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Chapter 162 I put a whole Pacific water (ForAmber million(2/2)

Especially on the battlefield where the situation changes instantly, many responses are far from reasonable. It's just that he has made breakthroughs one after another, has strong real energy, and with the help of flying swords, his strength has been much better than that of Zhao Wu, so he can have such a high error tolerance rate.

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But if you come here in exchange for tassels.

Fang Zheng had previously experienced the battle between Liusu and the Black Dragon Anaconda from afar... He was confident that with the help of Feijian, he already had the strength and capital to be on an equal footing with her.

But if there really is a fight.

Even with the flying sword, I'm afraid my chance of winning is less than 30%!

Because of the lack of combat experience... facing enemies with a huge gap in strength, this is not too important. At most, it is the difference between spending more or less effort!

But if the strength is similar, then this is the last straw that breaks the weight.

Lack of combat experience.

This needs to be compensated for by fighting.

Fang Zheng didn't mean to be depressed... In less than half a year, Liu Su had already surpassed Liu Su's ten years of hard work!

Cultivating immortals is not cultivating gods. You can't ascend to heaven in one day.

He is already very satisfied with this rate of progress.

But now, if he doesn't kill this Zhao Wu... he just wants to use him for sword practice.

Obviously, Zhao Wu also saw what Fang Zheng meant.

Knowing that he has become the opponent's sparring partner.

Watching Fang Zheng's flying sword change from being a little stagnant before, to gradually becoming smoother, and then moving smoothly...

Zhao Wu felt more and more reluctant and exhausted.

He wanted to escape, but the flying sword was like a maggot attached to the bone, unable to escape at all.

But if he suffers such humiliation, it would be better for him to die and not be cheap...

But in the end, I still care about the last bit of luck, maybe... there is still hope?

Because of this last bit of luck, he could only grit his teeth and struggle with Fang Zheng's flying sword... even if it became more and more obvious that the opponent was letting go.
Chapter completed!
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