In the underground training ground of a villa with a large football field, Fang Wen was running wildly like a hurricane. He had already broken through the speed of sound, and his body brought dozens of afterimages in the air. The wind in the field was strong, and the harsh wind made the ceiling of the training ground rumble, as if it could collapse at any time. Fang Wen held a prickly sword four feet and two inches long and thin like willow eyebrows. When his wrist trembled, hundreds of cold lights were sprinkled. When his wrist trembled again, his body had turned a circle, and hundreds of cold lights were sprinkled.

Fang Wen ran around Mr. Yueda quickly. Countless Drawings of wind and countless cold lights were released from Fang Wen's palm, hitting Mr. Yueda like a storm.

Mr. Yueda held a blue sword in his hand, and his wrist was shaking. The sword light was like a bulge of water surrounding his whole body. Whether it was Fang Wen's finger wind or sword light, it was transformed into invisible when he touched the bright light tower. Mr. Yueda's own light body speed was only about one-third of Fang Wen's, but the local speed of his sword swing reached a terrible five times the speed of sound. His sword swept lightly, and a large piece of sword energy roared out, forcing Fang Wen to retreat continuously and pounce again.

The Fengmen’s martial arts are divergent, and their speed is their strongest place. It is precisely because the Fengmen’s martial arts are divergent that their attack power is not insufficient.

The martial arts of the Yuemen are condensed and have super lethality. With about three Jiazi's skills, Mr. Yueda can confront Fang Wen's true strength head-on. Fang Wen's true strength storage is more than four times that of Mr. Yueda, but can you fight with one kilogram of steel knife with four kilograms of wooden boards? Fang Wen can only deal with Mr. Yueda with his own high speed. Negligent contact is like a flash of lightning, and Fang Wen's stabbing sword is also very threatening.

But although Mr. Yueda was not at his own speed, his sword speed reached a terrible level. No matter how Fang Wen flew around and attacked Mr. Yueda's sword was always waiting in front of him.

Long high-speed compressed red sword energy swept across the sky, and gradually Fang Wen's activity space was compressed to become smaller and smaller.

Mr. Yue Er beside him shouted impatiently: "Senior Brother, you have been playing for two days. It's my turn and I to play? Eat alone, you will be struck by lightning!"

Mr. Yue San waved his long sword frantically and shouted: "Second, no matter how many, let's join forces to make the boss first, and then have a good time with this doll! He is beaten up with Feng Dajing!"

That's right, in the eyes of the three martial arts men, Fang Wen's only thing is the Jingzhu. After all, the skills of Thirteen Jiazi are not fun. Although the lethality is a little less, the defense is first-class.

Mr. Yueda shouted: "Shut up to me! I'll give it to you after I play for two more hours! Hahaha, Xiao Fangwen, if you don't have any other tricks, just wait to try my "Spring Flower Autumn Moon Sword"! Hahaha, if I accidentally ruin your appearance, you can't blame me!" Mr. Yueda's wrist shook, and an extremely bright and charming red light suddenly spread on the sword's edge.

"**~~~ These three immortals." Fang Wen secretly hated her heart, and he shouted: "Don't worry, look at my trump card!"

‘Trust card’! Mr. Yueda’s eyes lit up suddenly, and his hands stopped slightly. He wanted to see what Fang Wen’s trump card was and whether he could put some pressure on him.

Fang Wen rotated rapidly in the air, and a blue wind swayed around his body. Gradually, the blue wind roared, like a jet fighter taking off in the training ground. The sharp wind slammed Mr. Yueda and frowned and narrowed his eyes. Fang Wen's body suddenly disappeared.

No, it did not disappear, but Fang Wen instantly increased to a terrible three times the speed of sound! With the power of **, it reached a terrible speed of three times the speed of sound. The wind power roared in Fang Wen's body, and the cyclone rotated rapidly, and it had turned into dark green black hole-like objects. This is Fang Wen's current limit! Relying on the huge real power of Thirteen Jiazi, Fang Wen can reach a high speed of three times the speed of sound in a short time.

