The grasslands in the middle of winter may only be so lively at this moment.

The aura of countless people gathered together dispelled the ubiquitous chill, but the atmosphere in the field was no longer as tense as before.

Although there are still a few loyal Shanyu who are still extremely hated when they look at Fang Qian, most of them have turned into awe and expectation.

Fang Qian stood calmly in the field, experiencing the mystery of Xiaoyao's sword intent, and his whole body was a little light, looking as if he was about to ride the wind.

The young man with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes and a wooden sword looks like a banished immortal.

At this time, his second opponent also appeared.

This person's name is Sudmuge. He is a little older. Although he is not as old as the high priest, his hair is gray.

However, his majestic aura was no worse than Hulchi, and even a little stronger.

Unfortunately, Fang Qian's strength at this time is not comparable to before.

The meaning of freedom can transform into a breeze and blow over the world, transform into floating clouds and watch the changes of the sea, transform into Kunpeng into the sky of the nine heavens, and descend into the northern sea, with varying sizes and weights, and all kinds of changes are unpredictable.

After integrating into the Xiaoyao sword intent, his stance, skillful sword and fast sword were all promoted to one level at the same time.

At this time, unless they are the people at the peak of Zhiming, almost no one will be his opponent.

The most important thing is that others' mental power will be exhausted, but he has not yet encountered an opponent who can exhaust his mental power.

He walked towards Sudemuge step by step, and the sky and the earth fell on his sword.

At this time, he was able to control two major trends at the same time. With one sword, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

Su Demuge's eyes were slightly dazed. At this moment, everything around him seemed to have disappeared. He seemed to see the sky falling, the ground collapsing, and a terrible disaster was coming violently at him.

If a person with a weak mind is afraid that he will be defeated at this time, but he has fought countless battles in his life, and his will is far more firm than that of a person. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been able to practice martial arts to the point where he knows his destiny.

So when this scene of destruction came, he pulled out the heavy machete behind him without hesitation.

The one-meter-long blade body, half a palm, is actually more like a heavy iron block.

He didn't care about the collapse of the sky above his head, nor about the invisible crack on the ground at his feet. He just slashed straight forward.

This is the most peak of his practice in decades of practice. It is extremely thick and heavy. The harsh sonic boom is accompanied by an indomitable fierce momentum. Even if there is a mountain standing in front of him, he will smash it to pieces.

Unfortunately, he was not facing a mountain, but an endless world.

When the thick iron sword fell on the thin wooden sword, a violent buzzing sound suddenly came out.

Then the iron knife was repelled by an almost irresistible force.

Su Demuge took a few steps back heavily before he could barely stop it, but even so, he couldn't help but tremble all over and recovered after a while.

Fang Qian can actually continue to shoot the second sword, and he is absolutely irresistible in his opponent's state.

But he didn't, because since he wanted to gain the faith of the grassland people, this battle must be won openly and blamelessly.

So he just stood there, waiting for the other party to recover.

Su Demuge naturally understood Fang Qian's intention. He took a deep breath and felt bitter in his heart. The efforts he made to practice martial arts to such a level were absolutely amazing. However, compared to the cultivator with mysterious and changeable means, the way of attacking the warriors rushing was still much worse.

He knew that he was bound to lose. Although he had already prepared for failure, he couldn't help feeling a little sad when facing this moment.

Fang Qian shook his head. He could see that the other party was already exhausted, and he was afraid that he could no longer fight back as strongly as before.

Since that's the case, he doesn't plan to continue waiting.

The figure disappeared instantly and then slashed out ten thousand one hundred and eight swords.

Su Demuge resisted frantically, and each sword made his body tremble slightly. When eight thousand swords were about to be shot down, when ten thousand swords were about to be red and swollen, his mouth was bleeding.

When the last sword was stabbed out, the tip of his sword had already reached Su Demuge's throat. At this time, Su Demuge couldn't even lift his hands.

"You lost!"

Fang Qian said calmly, then put away his sword and turned around.

Su Demuge stood there motionlessly looking at Fang Qian's back, unable to speak.

This farce-like competition ends completely here. Since Fang Qian has won two games, he naturally does not need to play the third game.

To be honest, these warriors on the grassland are much worse than the old monk from the Hanging Temple before. With their strength and the high priest, they may have the ability to fight the old monk.

After all, this is the world of practitioners, not warriors. Their physical strength is not as strong as that of the demon sect and their methods toward the enemy are not as good as those of the Tao and Buddha. It is naturally difficult to have a say in this world.

Fang Qian walked to Shanyu step by step, and no one stopped him. Seeing Shanyu's pale face and trembling all over, he asked calmly: "Do you still want my horse?"

After all, Shanyu was the leader of the clan for several years, but he gradually recovered his previous demeanor.

He said calmly: "I have nothing to say to success, king, defeat, bandit."

Fang Qian looked at him and suddenly couldn't help asking a question.

"You should know that there are three unknowable places in this world, hanging in the air, Zhishouhe Academy two-story building, looking forward to the world.

After all, I am from Zhishouguan. Even if you snatch Tianma today, aren’t you afraid that Zhishouguan will settle with you tomorrow?"

Shanyu was silent for a moment, shook his head and said indifferently: "Zhi Shouguan is a place outside the world, and in this world, he is still respected by the temple. But the people in the temple are here, but no one stood up and said, which has already shown the attitude of the temple. Since the temple doesn't care, what do I fear?"

Fang Qian glanced at the Tianyusi Semi-sector who was still calm in the distance but started sweating on his forehead, sneered and withdrew his gaze.

He looked at Shanyu calmly and speechlessly.

Although Shanyu remained calm, he could still see a hint of panic in his eyes. After all, he knew very well that his life and death were in the thought of the young man in front of him.

Suddenly, Fang Qian asked, "Do you want to live?"

Shanyu's complex expression, and his ecstasy and entangled emotions intertwined, which made him feel a little dazed for a moment.

He naturally wanted to live, but he knew very well that he had to pay a price to live, and the price he had to pay in front of a new king who was about to ascend the throne was obvious.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, then knelt in front of Fang Qian, and lowered his high head.

"I, Kunhelun, hereby swear to offer you my eternal loyalty in the name of immortality!"

In front of the entire tribe, it would be difficult for him to repent in the future, and Fang Qian didn't care whether he was sincere or not.

So he smiled faintly and accepted the other party's allegiance.
Chapter completed!