Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

Fang Baiyu silently took out his own long sword. He did not have a storage bag, his long sword always tied to his back. Using this method, he continued to hone his compatibility with the sword until he reached the realm of one with the sword.    

"That punch earlier seemed to have the power of the runes on it." Fang Baiyu looked at Long Bufan who was walking down the stage. If it was said that with Long Bufan's true strength, he could fight for a while, and even win, but was this really Long Bufan's true strength?    

I'm afraid he still has a lot of hidden cards that he hasn't used yet.    

Unfathomable!    

This was the feeling Fang Baiyu had towards Long Bufan.    

After Fang Baiyu went up on stage. He had always thought that he was just being too low-key, and had not truly fought with the top ranker Yang Feng before. As for exactly how strong Fang Baiyu was, no one knew, but it was just a rumor that it was said that he could defeat the weakest Yuan Dan stage practitioner with just the strength of the Sky Origin Stage.    

Now that Fang Baiyu's cultivation had broken through the Yuan Dan Stage, what level would his strength reach?    

Everyone's heart was filled with anticipation, including Long Bufan, who was paying extra attention.    

"Fang Baiyu."    

In the training grounds, Fang Baiyu silently looked at his opponent, and reported his name, his voice carrying an ice-cold killing intent.    

"Zhao Family, Zhao Jipeng!" Zhao Jipeng's voice was somewhat soft when he introduced himself. After his companion was completely abused, Zhao Jipeng had also lost the confidence he had a moment ago.    

I am definitely not his match. I cannot lose against Fang Baiyu in this match, if I lose, then the top three in the competition will no longer be mine. " Zhao Jipeng muttered in his heart, as he tightened his grip on the thick blade in his hand.    

Although he didn't expect to get first place in the competition, if he couldn't even get in the top three, then that would be the shame of his family, and in the future, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up high.    

Thinking about that, Zhao Jipeng clenched his teeth, and fought!    

The referee walked onto the stage and loudly announced, "I won't repeat the rules. The match begins now!"    

As soon as his words fell, Zhao Jipeng rushed forward, the thick blade in his hand flashed with a ray as black as ink, with a drag of the blade, the ray was dragged to a length of over thirty meters, the blade's light formed an arc, from afar, it looked like a gigantic black moon had suddenly descended onto the world.    

"Dark Moon Slash!"    

Zhao Jipeng roared, his two hands tightly gripped onto the thick blade, and fiercely slashed down at Fang Baiyu! The knife blocked out the sunlight as if night was falling.    

Fang Baiyu's gaze turned serious as he brandished the sword in his hand. His sword moved very slowly, at the same time, he unleashed a strike behind him, and although he could not catch up to Zhao Jipeng's Dark Moon Slash, but the moment the blade and sword clashed, a puzzling scene occurred.    

Zhao Jipeng's body suddenly paused for a moment, while Fang Baiyu's sword flew right in front of him.    

"Bang!"    

's Dark Moon Slash was like a huge piece of glass that had been smashed by a hammer. In an instant, it shattered into countless small black fragments, and with a pa la sound, it shattered into nothingness!    

"Eh?!" Zhao Jipeng's body shook violently, following that, he fell from the sky like a sack, heavily landing on the ground. He was not struck by Fang Baiyu's Sword Qi, and did not suffer any flesh wounds, nor did he vomit any blood.    

"Clang ~!" Fang Baiyu sheathed the longsword on his back and turned to leave. He didn't even look at Zhao Jipeng, as if his victory was already decided.