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Fan Wuji was such a person. Many years later, as he recalled the past, he concluded: I have never had regrets in my life. After all, it had already happened. One had to look forward, not backwards. What happened in the past was already in the past. The fact that he had already forged steel could not be changed in the slightest. But the future is a piece of white paper, you can use the brush drawing him into a colorful beautiful picture.0

Then Wan Wuji continued to shout, "Genius Zhang Yutian, because of his special physique, directly broke into the sect and became its disciple. And the genius who did not have the privilege to do so in the previous round will be facing off against Fan Wuji, who is already on the arena. "

Fan Wuji muttered to himself in a low voice, "Could it be that there really is some heaven's will in this world?" Initially, if I didn't use the Celestial Mirror to secretly change the pillars, the person who made this round would be Zhang Yutian. I had thought that with the help of the Celestial Mirror, everything would have changed, and Zhang Yutian would not be left empty-handed. But who would have thought that Zhang Yutian would show off his special physique and be accepted into the sect. This means that the person who will be left empty will still be him, and not the man in front of us. "

And the man Fan Wuji spoke of was precisely the lucky guy who was originally in the air. Under the declaration of Wan Wuji, he was no longer the lucky one on empty land. His opponent was Fan Wuji.

The man looked like a giant bear in the eyes of Fan Wuji. This man's height had already surpassed the limit of an ordinary person. He was only 18 or 19 years old, but he was a full three meters tall, like a vicious beast in human form.

The man looked at Fan Wuji, and laughed. He rubbed his big head, extended a hand, and said: "Hello. My name is Ai Qing! This is our first time meeting each other, so I hope that you can give me some pointers. "

Fan Wuji was startled at first, but soon smiled. He thought to himself: Ai Qing? Love? Such a beefy colossus had called out such a literary name? And beneath his seemingly cumbersome exterior, he was also a very polite person. It was true that one could not judge a book by its cover, and the sea could not be measured.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with your hand.

Fan Wuji looked at Aiqing's outstretched hand, and he slowly extended his own, holding Aiqing's hand. Just like this, a tall and bulky young man shook hands with the slightly "short" Fan Wuji for the first time.

After the two of them shook hands, they could see the strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes. The two of them could sense a terrifying yet familiar aura from each other's bodies.

Ai Qing said, "It's been so long. This is my first time seeing a body refiner of the same generation. In the mainstream of the cultivation world of the Qi Refining world, it is very rare to meet a cultivator of the same generation who refines the body. "

"Interesting! You can actually see that I have also cultivated the path of body refinement. Interesting. Your eyesight is really quite good. I think your cultivation has reached the peak of the middle Xiantian realm? Moreover, your battle prowess is probably comparable to a late Xiantian realm expert. Your strength is considered one of the top geniuses on the second step. " Fan Wuji revealed a strange look as he looked at Ai Qing, seeming to be deep in thought.

Ai Qing said, "You can actually see my cultivation level. And this was not the most terrifying thing. You only saw my cultivation, but you can estimate that my fighting strength is comparable to the late stage of the Innate realm. Admiration. "I admire you."

At this moment, both of them had a strong interest in each other. The two of them simultaneously released a sky-piercing battle intent.

"Come! The battle. Brother Fan, although your aura shows that your cultivation is only at the early stage of the Innate Realm, I can feel a threat from your aura. I hope that your battle power will not disappoint me. " As Ai Qing spoke, he revealed an aura that was at the peak of the middle Xiantian realm.

One had to know that the aura of every cultivator was different, and it had to do with the direction in which they cultivated and their specialization. However, Ai Qing's aura was extremely berserk. This berserk was like the thunder in the sky, and it was also like a hurricane in the air. His berserk aura gave people a feeling of suffocation.

Fan Wuji also revealed his aura. His aura was different from Ai Qing's, it was calm and peaceful, yet it carried a resplendent heavenly might, indifferent and aloof. It also carried an indomitable spirit. This kind of aura was extremely compatible with Fan Wuji's identity as a swordsman, and he seemed to include all the characteristics of swordsmen, but it also seemed to have different characteristics from those swordsmen.

"Kill!"

Fan Wuji's voice was like thunder exploding in the sky, like the spring thunder, but also like the winter thunder. He raised the three-foot-long Azure Trenchant Sword high up in the air, and an extremely pure sword aura was attached to the blade.

This sword Qi was a translucent color that was plain and unadorned, but it had various mysterious uses. Fan Wuji's sword was fast to the extreme, and it also possessed extreme power. His sword technique was the most perfect of sword techniques, possessing both speed and strength.

With a swoosh, accompanied by the sound of the Green Edge breaking through the air, Fan Wuji's figure flickered, and countless afterimages appeared behind him. At this moment, there seemed to be countless of Fan Wuji attacking Ai Qing at the same time. These afterimages were extremely lifelike, as if they were all part of his technique.

"Your movement technique can fool others, but not me. Your real body is here. " Ai Qing immediately put two large mechanical gloves on his fists and shouted out loud while looking at the countless afterimages.

Facing the attacks of countless afterimages, Ai Qing didn't panic nor became flustered. Instead, he raised his incomparably huge iron fist and smashed it towards one of the afterimages.

With a bang, Ai Qing's iron fist, which had a pair of gloves on, hit the afterimage, producing a sound of collision. Since the sound of a collision could be heard, it meant that he had found Fan Wuji's true body.

In the next moment, Fan Wuji's sword and Ai Qing's gloves collided, and countless sparks were produced. Sparks flew in all directions, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Afterwards, Fan Wuji continued to create afterimages, using his ghostly movements to create countless shadows, and attacked Ai Qing at the same time with his real body and fake body. On the other hand, Ai Qing looked like a tiger with a bear's back, and his three meter tall body was incomparably heavy. However, he could always keep up with Fan Wuji's ghostly movements and tempo.

One of them attacked with his sword while the other struck with his fist. Both fought at high speeds while carrying a swift and agile speed. The two of them were extremely fast, and their trajectory was extremely strange and unpredictable. With just a glance, the two of them could tell that they had been through hundreds of battles. Their battle consciousness was frighteningly terrifying, they simply didn't want the battle consciousness and experience of a young man who wasn't even twenty years old.

In less than a minute, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of blows.

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