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Chapter 710 Chapter 718 Chapter 719 With a sword, how long will you be rampant?
Inside the main hall on the top of the reef.

Fang Bailan sat upright on a high platform with a majestic treasure, and meditated with her eyes down. Like a mud bodhisattva, she never opened her eyes. It was Zhao Zhu'er who received Guanzhu Zhang, and the two sat down and drank tea and chatted casually.

Zhang Wenfeng was not without worry, and asked: "It is said that there is a new fifth rank named Qu Weichi in Nanyuan Continent, clamoring to give Fang Bailan some color. Let's see if we are going on an expedition to Nanyuan Continent with such a big fanfare, is it right for him? Playing tricks? Can Fang Bailan deal with one of the fifth ranks?"

Even though he was far away from the flames of war, he was still well-informed due to Zhuang Yu's enquiry, and his many friends.

The total number of Tier [-] monks in the Eastern and Western Continents that can fight is far more than that of Nanyuan Continent. However, due to the complex geographical advantages of the monks in Nanyuan Continent, there is one more Tier [-] master. The future of this battle is uncertain.

He actually didn't want to fight Nanyuan Continent so soon.

Zhao Zhu'er said in a low voice: "Fang Bailan's current upper limit is only [-]% of the normal fifth-level strength. It's okay to bluff people, and it's as good as a fifth-level master who really does it."

She was telling the truth. Seeing the master looking at her, she seemed very puzzled why she was so anxious to promote this big battle, blinked her eyes, and said: "Fang Bailan has recently cultivated a supernatural power, which happens to be able to take those two Maybe I can convince Qiu Wen and Qu Weichi to agree with the three continents to sit down and talk?"

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "I don't believe your nonsense, you don't have a half-truth with me as the shopkeeper now, forget it, since you are sure that you can deal with the two of them, I am also happy to relax, originally I was thinking about it." Hold one for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, the shopkeeper. It's too dangerous to hold back a fifth-order man, so I don't want it. You can help me protect the law at that time, and the others... I hope there will be no melee."

Zhao Zhu'er smiled, but no matter how you look at it, there was a seriousness and uneasiness hidden in the smile, she stood up and paced, and said in a low voice:

"I'm a little selfish. I want to use it to promote peace talks between the three continents. If things can come true, I can get a lot of luck from the heavens. It will be very helpful for me to advance to the sixth level in the future. Let's plan ahead. We must consider the long-term. You and I stand together, the shopkeeper, and you can share some benefits after the matter is completed. As for whether it is more or less, it depends on how much face God rewards you."

After thinking twice, she revealed a little of her heart.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Zhao Zhuer, who had become a little strange, and thought much more far-sighted than the earth guardians. They were also characters from more than 500 years ago. He really didn't expect Zhao Zhuer to promote the peace talks between the East and West for the first time, and this time Behind the big things you want to do is this purpose.

The spirit is unparalleled, far beyond that of a man.

The war and peace of the three continents, according to Zhao Zhu'er's wishes, can be guided according to her will, and I secretly rejoice that Zhao Zhu'er is not a war madman, otherwise it will be a catastrophe and tragedy involving the loss of life and blood.

In his heart, he had strangely agreed that Zhao Zhu'er could control the war in Nanyuan Continent.

Although I don't understand where Zhao Zhu'er's confidence comes from?

At that time, how to deal with two fifth-level masters with one pair?

Youmeng, who was hidden in the water-gathering bead, said in a long voice transmission: "I just calculated with my heart, this woman who didn't attract my attention before, has some skills, I can't even break her 'surface', she is such a powerful woman .”

Zhang Wenfeng warned the old man Mengmei, don't offend Zhao Zhu'er, although he has a close relationship with Zhao Zhu'er, he still has to have a sense of boundaries and can't be proud of himself.

And Zhao Zhu'er had already glanced at the position of his left wrist, probably found You Mengchang, and didn't say anything.

After chatting for a while about the arrangements, Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye and went out.

Met with Tu Kun, Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao, Monk Fayuan, Bailichun, Zhou Fushi, Rong Shuzhi, etc., and had a pleasant conversation. They either transmitted voices, or made indirect remarks, and asked what was wrong with Senior Fang Bailan. Can the trump card be able to deal with the fifth-order masters of Nanyuan Continent?

Fang Bailan has already told the leaders of the East and West Continent very bluntly that she will not come when the opportunity is not lost. She is sure that she can deal with the two fifth-level masters of the Nanyuan Continent, but don't expect her to massacre the four masters of the Nanyuan Continent. Since she missed this opportunity, she has been in seclusion for a long time, ignoring the life and death of the eastern and western continents.

