Chapter 261 Shocked

Fang Zhixing hurriedly asked: "May I ask, Chief Si, swords have no eyes, will today's competition stop at the limit?"

"Of course not."

Ji Xiangjun shook his head directly, "I heard that your demon form is extremely bloodthirsty, and the more people you kill, the stronger you become, so you can do whatever you want, just kill and don't bury."

Fang Zhixing understood everything, and his expression was slightly complicated.

Just to test his background, Ji Xiangjun had the ten major sects gather here and fight in public.

This is the authority of the superior!

People at the bottom have no choice but to let themselves be manipulated by them.

Fan Zhenglun, who was standing by, had a worried look on his face. He couldn't help but whispered, "Try to be more restrained. If you can avoid killing, try not to kill. There's no need to make enemies with others over this matter."

"clear."

Fang Zhixing nodded. As long as the enemy did not show any murderous intention, he would not kill people indiscriminately.

certainly!

If Ji Xiangjun manipulated things behind the scenes and forced the masters of the eight sects to kill him, then he would be left with no choice.

Time flies.

Before I knew it, it was almost noon.

Fan Zhenglun brought Fang Zhixing to the martial arts arena.

In an instant, countless eyes on the viewing platform were cast at the same time, all falling on Fang Zhixing.

A buzz of discussion immediately arose, like rain hitting banana leaves, endless.

"Look, he is the Fang Zhixing, right?"

“So young!”

"Is it true that he killed You Buchou and Gong Xixiong?"

"Humph, that's just how it is. I thought he had three heads and six arms. I really don't know how Gong Xixiong died in his hands."

"My goodness, this guy is too arrogant. He actually tried to challenge the other eight sects by himself. Does he really think they are vegetarians?"

"He killed You Buchou and Gong Xixiong one after another. I guess he has become arrogant and feels that there are no heroes in the world."

…

Amid the uproar, Fan Zhenglun stepped out and pressed his hand.

The viewing platform quickly became quiet.

"Welcome everyone..."

Fan Zhenglun first said a lot of polite words, and then introduced the distinguished guests by name.

Ji Xiangjun has the most honorable status, needless to say.

The people from the Luo family were Luo Keji and Dong Minzhu.

The person from the Lu family was Lu Xuanxi.

A young lady came to the Rong family, and a young man came to the Fei family.

After that, it was the leader of Feihuang Sect, Guan Zhaohua, and the leader of Yunshui Sect, Zhongli Wanfeng...

Today, many dignitaries, celebrities and heroes have come here one after another. The scene is so luxurious and grand that it is beyond imagination.

Fan Zhenglun finished the introduction in one breath, and then announced: "It's getting late, please invite guest Fang Zhixing to come on stage."

Fang Zhixing flashed and appeared in the middle of the martial arts arena.

Fan Zhenglun said with a smile: "Everyone, Fang Keqing is meeting friends through martial arts today. Anyone can challenge him. It's a matter of life and death. Of course, I advise those below the Ninth Bull Realm not to join in the fun."

As soon as the words fell! On the viewing platform, a figure suddenly flew up and landed in front of Fang Zhixing with a chic move.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the other person, a middle-aged man with a big beard, a burly figure, and bare chest.

This man had a hideous scar on his neck and shoulder.

The middle-aged man coughed dryly, raised his chin, looked very proud, cupped his hands, and said in a loud voice: "I am Yin Chugong from Zheyanmen."

Fang Zhixing was stunned at first, then he realized that this person was not from the eight major sects.

The Zheyan Sect seems to be a second-rate sect with shallow foundation and is not qualified to be among the top ten sects.

But it was obvious that Yin Chugong couldn't wait to show his face, perhaps in order to become famous.

Fang Zhixing didn't care what he wanted to do. Since the other person had the courage to go on stage, he could only fight back.

"please!"

Fang Zhixing didn't say any more nonsense, and his burly body suddenly swelled up.

Seeing this, Yin Chugong did not dare to be careless. He took a deep breath and his whole body expanded rapidly.

