Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 123 Rumors and the Princess

Shock, fear...

A pitch-black sword carrying an ultimate aura of death!

It is an indescribable horror. No matter how brave you claim to be, your body will honestly tremble under this knife.

Compared to Fu Yuxiang's previous extremely fast and extremely bright sword light.

Fang Can's swinging of the pitch-black sword didn't seem very fast, or maybe it took a long time?
Everyone could feel the knife light approaching them.

But it was precisely because of this slow knife that everyone was so frightened.

Because you can clearly feel that your body cannot move, as if you are waiting for the black knife to finish its words.

Compared to the fear of escaping death, the fear of being cut by a blunt knife is even greater.

In the hands of this knife that was infused with the mind, everyone felt their necks first feel a slight chill, and then their skin was torn apart, their trachea was removed, and their necks were broken.

Death has never been so clear. Although there is no pain, it is not pleasant to witness your own death.

"Hoo~ Huh- ...

When Fu Yuxiang came to his senses, he had already fallen to his knees, breathing in fresh air desperately, recalling the scene with fear.

When Fang Can waved his palm, he also realized that this was a purely mental attack.

Only a mind warrior can fight against a mind warrior!
Therefore, he subconsciously used his mind to fight back, but was horrified to see that his mind was burning rapidly like the fuse of a firecracker.

In a flash, as the defender, he could only watch his mind being torn apart easily by the palm swing.
"How many times stronger is this guy's mind than that of an ordinary warrior?"

Fu Yuxiang looked at Fang Can with disbelief. His sea of consciousness was already so exhausted from the exhaustion of his heart that it was aching constantly.

"If Fang Can had used a real knife just now, I would have been dead." Fu Yuxiang thought to himself.

At this moment, behind him, a group of people knelt down without distinguishing between friend and foe.

As the sword was swung in a concentrated line, the extra mental images passed through Fu Yuxiang and attacked the countless warriors behind him.

These people began to gasp and subconsciously touched their necks to make sure their heads were still there.

The feeling of death was too real, and the fear continued to spread like a tide.

"How do you feel about your moves?" Fang Can asked with a smile.

"My move?" Fu Yuxiang was shocked. "You said that the strike just now was my Tian Xiang Jing Tao Zhan?"

"So this move is called Tian Xiang Jing Tao Zhan, the name is quite meaningful." Fang Can nodded: "Crazy consumption in exchange for extreme attack, very thoughtful."

And as Fang Can spoke, Fu Yuxiang finally reacted.

Yes, whether it is the rapidly burning heart or the ultimate sword intent, they are all the same as his moves.

The only difference is the way of expression, and this guy's mental state is so huge that one slash can directly clear his mind.

But after understanding it, he found it a little hard to accept.

The skills that I had learned by sitting by the sea every day were now seen through by the other party at a glance. The difference in talent between them was so great that it was unacceptable.

"Your name is Fang Can, right? I'll remember that." Fu Yuxiang stood up and said with his neck stiff, "I admit defeat this time. What do you want? Tell me." "Didn't you come to me? Why are you feeling wronged?" Fang Can said speechlessly.

"So I'm talking to you about compensation. Do you want money or martial arts? I'll give in to everything except my dignity." Fu Yuxiang said gritting his teeth.

"Oh, you have a very martial spirit. You can go now."

Fang Can waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Just seeing that knife of yours is worth the money. The rest is up to you."

"What? You really don't want anything?" Fu Yuxiang widened his eyes.

"What value do you have to me now?" Fang Can said. You're not satisfied with letting you go, right? You have to be insulted before leaving.

Fu Yuxiang looked at Fang Can seriously, and after a long while he said, "Okay, I owe you a favor this time. If you need anything in the future, come to me and I will definitely help you."

"You are also going to participate in the competition among nations, right? We will see you at the competition then."

"Just you?" Fang Can said nonchalantly, "I don't know why anyone who has been defeated by me needs help."

"Anyway, I've already said it. It's up to you whether you want it or not." Fu Yuxiang said calmly, then looked at the believer who looked like he had lost his parents and snorted coldly:

"What's there to cry about? If you are not as skilled as others, go back and practice again. Don't stop those who want to convert. If you are still willing to follow me, follow me and continue to go to Beijing."

Looking at the team regrouping and preparing to go to the capital, Fang Can turned his head to look at the warrior on the Hidden Dragon Ranking on the other side and said, "Hey, I'm talking to you. Have you watched for long enough? Come down and practice with us?"

When Fang Can called him, the Hidden Dragon Ranking warrior's expression froze at first, and then he said arrogantly: "Hey, do you have any character? Fighting and killing all day long, is it fun?"

"Oh, so you're a coward who got scared in the middle of the journey. Get out of here now." Fang Can waved his hands indifferently. There was no point in beating such a person.

After being exposed by Fang Can, the man's face froze, and then he said something difficult to understand like "We were just passing by normally, who said we have to fight if we meet?"

But the more he said this, the more he looked like a clown, and the contemptuous looks from the onlookers around him became more obvious.

But the warrior was also cursing in his heart, what the hell is this middleman, what kind of gossip is this?

Is this called a narrow defeat after a fierce battle with Wan Chenyu?
After watching the whole battle just now, he thought it would be difficult for him to withstand Fu Yuxiang's burning heart sword alone. If such a sword came a few more times, he would be the one to die.

As for Fang Can? According to his estimation, if Wan Chenyu didn't poop with one punch, it was considered a clean one.

Cursing in his heart, the two teams that had been chasing and blocking him just now disappeared immediately, leaving the remaining team of dozens of people.

"You guys are staying here... and want to fight too?" Fang Can asked as he stepped forward.

As he spoke, he looked at the slender figure in the sedan, who looked like she couldn't withstand a punch from him.

Being stared at by Fang Can, the leading guard felt a great deal of pressure and could only sweat profusely as he saluted and said, "Young Master Fang, I am the commander of the imperial guards escorting the princess back to the capital. The princess is not good at martial arts and has no intention of learning from you."

"Princess... doesn't know martial arts?" Fang Can looked towards the sedan chair.

Because of the curtain, he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but these two conditions made him think of a lot.

"No way." Fang Can thought to himself: "If it's really luck, then I'll kill his father."

When Fang Can thought of this, he felt strange.

Could it really be that a few words from me caused things to develop to this extent?

(End of this chapter)