This is also the limit of the seventh level of the Fengyu Sutra. The strength of a person's ** is limited, and after the refining of true qi, the high speed that can withstand is only like this. A normal person, such as Mr. Feng Da, could have such huge real power as Fang Wen, his maximum speed could only reach twice the speed of sound. Fang Wen could go further because of the Feng Ling body.

However, this is also Fang Wen's limit, because his meridians cannot withstand the rapid surging of wind. If the speed is increased, his meridians will explode like a bomb.

Perhaps, only monsters with wind and moon veins can increase their speed again. Of course, if they can break through to the eighth level of the Fengyu Sutra, Fang Wen feels that he can be faster.

With three times the speed of sound, Mr. Yueda could not sense Fang Wen's actions smoothly. His eyes were covered with green phantoms, his ears were filled with harsh roars, and a thin sword light burst out from all over the place stabbed towards his body. Mr. Yueda felt that his wrist was constantly oscillating, which was the sword curtain he swung out and the sword energy shot from Fang Wen were colliding rapidly.

With a few crisp sounds, Mr. Yueda suddenly had a few blood stains on his body. The thin blood stains seemed inconspicuous at first, but soon spewed out thin blood mists. The high-pressure qi swept out from Fang Wen's sword tip was very thin, but it cut into Mr. Yueda's body very deep, reaching the bones. Speed ​​is also a kind of power.

If Mr. Yueda hadn't protected his whole body with his sword energy, Fang Wen's sword energy could have chopped off his arms.

"Wonderful! How many years have I not been injured?" Mr. Yueda laughed wildly, and the crazy laughter stirred a circle of transparent energy on his mouth, which actually shattered hundreds of sword energy that Fang Wen pointed out. "It hurts, it hurts so much! It's so satisfying! It's so satisfying! Fang Wen, take my highest sword intent, 'Moon shines on Jiuzhou'!"

Mr. Yue Er and Mr. Yue San turned around and ran away, rushed out of the training ground like the wind, and then locked the heavy iron gate tightly. Mr. Yue Er shouted: "Xiao Fangwen, I am optimistic about you! Fight hard with the boss, don't be afraid, let me see your ability!"

Mr. Yue San laughed wildly and said, "Xiao Fang Wen, if you can survive this move by the boss, I will pass on the "Purple Moon Secret Sword Classic" to you! Hehe, with the wind power of your Fengmen, it can at least make your sword energy three times more lethal!"

The sword energy that makes him break through the air is three times more lethal? Fang Wen's eyes lit up. People die for money, birds die for food, and what about the martial artists? Nonsense, the martial artists naturally die for secret books! I didn't see that once a secret book appears in martial arts novels, a thousand or eight hundred martial artists can be killed or injured? Fang Wen is not a pure martial artist, but he also knows that if he wants to maintain his current status, he must be able to lack strength.

So, Fang Wen decided to fight hard.

Of course, there is no way Fang Wen will not fight hard with Mr. Yueda. Mr. Yueer and Mr. Yuesan have locked the only door in the training ground. Mr. Yueda has begun to accumulate real energy like crazy. Apart from fighting hard, what else can Fang Wen do?

"Then, 'Wind-Cross Cloud Sword'!"

Fang Wen held the sword in both hands and his body rotated rapidly. The body, which rotated, rotated, and quickly rotated, and cut the air with the sword at an astonishing high speed. Countless extremely thin and extremely thin sword energy roared at Mr. Yueda. Gradually, Fang Wen formed a blue shuttle-shaped wind ball in the air. The sword was the top of the shuttle. Fang Wen raised a green light, led the sword to stab Mr. Yueda quickly.

This is a fatal move. However, when the four secret sects of Fenghua and Xueyue are fighting with each other in Tianmen, they have always used killer moves. Because of the medical skills of Xuemen and the medical equipment that has surpassed the world for hundreds of years, it is enough to make the so-called fatal injuries that normal people are as worthless as cutting their nails.

