
"Boy, who are you? What grudges do you have with Qingfeng Village?"
A middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, about forty years old, shouted angrily. He was holding a long sword with cold light in his hand, and his aura was calm, more powerful than the aura of the middle-aged man just now.
He looked at the masked Fang Qing, who did not take action immediately, with a face full of surprise, because he saw that Fang Qing was not old, definitely not more than twenty years old.
Such a young and powerful man must have a great background. He was worried about Fang Qing's background, fearing that if he angered the family behind Fang Qing, it would be the end of his Qingfeng Village.
"Brother, if you talk nonsense to him, just kill him."
Another middle-aged man in white had an evil look on his face. He was using his bare hands and no weapons. He was obviously using fists and palms. His hands had clear joints and were covered with calluses.
"Don't worry, second brother." The middle-aged man in green glanced at the man in white.
"Little brother, you and I have no grudges. If I, Qingfeng Village, have offended anything, Zhou Tong is here to apologize."
The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suppressed his anger and looked at Fang Qing, who was standing with his hands behind his hands and no panic in his eyes. The look of fear in his eyes became even stronger.
Looking at Zhou Tong who was furious but fearful of him across from him in surprise, Fang Qing was a little surprised. This Zhou Tian was so deep and scheming, yet he could endure this. He was not a simple person.
"There is no grudge, I just think you are displeased, so I'll just kill you!" Fang Qing said calmly.
"You... are so brave! Looking for death!"
The man in white clothes on the side couldn't bear it any longer. He moved his body, turned his right hand into a claw, and grabbed Fang Qing's neck with one claw at an extremely fast speed.