His back squirmed and his shoulder blades bulged high, extending towards the sky.

A moment later, Yin Chugong's body grew to over three meters tall, not particularly huge.

However, it has a pair of feathered fleshy wings on its back that are over five meters long and unusually large.

The edge of the flesh wing was as sharp as a sword, shining with the cold light of metal.

Puff~ Yin Chugong flapped his wings quickly, took off into the sky.

The martial arts arena is open-air and has no dome.

Yin Chugong could fly freely. He circled excitedly and flew over the heads of the people in the viewing platform, causing everyone to cheer and shout.

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect that his first opponent could fly.

I still remember the hunchbacked ghost swordsman Xin Zhanhong, who met a flying bat girl and was unable to do anything to her, and was so depressed.

"Is this guy here to embarrass me?"

Fang Zhixing sneered, his body suddenly grew to ten meters tall, and ten bloody tentacles rose behind him.

Each blood-colored tentacle was twelve meters long and as thick as a giant python. It danced gently, causing the air to distort and deform.

The pressure emanating from Fang Zhixing's demon form was incomparable and made people tremble with fear.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked at it with awe.

Yin Chugong stopped suddenly and hung in the air above Fang Zhixing's head.

He stared at the ten bloody tentacles with wide eyes, his brows twisted into a knot, and the feathers on his feathery face became messy.

"Strike first and take my 'Swallow Return'!"

Yin Chugong plunged down and swooped down towards Fang Zhixing. His two flesh wings were like swords, cutting through the air and drawing two sword fans that were visible to the naked eye.

"cut!"

Yin Chugong did not hold back at all, and the sword energy burst out in a mighty and overwhelming manner, covering the entire sky and earth.

Fang Zhixing looked at him with contempt, having already seen through Yin Chugong's true colors: he was just a middle-stage Nine Oxen Realm cultivator.

He raised a bloody tentacle and swung it violently towards the void. With a bang, the air suddenly became chaotic, like a bolt of lightning.

The terrifying killing power of Tianluo gushed out, stirring the air, condensing into a hurricane, rushing straight into the sky, like turning the river and the sea upside down.

The sword energy on the fan collapsed instantly.

The hurricane was unstoppable and hit the birdman Yin Chugong head-on.

“Ah, this!”

Yin Chugong was horrified and turned his head sharply, trying to escape the hurricane.

Unfortunately, the hurricane was too fast, too fierce, and too strong!

He was completely swept and swallowed by the hurricane.

In the blink of an eye, his two flesh wings were torn apart, and his whole body burst open.

Boom~ Blood rain fell from the sky, fluttering and dyeing the ground red.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Fang Zhixing stood in the rain of blood without even moving a step.

The whole audience fell silent.

You can hear a pin drop!

Then, a huge uproar broke out! "Damn it, it's a one-shot kill!"

"Yin Chugong is quite strong, right? How come he was so vulnerable?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Fang Zhixing is too strong, his reputation is well-deserved, no wonder Gong Xixiong was defeated by him!"

"This kid is amazing, he's really amazing!"

…

The viewing stands were boiling with excitement, and the shocking emotions ignited everyone.

"Yeah, not bad."

Ji Xiangjun sat leisurely in the stands. She showed a look of satisfaction with the result of the first competition.

"snort……"

Luo Keji narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression was a little stiff.

Dong Minzhu's breath stagnated as she exclaimed, "Is this person really Fang Zhixing? How did he become so strong in just ten years?"

Lu Xuanxi widened his eyes, frowned, and his face was full of disbelief.

The last time he saw Fang Zhixing, he could only transform into a monster with six blood-colored tentacles.

It's only been a few days and the number has increased from six to ten!

"Did he hide his strength, or did he make a breakthrough recently?"

Lu Xuanxi licked his tongue and exclaimed in amazement.

“Hahaha~”

Fan Zhenglun was overjoyed and announced loudly: "Yin Chugong was defeated, Fang Zhixing won! Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

Seeing Fang Zhixing so powerful, killing Yin Chugong in one strike, how could anyone dare to step forward? From this moment on, this stage no longer belonged to them, the rubbish.

