The high priest flashed with an extremely smart look, because no matter how successful or lost this competition, Tianma would belong to their tribe.

However, because of this, he decided to take action, so he chose to watch. He looked at a middle-aged man not far away in front of him and said, "Hulchi, go."

He is one of the strong men in Fang Qian's perception that can match his fate.

Huerchi was wearing a blue and black robe at this time, and his dense black hair would probably make many bald friends envious, and his denseness even covered his lower half of his face.

This made him look quite wild and fierce.

Huerchi responded and immediately went to the stage.

Standing in the center of the ring, he watched Fang Qian make a provocative gesture, roared and roared: "If you want to be king, you can pass my level first!"

Fang Qian looked indifferent. He took a step forward and stood in front of him. Such speed immediately shocked many people who had just noticed it.

So fast!

Lu Chenjia was standing in the tent with Princess Shanyu at this time, with charcoal fire burning in the tent, and the warm air made her face slightly red. This was not the first time she saw it, but she couldn't help but sigh when she saw this scene.

"It's really fast!"

He looked at the grassland man in front of him and said calmly: "Let's start!"

Huerchi felt a trace of speechless strength from Fang Qian's calm expression. The divine light condensed in his eyes and turned into a ruthless look. He tore the clothes on his body apart, revealing the muscles bulging all over his body.

He punched his first punch without hesitation.

He practiced a warrior, so his fist was his most powerful weapon.

When a punch is blown out, it is like a flood that has come out of the gate, vast and unstoppable, and everything is unstoppable.

The violent fist press broke out a passage through the floating air. The strong wind gathered and spread, and finally only a white and hard fist was left.

Fang Qian held his hand on the hilt of the sword, but did not draw the sword, but chose to retreat instantly.

The fist was moving forward very quickly, and he also retreated very quickly. He was not sure to repel the punch, so he naturally had to retreat by himself.

It was not until he could retreat that he could not retreat and felt the aura on his fist body change that he bravely set out his sword.

Although it was a wooden sword, there was a refreshing sound of a sword sound at the moment when the sword was drawn.

The thin wooden sword gently slashed down.

But it seemed like a mountain followed.

A mountain was cut with one sword!

It was like a punch from a flood that encountered a mountain, so naturally he could not enter again.

However, there is an extremely fierce undercurrent hidden in this flood. Under the powerful impact, even a mountain is difficult to bear.

In an instant, the mountain collapsed.

Fang Qian's face turned pale, he took several steps backwards, and finally stopped at the edge of the cloth.

The blood swelled up in his chest, making his face look extremely ugly.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

The reason why he agreed to this competition was that he had many other considerations. It was just an attempt to activate his faith ability. The most important thing was that he felt a slight opportunity for breakthrough.

After experiencing the last battle, he knew very well what level of combat power he is now at.

He is infinitely close to knowing fate, but cannot reach the level of knowing fate. If it were not for the passive trigger of Jian Twenty-three's sword intent, it would be difficult for him to pose a threat to ignorance.

The sword was born for war after all.

No matter how he wants, if he wants to break through, he must truly understand the battle, and the battle he needs must give him enough pressure to give birth to what he wants.

In other words, only the battle with the powerful man who knows his destiny can bring him enough pressure, which is also the core reason why he accepted this competition.

But after experiencing the punch just now, he found that he had no feeling of breaking through at all, except for the pain in his chest that made him feel pain.

He frowned slightly and thought about the problem.

Huerchi looked at Fang Qian and shook his head and around him, as if he looked down on him, which immediately made him angry and his eyes began to turn red.

He suddenly stomped on the ground and immediately stepped out of a big pit. He jumped up slightly, and his fists hit Fang Qian's face like a pair of sledgehammers.

The strong wind blew on his face, interrupting Fang Qian's thoughts. He suddenly felt anger surge in his heart. Looking at Hu Erchi who jumped over, he just wanted to go up and slap him in the face to relieve his anger.

This idea was so strong at this moment that I couldn't stand it.

This strange thinking inexplicably took over his body. Faced with Huerchi's fierce attack, he did not move back at all at the moment, and he had a sword in his hand.

This sword was not any of the three swords in his sword scripture, but simply condensed his extremely huge mental power.

Therefore, this sword has extremely powerful strength, and no practitioner in the cave realm can do anything head-on.

But at this time, he was facing a martial arts powerhouse comparable to a practitioner of knowing fate. The warrior was honored by his strength. Although this sword could dominate the cave realm, he could not defeat this pair of extremely brave iron fists.

The punch hit the sword hard.

boom!

A sound like thunder erupted, and an invisible ripples seemed to spread from the air, forming a circle of white ripples.

The next moment, the wooden sword was directly knocked away by extremely fierce force, and the remaining force of the fists became much weaker, but it still hit Fang Qian's chest regardless of the consequences.

Crack Crack Crack!

The sound of brittle bones was clearly audible, the chest collapsed slightly, the corners of Fang Qian's mouth were bleeding, but there was a successful smile on his face.

However, in the eyes of most people, Fang Qian, who was so seriously injured, was defeated.

Qu Ni looked here from afar, with a decaying and happy smile on her face.

The Tianyu Secretariat's face was indifferent. He saw Fang Qian feel confident before, and he thought he really had the possibility of winning. Now, he has lost in just two moves.

Judging from Fang Qian's current performance, although he is not weak, he is still worse than he wants to kill Zhiming. He now doubts whether the news that he had said before was true or false.

Maybe that was just an old monk at the peak of the cave mysterious. It was just because he came from the Hang Kong Temple and had extremely powerful power that people mistakenly thought it was the realm of knowing fate.

He thought to himself that people in the world are stupid, and this is probably the case with rumors.

When the disciples of Mochiyuan saw this scene, they couldn't help but exclaim, their eyes full of worry.

Mo Shanshan's fingers were white, his face tightened, and he didn't say a word.

Shanyu looked surprised, while the high priest had no expression on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his eyes?

However, in the next second, everyone's expressions became surprisingly similar.

stunned!

With a crisp sound, they saw Fang Qian not caring about his injuries at all, but instead slapped Huerchi hard on the face.
Chapter completed!