Fang Xing's eyes have gradually changed, and the plan is gradually realized.
But Xiao Jianming hardly paused at this time, and continued to push towards Fang Xing, his expression was cold and his sword was as bright as frost. The iron sword in his palm continuously transformed into astonishing visions, and the torrential power was pressing towards Fang Xing. He always felt that Fang Xing was about to be unable to hold on under his own hands, and it seemed that he could be cut under the sword in the next second , just need to put in a little more effort, and then strike out with a sword...
"You are a pitiful person at all. You may be able to use your tricks and tricks for a while, but you will still lose in the end!"
In the cold voice, Xiao Jianming thrust out a sword "Yuhanshuang"!
In the frosty vision, Fang Xing's face was pale, he backed up again and again, and was about to fall...
"You have always been like an ant on Xiao's fingertips. You are extremely cunning, but you can't escape the fate of being crushed to death by me!"
Amidst the taunting, Xiao Jianming made a move of "Breaking Dawn"!
"Puff puff… "
Fang Xing sacrificed three or four vajra talismans, and used the barrier technique, but they all shattered under this sword, causing a sword wound on his body.
Always at a disadvantage, it seems that he will die in the next second, but he is always alive and kicking...
Xiao Jianming became a little impatient, and shouted solemnly: "Today, Xiao will let you realize the gap between you and me!"
Amidst the loud shouts, the sword came out like lightning, and he used a style of "entering the nine heavens"!
The sword light was like a horse training, and swept towards Fang Xing.
Among the Qingyun Nine Swords Art, the most powerful sword is also the one that consumes the most spiritual energy.
When he felt that Fang Xing could be suppressed, Xiao Jianming never used this sword. He felt that he didn't need to waste his spiritual energy like this.
Until now, he also felt that something was wrong, so he decided to use this sword to kill Fang Xing with one sword.
At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly burst into laughter. Facing Xiao Jianming's dazzling sword light, Fang Xing's serious and frightened expression suddenly disappeared from his face, and his expression became relaxed. With a shake, the Green Dragon and Biyan Saber stood up, powerful enough to resist the sword, the sword energy exploded in an instant, and the blast of air made his clothes fly, but he didn't take a step back.
This seemingly invincible sword has resisted like this...
A trace of arrogance appeared on Xiao Jianming's angry and arrogant face, and he even felt as if he had suddenly changed his opponent.
Fang Xing's expression was very calm, he held the sword indifferently, his eyes were cold, he looked at Xiao Jianming with a half-smile, and said softly: "Are you angry? Angry? I killed one of your animals, you Are you so angry and distressed? Then do you know...five years ago, when you killed hundreds of people in Ghost Smoke Valley with one eagle and one sword, what did I think?"
"Um?"
Xiao Jianming was startled suddenly, pulled away and flew back three feet in an instant, and said in a trembling voice: "You..."
Fang Xing slapped the big knife on the ground, stood among the stone slabs, slowly pinched the formula with both hands, and said softly: "Yes, I am the tenth bandit leader who escaped, and I am here to take revenge, Xiao Jianming ,are you ready?"
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Xiao Jianming looked at the deep hatred in Fang Xing's eyes in astonishment, and suddenly understood a lot of things, why when he was in the deserted mountains, he approached him with unprecedented kindness, but the kid didn't appreciate it at all, and instead was extremely hostile to him Strong, and why this little devil is obviously not as good as myself, but I always feel an inexplicable dangerous aura from him...
I see!
No wonder I couldn't find the tenth bandit leader who escaped from Ghost Mist Valley no matter what.
It turned out that he was not the vicious adult he had imagined, but a ten-year-old boy!
It turned out that he didn't stay in Chuxi at all, but quietly came to Qingyun Sect and became his little junior brother...
"... Where is the strange treasure?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Xiao Jianming's mind, and finally blurted out these words.
What he has been thinking about all the time is the strange treasure that his uncle said, that came out of the nine coffins.
A treasure of the upper realm refined from the memories of monks from the upper realm.