People from smaller sects can go and have fun on their own; only the masters from the top ten sects are qualified to compete with Fang Zhixing.

At this moment, the Feihuang Sect, Yunshui Sect and other sects looked at each other and showed their humility.

As a result, the Mo Jian Sect took the lead and a black-clad swordsman stepped out.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a tall build and sharp features.

He tiptoed and landed on the martial arts stage, and introduced himself directly: "Mo Jian Sect, Duan Shiye."

As soon as this name was announced, the viewing stands became boiling again and burst into warm cheers.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look and saw that Duan Shiye had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with slanting eyebrows that fell into his temples and an unrestrained temperament, which met everyone's imagination of a swordsman.

Fan Zhenglun had mentioned this person before, saying that Duan Shiye was a kendo genius who became famous at a young age. He had superb swordsmanship and had challenged all kinds of masters without ever being defeated.

However, ever since he entered the Jiuniu Realm, for some reason, he suddenly became low-key and rarely displayed his sword power in front of others.

Some rumors say that he was trapped in love, but others say that he was defeated by another swordsman and had a demon in his heart, which caused him to lie dormant.

Duan Shiye put his left hand behind his back, with his right arm stretched out, holding a dark green bamboo sword.

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but take another look at the dark green bamboo sword. It had a peculiar shape and at first glance, it looked like a brush.

Duan Shiye had a blank expression on his face, with a hint of arrogance between his brows.

He said calmly, "Mr. Fang, do you mind if I use a level 4 sword to spar with you?"

Fang Zhixing smiled and said, "The guest should follow the host's wishes. Could you please introduce your sword to me so that I can broaden my horizons?"

Duan Shiye said bluntly: "This sword is called 'Liu Mo'."

Be frugal with words and don't say another word.

Fang Zhixing felt lonely after hearing this and chuckled, "Okay, then I will dare to test the sharpness of the Liumo Sword."

"please!"

Duan Shiye pointed his toes and flew into the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking like an otherworldly being.

There was a loud clanging sound and the Liumo Sword was unsheathed.

All of a sudden, it seemed as if a large amount of ink gushed out from the scabbard.

Duan Shiye held the hilt of the sword, but could not see the blade.

The sword body was like a ball of flying ink, extremely magical.

Fang Zhixing's pupils shrank. He had never seen such a strange demon form.

The next second, Duan Shiye raised the hilt of the sword high, and all the ink flew to the top of his head, condensing into a thirty-meter-long black sword.

"Slash with ink!"

Duan Shiye swung his brush and chopped down, and a huge black sword fell down.

Fang Zhixing swung his bloody tentacles violently, causing a violent shock.

Bang! The violent air rushed out and met the black sword.

The next moment, the black sword collapsed and dispersed, turning into drops of ink, passing through the hurricane and pouring down.

Fang Zhixing's eyes widened slightly as he discovered that the ink drops changed rapidly and once again turned into long swords, about one meter long. There were thirty-six of them, falling from the sky, unstoppable.

"Ink..."

Fang Zhixing seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly, the ten bloody tentacles vibrated together.

"Explosive Skill: Ten-Direction Explosive Kill!"

This is a new skill that is awakened after the Tianluo Blood Transformation Technique is upgraded to the fourth level of Demon Transformation.

[Ten-Direction Explosive Killing: Any target within the extended range of the tentacles will be subjected to a 360-degree, all-angle, devastating attack.]

At this moment, the air above Fang Zhixing's head shook violently, creating endless ripples.

Thirty-six swords were stretched, compressed, twisted, and exploded one by one! The terrifying explosive force swept across the sky, carrying all the ink and rolling back.

If the ink spilled by Duan Shiye wanted to fall on Fang Zhixing's drawing paper.

Well, he underestimated it.

Fang Zhixing's pan is a non-stick pan, and he even splashed the ink in the pan back into it.

(End of this chapter)