"Brother Fang?!"
Seeing Fang Xi struck by that streak of black light, Xin Hongyun cried out in alarm.
"I'm fine..."
The next moment, Fang Xi emerged gracefully from the dust, holding a pitch-black dagger and battling the black light.
Although the black light darted back and forth with incredible speed, Fang Xi could barely keep up with it.
As the black dagger spun, the area within a foot around him seemed to form an absolute domain, making it impossible for the black light to invade even an inch.
The dagger in his hand had naturally come from the lecher Hua Manfeng.
It looked dull and unremarkable, but was actually incomparably sharp. Not only could it cut through iron like mud, it was also extraordinarily sturdy.
Fang Xi had hidden it in his robes earlier, allowing him to escape disaster.
Fortunately, I don't have to reveal my trump card!
He secretly rejoiced inwardly as well.
If he were driven into a corner with no other choice, Fang Xi could only put on a performance of catching a flying sword barehanded.
Of course, that relied on the Illusory True Spirit also possessing the enhancement of the Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror. With the aid of the Power of Void, he could fling the flying sword a million or even ten million li away in one breath.
He could even throw it straight back into the Earth Immortal Realm!
In this world, any cultivator who dared to use the Hundred Paces Flying Sword they had refined with their own life to slash at him would basically end up like a meat bun thrown to a dog...
It was just that Fang Xi had yet to meet the top figures of this Great Thousand World, so he did not dare expose that he possessed such