Chapter 43 No matter we win or lose, we are all friends

Fang Che nodded repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Brother Ding, for caring and understanding."

He let out a long sigh and said: "I will not defend what happened to Ximen Xuri before. What is right and what is wrong, what is right and what is wrong, it is completely meaningless to talk about it at this moment. But I really don't want such bloodshed to happen again.

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He solemnly turned around, faced the two referees for instruction, and said in a calm voice: "Teacher, I have a sword technique. If you are forced to the extreme, when you use it, the blood in your body will instantly evaporate, increasing your combat power several times.

.And if that move comes out, I have no control over it!"

"I have absolutely no control over the outcome."

Fang Che watched the two referees' lessons seriously and expectantly.

The two referees looked at each other, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, if Ding Juran loses by then, we will take action immediately and no tragedy will happen."

Fang Che nodded gratefully and saluted: "Thank you very much, teacher."

Then he turned to Ding Ziran and said apologetically: "Brother Ding, don't blame me. I didn't mean to look down on you. It's just that that move was really evil and overbearing, and my current cultivation level is really shallow."

When he said this, Ding Juran felt his sincerity even more. He nodded slowly and said with a stiff face: "I don't blame you."

After thinking about it, I felt that Fang Che had always been friendly and I had been cold, which was wrong, so I spoke again: "If it comes to that moment, I will admit defeat. However, I may not be able to take it!"

There are many words in this sentence.

Fang Che estimated that this was the longest sentence Ding Juran had said this year.

So he nodded, laughed, and said: "Brother Ding, remember, no matter you win or lose..."

Ding Jerran's stern face showed a trace of smile lines, and said: "We are all friends!"

When he said this, his usually silent eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fang Che laughed, raised his arms, and the black cloak with dark gold patterns flew out like a dark cloud.

The sword flashed.

The long knife is in hand.

There was a clanging sound from the opposite side, and the sword energy surged up.

Fang Che's eyes flashed, and he immediately remembered the information given by Sun Yuan: Ding Juran was born with a sword, had a cold personality, was not easy to get close to, was unsmiling, and could usually go a whole day without saying a word.

Ding Juran's sword is extremely sharp.

But Fang Che watched Ding Juran's battles several times and always felt that something was wrong.

He had gone through more than a thousand battles in his previous life, and he could tell at a glance that Ding Juran definitely had something to hide.

Because I have seen many people born with sword bones.

Ding Juran's sword is indeed outstanding. However, there is still a long way to go before he can surpass the same level in his life with the amazing talent and beauty of his natural sword bones!

"Since he has a natural sword bone, it is impossible to have only this level. If he didn't have a natural sword bone, it would not be so easy for a young man from an ordinary family to cultivate to this level!"

"So, if something goes wrong, there must be a monster!"

Fang Che cheered up.

The long knife unfolds Sun Yuan's rolling sword technique, which is impervious to wind and rain.

Below, everyone's expressions were a little strange.

They all have an expression of "Have I seen this episode?"

Because the current battle situation is exactly the same as the battle between Fang Che and Ximen Xuri.

It's almost the same.

Fang Che clicked again... and fell into a disadvantage!

Suppressed again!

It's the same three-point offense and seven-point defense, which is difficult to support!

Many senior martial arts students have reached the level of grand master or even higher general level, and all of them are muttering in their hearts: This kid, won't reenact the last episode again, will he?

The sword's light is dense and dense, and the sword's energy is bone-chilling!

The two of them were tumbling and rolling, making hundreds of moves on the stage in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Swords clash, sparks dazzle.

As expected, Fang Che relied on his brute force to force a blow and distance himself. Then he let out a loud shout and stood up.

The sword light suddenly unfolded, and mercury fell down like a carpet.

It is the "Flying Sword Technique" that Sun Yuanzhan became famous for.

The name Feitian Sword King comes from this set of sword techniques!

"The sword technique is exquisite, but the potential of this sword technique is average. It is not a high-level combat method, but it is extremely proficient in mastering it. As far as this set of sword techniques is concerned, it has reached the level of proficiency."

The two referees stared at the court and commented secretly in their hearts.

Dangdangdang...

A series of sounds of weapons clashing sounded, which was the collision of swords countless times.

Sparks were thrown out in succession.

The situation reversed instantly.

Fang Che fully occupied the ninth level of the offensive, while Ding Jingran was on the ground, struggling to hold on!

With a clang, the swords collided again, and Fang Che once again flew up with the sword light, hovering in the air.

The sword's light was sharp, falling from the sky like a long dragon.

"Well done!"

Ding Juran roared, and a trace of fanatical fighting spirit flashed across his usually cold and rigid face.

With a flick of the long sword, a large sword flower suddenly bloomed.

With a bang, Fang Che flew up again and dived again.

Fang Che seemed to have turned into a flying bird, constantly falling and flying up again. For half a quarter of an hour, his feet did not even touch the ground!

Just the force of the tip of the knife was enough for him to fly up and strike again!

Like a vigorous flying eagle, it is constantly attacking the rabbit on the ground.

The sword is shining coldly, and every moment is a bloody disaster!

Suppressing Ding Juran with all his might.

As long as Ding Juran's sword light has the potential to surge, immediately suppress it with stronger force!

Fang Che dived, dived again, dived again.

Ding Juran's trump card must be forced out!

Otherwise, it will always be a worry.

boom!

There was another loud noise, and Ding Ziran staggered back, with a gap in the long sword in his hand.

After all, the long sword is a flexible weapon, not a head-on collision weapon.

Fang Che forced him to fight so savagely because he was using a knife!

He was born to take advantage.

Head-to-head confrontation, sword versus sword!

Ding Juran retreated fifteen feet directly to the edge of the ring!

Then he suddenly made a move: the sword in his hand moved to his left hand!

With a kick of both feet, the sword light suddenly shot up into the sky.

There was a hissing sound in the air, and there was sword energy slashing through the air!

Ding Juran rushed up, like a sword, rushing up brightly, as if he was going to rush into the white clouds!

Fang Che hovered in the sky, his eyes suddenly flashed.

Sure enough, my guess was good. Here is the trump card!

Let me just say that if this boy was born with sword bones, he would never have the fighting power he has now!

It turned out to be a left-handed sword.

He's left-handed!

Now that he had forced out the opponent's backhand, Fang Che no longer held back.
To be continued...