For this strange treasure, he stayed in Chuxi for four years, joined those disgusting people in the world, killed no less than a thousand people, exhausted all means, even delayed his practice, but he never found the whereabouts of this strange treasure …
"That rare treasure is in my hands, do you want it?"
Fang Xing laughed grimly, the formula was completed, and he spread two giant wings of golden feathers with a sound behind his back, the sword energy was dazzling.
"Come and get it!"
"Whew..."
Saying this, Fang Xing took the initiative to attack, wrapped in golden wings, flew up into the air, and turned into golden light.
"Shhhhhh..."
When he pounced, more than a dozen golden sword lights had condensed in the air, as if they were real, and even collided in the air, making a similar sound of real metal collisions, slightly pleasant, splitting the air, and murderous.
"Qingyun locks Hengjiang with a sword..."
Xiao Jianming was taken aback, his body retreated quickly, and his sword spread out.
He started on the defensive for the first time, because he felt an inexplicable crisis...
"Whoosh..."
With a sword across the sky, a big river seemed to appear in front of Xiao Jianming, with iron chains across the river.
The bright moon shines in the sky, and iron locks cross the river.
Any sword power or even hostility was blocked by Da Jiang and kept out of the iron chain.
The defense in Qingyun Nine Swords, lock Hengjiang!
When this sword is cast, it stands like an iron lock on Hengjiang, keeping the enemy out.
"Flicking..."
The sword light struck, chopped on the iron chain, and everything was broken and destroyed.
Seeing this, Fang Xing's eyes turned cold, and more sword lights roared out.
"Shua, Shua, Shua..."
The golden light flashed, and the sky was full of winged sword shadows.
Thirty-six sword lights, the strongest one hundred and eight thousand swords that Fang Xing can operate came out.
"Boom..."
Visions are shredded!
In front of Jian Guang, who was able to go up the Baizhang Waterfall and cut the bluestone into powder, Xiao Jianming's sword power was instantly shattered, the iron chain was broken, the river stopped flowing, and the vision in the sky was swept away. There were seven or eight stabs left, whizzing and flying towards him, Xiao Jianming was startled, swung the iron sword desperately, parried several stabs, but still four or five stabs landed on his body.
"Chi Chi Chi..."
The white shirt shattered, blood spattered, and Xiao Jianming flew upside down like a kite with a string broken.
Although he had tried his best to use his aura to protect his body when the sword light came to him, he was still seriously injured.
After all, this is not a formula, but the secret technique of the Dapeng clan, the Xuanjue of the Yaozu.
The power is so strong that even the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage will have a headache when they encounter it.
"Who do you think I am? The young master is the one who wants to trample on Fuyao Palace, just because you want to steal my things?"
Fang Xing roared, unreasonable and unforgiving, the two golden wings behind his back spread out with a clatter, and he flew up, the sword light was like rain.
Previously it was Xiao Jianming driving Tie Ying and attacking him from the air.
But now, he unfolded the ability to plunder the sky in the 108,000 swords, and began to suppress Xiao Jianming in the air.
"Shhhhhh..."
Feather-shaped sword lights fell one after another.
It is like heavy rain, and it is like falling flowers, covering all the space within a radius of ten feet.
Xiao Jianming tried his best to lift the iron sword, with left and right clumsy, he used Qingyun Nine Swords to block.
But it was useless, although he parried a few swords that pierced his vitals, there were seven or eight more wounds on his body.
At this time, his eyes were full of fear, and he looked at Fang Xing who was approaching him in disbelief.
He could hardly believe that Fang Xing was so strong, it was like watching a cunning fox suddenly turn into a tiger.
Foxes are a headache, but tigers are scary!
At this time, outside of Xiaoqianyan, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect also opened their mouths wide and were speechless.
"This... this brat is beating Senior Brother Xiao..."
"Is he going to win?"
"What kind of spell is this? He obviously doesn't have a sword in his hand, so why is the sword energy so fierce?"
In the stands, Xiao Shanhe also stood up suddenly, his eyes were serious: "This is not our Qingyun sect's secret technique!"
