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Chapter 59 What's on Fang Bei?

"What a hard skill." The swordsman looked at Fang Bing blocking his sword energy with his arm, and couldn't help but exclaim.

He subconsciously thought Fang Bie might be a powerful external skill who specializes in practicing the physical body, but Fang Bie looked at him and smiled: "I finally have a pricking idea."

"Are you going to chat first? Fight first?" Fang Bie looked at the other party. He was wearing white clothes, wearing a long knife on his waist, and his face was covered with a white towel, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

"Do you think I want to chat?" the other party sneered coldly: "You keep him and you can leave."

Of course, there is no one else who said what the other party said.

Or, only one person can become this goal.

Guo Sheng was not panicked at all when he listened to his words.

If you have a good idea, don’t be there, you’ll be furious.

Besides, he believed that Fang Bie would never leave him.

"Okay." Fang Bie nodded with a smile.

Guo Shengxin suddenly became cold.

Even the swordsman was a little surprised, and Fang Bie continued to say slowly: "How do you ensure that I can leave here safely after I let him go?"

The swordsman was stunned for a moment.

In fact, this is just a scene, and sometimes the enemy's heart is shaken, just like the method of siegeing the city with three missing one. If you press forward step by step and leave no way to survive, you can only force the whole city to unite and fight against foreign humiliation together.

But if you leave a living hole, then there may be many people muttering in their hearts that they want to escape.

The swordsman never thought about how he left after he let Fang Bei, but just hoped that the other party could escape without fighting.

But then, the swordsman slowly spoke: "I promise that I will not attack you after you leave. Whether you can escape from this building depends on your own ability."

"It's really light." Fang Bie smiled: "Are you from Dongchang?"

"I..." The swordsman just spoke a word when he saw the boy who had been smiling and talking before, slashing silently with a sword.

The front foot was still asking questions, but the back foot turned into a afterimage. Fang Bie had no sword in his hand. Originally, Fang Bie's battles were basically bare hands.

But at this moment, a sharp craftsman appeared in Fang Bi's hand.

This is a sword.

Guo Sheng didn't see anything clearly.

He was just waiting for the result of Fang Being's negotiation with the swordsman. He never expected that Fang Being negotiated, he threw it over with a sword.

Then in front of Guo Sheng, he saw that all the shock of the swordsman was locked in his throat.

Because he had never seen Fang Bie's move before, and he was not sure about Fang Bie's real strength, perhaps he was quite content with his own strength.

But in short, this eventually turned into his way of death.

The moment Fang Bie decided to set off the sword, he realized how powerful this seemingly ordinary young man was.

But the masters fight, life and death are originally in an instant.

Guo Sheng watched half of the other person fall down slowly, and then he fell heavily to the ground, blood pouring out of the broken mouth, with a strong smell of blood.

Fang Bie seemed to have just done something insignificant. He either did not take action, and once he took action, he would do his best. Although this sword may be a little worse than the swords that split Ning Huan at the time, after all, there are not so many Ning Huans in the world.

For this unknown swordsman, he really couldn't even catch Fang Bian's sword.

Of course, he was destined to be truly unknown. At this time, he was dead, and Fang Bie had no interest in tearing off his masked face towel.

"Where did you take the sword?" Guo Sheng couldn't help asking.

"Secret." Fang Bie said concisely.

The boy had too many secrets, after all, Fang Bie would not go out without anything.

Of course, no one has the chance to do a body search. Only then will they know how many secrets this seemingly ordinary-looking boy is hiding.

What exactly is under the skirt where others are girls?

For Fang Bie, how many hidden weapons are hidden in his clothes is a mystery that will never be known this time.

It was like Fang Bie could pull out a sword to cut people with just raising his hand.

Now the sword disappeared from Fang Bi's hand again, as if it had never appeared before, only the corpses on the ground could prove it all.

"Is he very powerful?" Guo Sheng continued to look at the corpse on the ground.

"The second grade is very powerful." Fang Bie said quietly.

Although it feels like a little bit worse than a dog at the first grade now and the second grade is walking all over the ground, in fact, the second grade is still considered a quasi-first-class expert. After all, the strong ones in the second grade can be ranked first on the Jianghu List by their record.

"Second grade?" Guo Sheng still has a certain understanding of the ninth grade of the Jianghu.

At this moment, seeing a second-grade master not even having Fang Bie’s sword follow. Is Fang Bie too strong or is this second-grade master too weak?

"I was a sneak attack." Fang Bie looked at Guo Sheng's curious eyes and said lightly: "If you fight normally, you may have to waste some effort."

"I believe you." Guo Sheng looked at Fang Bie who was serious and nonsense: "And what should Dongchang do to me?"

"Even second-grade masters have been dispatched."

"The second-grade master is very valuable, but not that valuable." Fang Bie smiled and said, "At present, Dongchang should not have first-grade masters in Bianliang, and there is really no one."

If there is one, then it will be dispatched. In other words, because the governor Yuan Chong has not come yet, so there is no first-rate master in Bianliang?

Before, when the Jinyiwei went to Luocheng, there was no first-rate master on the surface, but there was also a Lu Yuan who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger for thousands of years.

"Is there any more?" Guo Sheng asked.

"It should be." Fang Bie smiled, then stepped forward, picked up half of his body with his hand, and came to the window of the building.

Looking out from the window, you can see the surging river.

Blue sky and white clouds.

Fang Bie stretched out his hand so that everyone could see the blood-dripping half of his body.

Blood fell into the canal and disappeared without trace.

"Who else will come to see the next one?" Fang Bie exhilarated his true energy in the boat and said slowly.

The sound resonated with the entire building ship and was shaking towards the surroundings.

Of course, no one could hear that this was Fang Bie's voice. Fang Bie only had a piece of arm exposed outside the window.

"Is this OK?" Guo Sheng looked at Fang Bie's provocative behavior.

"It's the best time." Fang Bie turned around and smiled faintly: "It's better to break one finger than to hurt his ten fingers. If you really want the other party to be afraid, then the best way is to hurt him hard."

"I've been looking for the strongest man in this ship."

"After killing him."

“I would love to know.”

"Are they willing to send stronger people to die?"

Before Fang Bei finished speaking, a sharp whistle sounded above the entire canal.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!"
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