Everyone was itching to get a letter from Guanzhu Zhang.

Zhang Wenfeng's pushing hands made him perfect, but he was also confused, how could he help everyone to solve their doubts?
Without getting the desired answer from Guanzhu Zhang, Monk Fayuan, Bailichun and Chen Qingqiao left in a hurry. They wanted to continue to communicate with the leaders of the Western Continent about the combat plan for the Nanyuan Continent, including various plans , details, etc.

As Senior Fang said, they used many methods to deduce the authenticity and the odds of winning.

It's a pity that when it comes to the direction of the mainland, they are sometimes poor in manpower, and they can't figure out any clues. They can only rely on the instinct of the magicians. It seems, maybe they can believe it. At least, they don't want to lose a chance.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Nearly sixty fourth-tier monks and more than 300 third-tier monks from the eastern and western continents set off in a mighty way.

In accordance with Senior Fang's wishes, he did not take the magic weapons such as the cloud-moving boat and the talisman boat that consume a lot of money.

Zhang Wenfeng accompanied the seemingly delicate Zhao Zhu'er in a fluttering white dress, and the two occasionally laughed in a low voice. They accompanied the silent Fang Bailan who was wearing a veiled hat and flew all the way south.

On the way, rest on the island for one night, and in the morning of the second day, fly over more than [-] miles of sea area and arrive at the coast of Nanyuan mainland.

A black group of monks flew out from Nanyuan Continent.

The two sides faced each other fifty miles apart.

"Fang Bailan, come out and speak. You are a cowardly woman, so what if you fight ahead of me? If you don't give me an explanation today, you guys will definitely not be able to come and go."

A tower-like man held a machete on his shoulder and shouted loudly in front of the battle.

A little farther away, there was an old man in black robe with a goatee, half-closed his eyes, and let the big man provoke him. He showed that he was watching the show.

Fang Bailan slowly flew out from the sky above the array of monks in the eastern and western continents, followed by Zhao Zhu'er and Zhang Wenfeng.

More than 300 monks shook their sleeves like clouds, and all of them bowed their hands in salute.

It looks quite spectacular from a distance, and the weather is extraordinary.

"I've met Fellow Daoist Qu, and Fellow Daoist Qiu. I don't know how the two of you think about the matter that Fang summoned in advance to discuss with the two of you?"

"Haha, Fang Bailan, are you awake? Bringing so many people here is an attitude to negotiate with us? Could it be that you want to use the large number of people to force us to agree to peace talks, so that the three continents will live in peace from now on?"

The strong man in the iron tower sneered and sarcastic, which attracted a lot of cheering and cheering. The man stabbed the door-like machete in front of him with a huff, and shouted brazenly: "Fang Bailan, don't say so much, there is nothing. Let's see the truth under our hands. If able to win me..."

"how?"

Fang Bailan cooperated with the questioning.

"Then fight again with Fellow Daoist Qiu. If you win both games, let's sit down and talk. I'm still very reasonable, hahaha."

The iron tower man shook the big knife in his hand, and laughed wildly, causing the air to vibrate, and there was another laughter echoing, and the sea below was churning, full of monsters.

Although the man behaved arrogantly, his eyes were like knives. He glanced at the man and woman following Fang Bailan, and even more carefully scanned the crowd behind him, in case there were hidden fifth-level masters among them.

Both sides have their own sources of information.

Be careful sailing for ten thousand years, how can Fang Bailan boast to deal with the two of them?
The man in the iron tower made up his mind to play a few tricks with Fang Bailan to find out the truth about that woman, and when he got to the bottom of it, Old Man Qiu would launch a sneak attack and help him get rid of Fang Bailan together.

When most of the expeditionary monks in the east and west continents without a leader are wiped out, from now on, the east and west continents will not be in their pockets?

How about taking a little risk for a big deal delivered to your door?
Fang Bailan's voice still could not hear any emotional changes, she put her right hand into the back sleeve of her left hand, and said slowly: "Swords and guns have no eyes, weapons are ruthless, why is Fellow Daoist Qu so obsessed with seeking death!"

As the word "death" came out firmly, the air seemed to freeze.

Fang Bailan raised his sleeves, revealing a plump snowy arm like a white lotus root. The slender fingers of his right hand had penetrated into the flesh and clasped something, and pulled it out firmly. It was a short sword embedded in the flesh of the arm, thin Sharp, rubbing against the bones made a harsh and rough sound of "chi chi", dripping with blood.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyelids twitched, and he resisted the palpitation of turning around and fleeing far away. Zhao Zhu'er had already leaned against him, holding his arm tightly through the sleeve, using such strength that her pink face was flushed, as if she was For Fang Bailan who drew his sword.