Therefore, the blue wind shuttle transformed by Fang Wen, carrying a blue light and countless slight sword energy, collided with Mr. Yueda.

Mr. Yueda's burly body suddenly expanded, with long silver beards straightened, and when they hit each other, they actually had the sound of metal hitting each other. He held the sword tightly and gently drew a circle in the air. A circle of circular light and shadow covered Mr. Yueda's body. The sword trembled rapidly, and suddenly the circle of light and shadows that were as bright as moonlight exploded.

Countless moon-shaped sword energy, the size of a palm, swept gently to all directions. It was endless, endless, and seemed gentle, but it was extremely fast. Each sword energy had a terrible force to penetrate through gold and stone. The moon-shaped sword energy covered the entire training ground and also covered the green light shuttle transformed by Fang Wen.

Fang Wen's body trembled violently, and each sword energy burst into his green wind power, like an iron knife slashing into a soft wooden stake, shattering the green energy around him.

Finally, the blue wind shuttle disintegrated in the moon-shaped sword energy all over the sky, and countless blood arrows splashed out from Fang Wen's body. Several blood arrows spurted out from Fang Wen's face. Just as Mr. Yueda said, he accidentally ruined Fang Wen's face. Of course, plastic surgery is just a minor surgery that is not worth mentioning for Xuemen.

Fang Wen hummed miserably, the stabbing sword in his hand trembled violently, and the wind accumulated on the sword had reached the limit he could control.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, gently slapped behind the hilt of the sword with his right palm. The stabbing sword carried a few meters of green light, which shot towards Mr. Yueda like lightning. At this moment, the stabbing sword speed exceeded more than three times that of Fang Wen's own speed. Nine times the speed of sound, but only a distance of more than ten meters, even Mr. Yueda could not react even if he had great skills.

The stabbing sword pierced from Mr. Yueda's heart, and a blood arrow several meters long roared out from his back. The stabbing sword shot into the ground, and it disappeared deeply. I don't know how deep the shooting ground was, leaving only a hole with a constant thickness of the fist.

Fang Wen, who was scratched all over and Mr. Yueda, who had a big hole in his chest, fell to the sky and fell down, both of them were injured.

The door of the training ground was opened, and countless people rushed in quickly. More than a dozen snowmen disciples in white coats rushed to the two of them and began their initial first aid.

Mr. Feng Da pointed at Mr. Yue Er with great anger. Mr. Yue San roared, and then suddenly laughed at the sky like crazy: "Boss Yue, you have today too! You can't even beat my Feng Da apprentice. Can you still have the face to compete with me in the future?"

Mr. Yueda, who had just been awakened by a heart-boosting injection, heard this and opened his mouth suddenly. He was so angry that he spit out a blood fountain and fainted again.

Mr. Feng Da, Mr. Feng Er and other elders of Fengmen who were once ravaged by fellow Yuemen, laughed out loud at the same time.

The resort villa is an extremely important secret base of Tianmen in the mainland, and the medical facilities here are also very complete. Fang Wen and Mr. Yueda were stripped naked and threw them into a huge transparent container, soaked with the special culture medium of Xuemen. Their wounds were healing rapidly. Their injuries did not hurt important internal organs. In the eyes of the Xuemen people, they were just a little "skin trauma". In just three or five days, they could recover as they were.

Therefore, Mr. Feng Da and his plan to invade Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum was delayed for another five days.

During the five days, Yue Er and Yue San trustfully taught the "Purple Moon Secret Sword Classic" to Fang Wen without reservation.

Fang Wen is very grateful for the trustworthiness of Yue Er and Yue San.

When Fang Wen crawled out of the healing container, he heard Mr. Feng Da say: With Fang Wen's identity and status, he could freely read all the classics of Tianmen...

"**You old bastards!"

Fang Wen roared at the top of his lungs.

Another day later, after Mr. Yueda, who had a hole in his chest, was also healed from his injuries, all preparations were ready, and Tianmen began his plan for the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. The first chapter of the road, goodbye,
Chapter completed!