The Big Missing Sword actually wants to eat the Perfect Sword?

Yang Zhen looked at the perfect sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand with a strange expression. It was indeed a good sword that could cut through iron like mud. And just as Fang Zhongjian said, this sword should not be an ordinary holy weapon. Even if it still belonged to the category of holy weapons, it should be the best among them.

Seeing a strange aura enveloping Tie Fu Zi, Tie Fu Zi's expression suddenly froze, and as he waved his hands, a series of overwhelming inscriptions of talent suddenly swept across the entire teahouse, transforming into a long sword in mid-air and blasting towards the perfect sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand.

Boom! A loud noise that shook the world was heard, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

The Wuque Sword is worthy of being a holy weapon. In the hands of Fang Zhongjian, who is in the early stage of Mahayana, it can actually compete with Tie Fuzi, who is at the peak of Mahayana, and it seems that he is able to do it with ease.

It was obvious that Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei, relying on the flawless swords in their hands, came here without fear.

However, everyone still underestimated Tie Fu Zi. Just when everyone saw that the Wuque Sword was about to destroy the countless talent inscriptions, Tie Fu Zi suddenly snorted coldly, and waved his hand casually. A violent wave of talent rose up like a dragon turning over a river, carrying terrifying power and blasting towards Fang Zhongjian.

Fang Zhongjian's face changed drastically, and the sword in his hand shone brighter, but he didn't dare to retreat at will. He had no choice but to say to Lu Tianwei: "Brother Lu!"

Lu Tianwei chuckled and said, "Brother Fang, don't worry. I just told you that you can do whatever you want!"

Just as he finished speaking, Lu Tianwei suddenly had a weapon in his hand that was neither a sword nor a knife. A terrifying wave of air was released and rushed towards the talented dragon in the air.

"Assholes, two against one, I'm going to fight you!"

Luo Luo suddenly jumped up, and as endless waves of air burst out in mid-air, her body was as fast as lightning, and she rushed towards Lu Tianwei.

"Luoluo!"

Tie Fuzi's face changed and he waved his hands hurriedly. A series of terrifying talent inscriptions surrounded Lu Tianwei and Fang Zhongjian like waves.

The terrifying air wave was as violent as a dragon, roaring and shaking the sky. The surrounding tables and chairs all exploded into powder. For a moment, dust filled the sky. Amid the rolling air wave, a small figure suddenly had a flash of lightning in his hand and rushed towards Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei.

Although Luo Luo is young, he is a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage after all. A wave of energy burst out from his hand, and the faces of Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei also changed.

But the two of them did not retreat. Instead, they smiled at each other, with a hint of amusement in their eyes.

A strange-looking True Essence Cannon appeared in Fang Zhongjian's hand. He laughed and said, "Old man, your grandson's life is the price you pay for your stubbornness!"

Buzz! A devastating wave of energy came from the True Essence Cannon, and everyone's faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

In just a moment, the true energy cannon in Fang Zhongjian's hand gathered the true energy of heaven and earth that terrified everyone present. Even Tie Fuzi's face changed wildly. He roared and slammed his hands heavily on the ground.

Boom! Waves of surging air came from the ground, and countless waves of earth rushed towards Fang Zhongjian, but it was already useless.

Fang Zhongjian sneered and leaped into the air. The true essence of heaven and earth condensed at the muzzle of the true essence cannon disappeared at the muzzle with a hum. The next moment, the true essence cannon exploded.

All this happened in a flash. Tie Fu Zi's reaction was extremely fast, but could it be faster than the Zhen Yuan Cannon?

Luo Luo's remaining strength was not yet exhausted, and she was completely exposed to Fang Zhongjian's true energy cannon. When she looked up in horror, she met Fang Zhongjian's ferocious expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Silence, deathly silence.

Inside the entire teahouse, there was no other sound except for Tie Fuzi's roars and madly rushing towards Luo Luo.

Fang Zhongjian laughed loudly, the expression on his face was almost hysterical. The Zhenyuan Cannon in his hand, no, it should be called the Italian Cannon, emitted a small ray of light with a puff sound, like a not-so-loud fart, it didn't even come out a foot before disappearing without a trace.

Snap!

Fang Zhongjian fell to the ground, looking at the muzzle of the Zhenyuan Cannon in confusion. There was no trace of Zhenyuan fluctuation at all. He turned around and looked at Lu Tianwei.

"This...what's going on? It's not working?"

The confusion on Lu Tianwei's face was no less than Fang Zhongjian's, even more intense. He came in front of Fang Zhongjian and said hesitantly, "It shouldn't be!"

"Shouldn't it?" Fang Zhongjian's face turned blue with anger. He stared at Lu Tianwei and said, "Lu Tianwei, is this the Italian cannon you mentioned that can destroy all those black puppets with one shot?"

"What?" Luo Luo narrowly escaped death, and was shocked when she heard the name of the Italian Cannon. When she faced death, her face did not change at all, but now after hearing the name of the Italian Cannon, her face turned pale, and she whispered: "How come Yang Zhen's Italian Cannon is in your hands?"

Fang Zhongjian angrily threw the farting Italian cannon in his hand back to Lu Tianwei and said in a cold voice: "Lu Tianwei, you have been deceived by Yang Zhen, how can this kind of thing explode with the power you said, it's ridiculous!"

Tie Fuzi came to Luo Luo and stared at Fang Zhongjian with anger. He didn't look meticulous at all and looked like he wanted to tear Fang Zhongjian into pieces.

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Fang Zhongjian stared at Tie Fuzi with a stern expression and said in a cold voice: "Tie Fuzi, what happened today was just an accident. Don't think that I can't do anything to you two. Even without the Italian cannon, it would be easy for me to kill you."

"You can come and try!" Tie Fuzi's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He squinted at Fang Zhongjian and stretched out his hand to pull Luo Luo behind him.

In the teahouse, a group of monks looked at the strange scene in front of them in confusion. An Italian cannon that condensed such violent true energy of heaven and earth, in the end, just released a fart?

Seeing the awkward expression on Fang Zhongjian's face, everyone wanted to laugh but felt too embarrassed to do so, so they all held back their laughter and made puffing sounds. Even Lu Tianwei's face was filled with gloom.

"Impossible. I have used the Italian Cannon myself, and the power it exerted was comparable to a blow from the peak of the Mahayana stage. How could it suddenly become unusable?"

"Hmph, Yang Zhen's stuff, can it be trusted?" Fang Zhongjian's sword suddenly emitted bursts of green light, and he said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, kill these two people quickly, we still have to rush to Tianxue Holy Land to meet up with Junior Brother Li."

Lu Tianwei took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "No, there must be something fishy here. Brother Fang, please step back and let me try the power of the Italian cannon again."

Having said that, before Fang Zhongjian could speak, Lu Tianwei raised the Italian cannon again.

Tie Fuzi stared at Lu Tianwei with disdain, but Luo Luo's face changed drastically and she hurriedly pulled Tie Fuzi to dodge.

"I say... brother, you guys are showing off my invention in front of me like this, and you even beat up my little fangirl. Isn't that a bit too much?"

Yang Zhen stood up slowly, but his eyes were fixed on the perfect sword in Fang Zhongjian's hand.

Feeling the information coming from the Daque Sword, Yang Zhen suddenly had an idea. He wondered what interesting things would happen if he melted the Wuque Sword into the Daque Sword?

"Who?" Lu Tianwei's face suddenly became frightened. He stared at Yang Zhen who was wearing a bamboo hat. He was obviously startled by the familiar voice.

(End of this chapter)