"Speak out loud and play tricks!"

The man in the iron tower was not trying to scare the big man, he snorted coldly, holding a huge machete and charged aggressively at the woman who drew the sword thirty miles away, too far away to use his attack power.

About ten miles away, Fang Bailan finally pulled out the blood-thin blade.

She used the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to pinch the edge of the sword, leaving a trace of strange moisture on the blade, as intangible as it was.

Fang Bailan swung his sword with confidence, and slashed at the ferocious man "Jie Jie" ten miles away who was grinning.

The ruler-long dagger reflected the sunlight, bright red like blood, and as the sword slashed down, the face of the forward iron tower man changed drastically, and he had already noticed the strange power of this sword.

It was too evil, his mind and soul were all locked by this sword, and he had no choice but to force it.

"Damn it, your uncle..."

The wind and clouds in the sky were turbulent, and the aura of heaven and earth surged into the brighter sword light, the wind helped the sword to borrow the power of the sky, and the sea roared like boiling water, surging and surging.

Zhang Wenfeng stared closely at the sword that caused the vision of heaven and earth, and calmly supported Zhao Zhuer who was hanging on his body.

The slash with one sword is comparable to Tianwei.

He didn't know how Fang Bailan did it. It stands to reason that the slough can only display [-]% of the strength of the fifth level at present, how could it be possible to kill... a sword that even the fifth level would desperately escape!
His position and angle are just right so that he can see the whole picture, and it can be seen that Fang Bailan is quite unfamiliar with this sword, it does not seem to belong to Fang Bailan's own power?
"Old Qiu, Boss Qiu, hurry up and help brother..."

It was the first time that the iron tower man disliked the huge knife in his hand as a hindrance. It was too heavy, affecting his speed of escape, and he couldn't throw away his light clothes to go into battle. He ran away without hesitation. There was a gap in the formation of tribulation thunder, he yelled at the old man in black robe who turned and fled.

The old man in black robe fled into the chaotic crowd of monks behind.

Like gods of plague, everyone avoided the direction in which the man in the iron tower was running, for fear of being contaminated by the attack of facing Tianwei's sword, even if there was only a little aftermath, they couldn't bear it.

The Iron Tower man cursed loudly, and sped up his speed towards the coast.

A ray of sword light roared down, stretching for tens of miles.

"Boom", the sea water sank, and the earth-shattering storm swept across. Many monks fleeing for their lives looked like dumplings and fell to the sea. They were dizzy and bloody from the aftermath of the sword. Not a minor concussion.

A straight gully was cut by the sword force on the land hundreds of miles away.

The iron tower man who bears the brunt has almost no scum left.

The black-robed old man named Qiu Wen was already frightened, and he couldn't think of fighting against him. He bitterly cursed that dead ghost for causing harm to others and leaving a mess. The woman had promised to beat them all alone. Two, come here so confidently, tough guys with no real skills in their hands, dare to go all out to die?
He mixed with the crowd and fled to the west. Whoever wants to go to the South Yuan Continent, he just wants to save his life now.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'll let you run a hundred miles before drawing the sword, or sit down and talk with me?"

Fang Bailan's unhurried voice came from the air, suppressing all the noise in an instant, the voice was heard by everyone, and it had an absolute deterrent effect.

Qiu Wen was about to cry, and all the monks who found him stepped aside, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He had to bite the bullet and fly to a high place. In a short period of time, he couldn't escape a hundred miles away, and shouted: "Fang Daoyou, Qiu is willing to talk about peace, and it's all because of Qu Weichi's slashed rough embryo." Messing up, almost ruined the peace talks between our three continents, thank you Fang Daoyou for giving Qiu another chance."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Fang is not an aggressive person, considering the creatures of the three continents, it is the general trend to stop fighting."

Fang Bailan said casually, and slowly inserted the thin blade with the faded blood in her hand into the bruises on her arm. The ear-piercing sound of rubbing was heard in everyone's ears, and the taste was quite different from the previous one.

Most of the fourth-order monks are guessing that Fang Bailan has a small weapon hidden in his arm.

Only in this way can a sword beheaded for hundreds of miles and kill a fellow of the same level with ease.

Some people even speculate that that sword is so powerful that even a sixth-level master can cut it?

The monks in the east and west continents, especially all the monks in the west continent, looked at the mysterious figure with fluttering skirts in the air, with a trace of fanaticism in their eyes, because it was the pride of their west continent.

There are also many monks who have a little regret. Since Senior Fang has already drawn his sword, why didn't he take the opportunity to kill Qiu Wen and finish it off?
So many of them swarmed up and wiped out all the gathered Nanyuan mainland monks.

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(End of this chapter)