Chen Xuanhua also looked at it in shock, and guessed: "Why is this so similar to the secret technique of the demon king who made a big fuss about our Qingyun Sect three hundred years ago? Could it be... could it be that Uncle Bai Qianzhang subdued the demon king three hundred years ago? When he was forced to ask about it, he discovered its secret technique and passed it on to this brat? No wonder... no wonder... no wonder this brat dared to challenge Jianming, so there is this reliance... "
"Damn brat, it turns out that he really has the Yaozu Xuanjue, but he played tricks on me..."
Elder Qingniao showed hatred in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.
Tie Rukuang also murmured: "This little brat is hiding very deeply, he has never revealed himself..."
Everyone thought they had guessed Fang Xing's real secret, and their emotions were extremely complicated.
Although this Yaozu Xuanjue is not comparable to Bai Qianzhang's true inheritance, it is also a great help for fighting.
In terms of real power, Qingyun Nine Swords Art cannot be compared with it at all.
Today's Xiao Jianming is able to support it with all his strength, purely because this kid's cultivation base is too low to fully control this tactic and display its true power, and it is because Xiao Jianming has worked hard on the Qingyun Nine Swords Art!
However, even so, judging from the situation, Xiao Jianming is also doomed.
Whether intentionally or not, all the elders looked at Xiao Shanhe.
They didn't believe that Xiao Shanhe was willing to let the only blood of their Xiao family die on the stage, so they decided to rescue him.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Shanhe didn't intend to forcibly end the battle, but smiled grimly and said, "It's ridiculous, does this kid really think that he can win Jianming with a mere set of Yaozu Xuanjue that he hasn't mastered yet?" The voice suddenly Chilled, he shouted to Xiao Qianyan: "Jianming, what are you waiting for, if you don't use that thing now, when will you wait?"
Xiao Jianming, who was struggling to support himself on Xiaoqianyan, was startled when he heard this sound: "Yeah, why did I forget that thing?"
The thought flashed across his mind, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Little brat, do you really think you can win against me?"
Amidst the roar, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the iron sword in his hand.
"Om..."
The iron sword was stained with his natal essence and blood, and immediately buzzed, and the sound was loud.
On the dark sword body, a simple and simple rune faintly appeared, and as it reached, a powerful and incomparable aura was released from the sword.
This breath, as thick as its essence, covered the sky and the sun, and instantly enveloped the entire Xiaoqianyan.
This is already a force that surpasses the limit of a monk in the Spiritual Realm.
"The power of the foundation-building monks!"
Tie Rukuang was taken aback, stood up and shouted: "This is forbidden, this is not his power!"
Suzerain Chen Xuanhua also frowned, looking at Xiao Shanhe.
They are old and mature, so they can naturally see that the power released by Xiao Jianming's iron sword is not his own at all, but it is sealed on the iron sword by the monks in the foundation establishment period with secret methods, and Xiao Jianming's natal essence can be used. The blood unsealed that power and released it, which was basically the power of a blow from a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, which was already an external force.
Undoubtedly, the one who sealed this power in it was naturally Xiao Shanhe.
"Hmph, didn't the little ghost defeat Hua Wanye back then with the talisman and magic weapon, didn't he rely on external force? Now that Jianming unseals the seal on the iron sword and releases the power I gave him to protect him, it's the same reason. One's way of dealing with one's own body!" Xiao Shanhe faced everyone's eyes coldly, and sneered disdainfully: "Otherwise, do you really think that I will let Jianming take risks?"
"Okay, we admit defeat!"
Tie Rukuang knew that there was something wrong with Xiao Shanhe's words, but this was not the time to defend himself, so he hurriedly stood up and said loudly.
If it wasn't because Xiao Qianyan could forcefully open it from the outside only with the help of a few of them, he would have already done it himself.
No matter how strong Fang Xing was, it was impossible for him to survive the full blow of a foundation-building monk.
For this reason, he would rather admit defeat immediately.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Shanhe smiled coldly, and said leisurely: "Their battle is not over yet, what's the rush?"