Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 122: Unthinking Knife
Outside Cangren City, smoke and dust filled the sky, and an enlarged version of a strong-suited young man stepped out of the smoke and dust.

Ruddy skin, bloodshot eyes, a face full of evil but still handsome.

Although the body will expand in a short period of time, the clothes can be changed at will so the clothes will not burst.

"This guy is Fang Can!"

"It really has the style of a rising dragon. This piece is really well-trained."

"And those bulging muscles must be filled with explosive power!"

……

With the appearance of Fang Can, the surrounding warriors and passers-by began to talk about it.

Compared to the original 1.8-meter body, this body that has grown to 2.2 meters is more in line with the aesthetic tastes of these warriors.

After all, you still have to abide by the basic laws before you can reach the heavens. Basically, the stronger you are, the better you can fight.

If your height can reach three meters, then there is no doubt that you are a peerless master in the realm of shedding the mortal body, the kind of person who can directly suppress those at the third level with a first level.

Looking at the high-spirited young man in front of him, Fu Yuxiang, ranked 257, frowned and felt a little angry.

"You must be Fang Can, the one who caused Wan Chenyu to lose narrowly. I believe your power will be able to please me." Fu Yuxiang said in a firm tone.

The news had spread on his way here as early as when he came here that Fang Can from the Shenglong Ranking had defeated Wan Chenyu. That's why he was interested in coming over to fight, otherwise it would be boring to just bully a weakling.

"Let's start quickly. I'm in a hurry!" Fang Can said briefly, then looked to the other side and said, "Does the guy over there want to join us?"

His words were ignored and Fu Yuxiang remained unmoved.

Because the moment his right hand touched the long sword at his waist, all his emotions were restrained.

It's like a spring that has been compressed to the extreme, just to bloom in an instant.

Fu Yuxiang tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, his face expressionless as he said, "Be careful, Fang Can."

"My knife will look very handsome."

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling blade light flashed in everyone's eyes at the same time.

That was the sword technique that Fu Yuxiang created while sitting cross-legged on the reef and feeling the ebb and flow of the tide, the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, it's called Tianxiang Jingtaozhan!
This sword is not only the pinnacle of worldly martial arts, but also incorporates his state of mind.

Fu Yuxiang was not from a wealthy family, and his family did not have sufficient martial arts foundation for him to practice.

It was precisely because of the limitations of the clan's skills that when he transformed his mortal body, he could only cultivate to the eighth level of the Mysterious Gate.

As for practice, apart from the basic instructions, everything else was something he understood on his own.

Compared to Wan Chenyu's clan's method of consolidating his mind, Fu Yuxiang, who had no one to guide him, chose to completely integrate his own mind into his swordsmanship.

The cost of this knife is also astonishing.

Even with his current state of the eighth level of Xuanguan, he can only swing it three times at his peak.

But it doesn't matter, that's enough.

After all, for a small family like him, how could he have the chips to meet the children of the rich and powerful families at the same gambling table without fighting hard?

If you don't work hard, you don't even have the qualification to sit at the table.

So, just attack and don't defend, and try your best.

After three strikes of the sword, the mind is exhausted and one will be at the mercy of others.

Either you die or I die.

In the face of the self-sacrificing sword swing, no matter how strong Wan Chenyu's heart is, he will be torn into a gap by this move.

This is why he ranks higher than Wan Chenyu.

Because the Hidden Dragon List is a comparison of the fighting power between individuals after ignoring the influence of the Road to Heaven.

Perhaps facing the siege of many people, Wan Chenyu, who has been practicing body cultivation since childhood, can hold on longer.

But in the view of Tianji Tower, if they fight alone, without sacrificial weapons and only using ordinary weapons, Wan Chenyu will definitely be the one who dies in the end.

And he died three times.

Because when Tianxiang Jingtao slashed down, Fu Yuxiang at this moment killed Wan Chenyu with one sword. It was like a chef who could make glowing dishes after incorporating his mind.

The artistic conception contained in this knife is like a tsunami.

Human beings are insignificant in front of nature.

Although it was only one strike, everyone felt as if they were going against heaven and earth, with a terrifying tsunami dozens of feet high approaching them.

By the time everyone reacted, the knife had already been chopped down.

But it was not until this moment that the fear, dread and terror in everyone's mind began to surge into their hearts like a tide.

These people all clearly realized that if they faced this knife, they would die.

"Your knife is quite interesting."

A cold voice was heard, awakening everyone from the shadow of death.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw Fang Can's hand tightly gripping the handle of the knife, with a look of deep surprise in his eyes.

Looking at Fang Can's calm and composed actions, the most shocked people were not 257 himself, but his followers.

"How is it possible that you can catch a serious blow from a god with your bare hands!"

Or rather, it was not just shock, but also a hint of fear, the fear of the defeat of God.

Because everyone was immersed in the knife that almost burned their hearts, no one saw when Fang Can attacked or how he resisted.

The warriors on both sides behind him subconsciously touched their lapels.

Fu Yuxiang's knife stirred up a strong wind that condensed into a line and actually cut through their clothes from a distance of ten meters.

Red marks appeared on the skin of these people, and they seemed to be almost cut off from the air.

"It has a sense of meaning, but other than that it's a mess."

As he spoke, Fang Can let go and watched Fu Yuxiang's body retreat a few steps like a frightened bird.

There was a look of vigilance in his eyes. Since he became famous, no opponent he had ever encountered could block his sword as easily as Fang Can.

"This strike is too powerful. Apart from bullying weak opponents, it's simply a joke when facing an opponent of the same level."

Fang Can said as his body began to return to normal little by little: "It seems that I overestimated you. You are really not worthy of my full effort."

As he spoke, Fang Can's eyes moved downward, and a message flashed on the bone-white panel in front of him.

Description column:
Already realized "Unknown Sword Intention"

The sword intent was successfully integrated into the host's mind.

……

"That's not how you use a knife."

"Even if you only focus on imagery, you're not extreme enough. Seeing that you have a good attitude, I'll teach you."

As Fang Can spoke, he spread his hands and raised them slightly, his eyes already locked on 257's body from afar.

"It's coming, is it a palm technique..."

Looking at Fang Can's raised white hand, Fu Yuxiang's alertness suddenly increased, and then a sense of living towards death rose from the bottom of his heart.

"I still have two swords, let's fight."

Fu Yuxiang's eyes flashed with determination: "If I can survive this blow, then no matter if my internal organs explode or my brain bursts, as long as I can still swing the knife, I still have a chance."

"Since you think I'm not extreme enough, I'll fight with my life again..."

The next moment, Fu Yuxiang stood there in a daze, because he saw a knife in his eyes.

Not only him, but everyone present saw a long black sword with a cold and deadly look appear before their eyes.

That was Fang Can's sword intent, the sword intent wielded by his palm.

(End of this chapter)