On the iron sword, a flimsy faint shadow appeared, looking at its appearance, it vaguely resembled Xiao Shanhe. On this shadow, the substantive coercion was overwhelming, filling the entire Xiaoqianyan space. In front of him, Fang Xing was like a weak and pitiful lamb, deterred by this coercion that seemed to be powerful. , to bend his oppressed knees to the ground.
Xiao Jianming was covered in blood, and shouted fiercely: "Little devil, are you going to die by my hands?"
For him at this time, fear and pride were mixed, madness and excitement appeared at the same time!
In the short time just now, he really felt the strong killing intent on Fang Xing's body, even if he was 10,000 unwilling in his heart, he had to admit that he was scared at that moment, because he found out that Fang Xing was real Wanting to kill him, and having the ability to kill him, that terrifying and weird secret method put him under extremely terrifying pressure, and he was surrounded by sword shadows all over the sky, and he would die at any time.
The sword lights are different from the illusion of the sword energy in the Qingyun Nine Swords he used, but they are solid like real swords...
While Xiao Jianming was depressed, he had to admit that Fang Xing's combat power had already surpassed him at that moment.
Fortunately, he still has a trick.
His uncle Xiao Shanhe spared no effort to strike at the Foundation Establishment Stage sealed on his sword.
This is the skill his uncle gave him when he left Qingyun Sect five years ago. After all, he is the only practitioner in the generation of Xiao's lineage. His uncle can't let him go out alone without any guarantee. , but, even he did not expect that after traveling for four years, he encountered many dangers and did not break the seal, but at this time he used it...
Crazy coercion surged towards Fang Xinggai.
At this moment, Fang Xing's skin turned red, as if bleeding was about to ooze.
Under the skin, it was faintly bright, as if there were bright flames burning wildly on his skin.
He was not suppressed and managed to support his body.
One is because when he practiced the Hundred Eight Thousand Swords, he went up against the huge waterfall of hundreds of feet, and he was extremely resistant to strong pressure.
What's more, after nearly four years of samadhi real fire training, his physical strength has far surpassed that of ordinary spirit-moving monks. Even Xiao Shanhe's coercion in the middle stage of foundation establishment is still not enough to let him down. kneel.
"Today, even if you move your grandfather out, I will kill you!"
Fang Xing roared, and the wings of the golden sword rolled up behind his back with a clatter, and he rushed towards Xiao Jianming like a golden roc in human form.
Facing the coercion of the monks in the foundation establishment period, he suddenly chose to take the initiative.
Xiao Jianming didn't seem to have expected Fang Xing to be so ruthless, he was taken aback and swung the iron sword hastily.
"Boom..."
The unparalleled power surged out with the momentum of the sword, overwhelming and unrivaled.
The wings of the golden sword on Fang Xing's back intertwined in front of him, resisting the attack of this powerful force for him. There were constant rattling sounds, and the illusory sword shadows were obliterated by the violent force, the sword light shattered, and the golden wings gradually disappeared.
Finally, when he rushed to a distance of more than ten feet in front of Xiao Jianming, both wings disappeared, and he was repelled by the berserk force.
"Wow..."
Fang Xing supported the ground with one palm, his figure slid nearly ten feet above the ground, his face was pale, and the line of his lips was red.
Still too strong!
Sure enough, the power of the foundation building stage cannot be resisted by the agile stage, even if he has practiced the Xuanjue of the Yaozu.
In addition, at this time, he has only cultivated thirty-six solid sword lights, which is not even a small achievement.
In the end, he still couldn't kill Xiao Jianming successfully!
Now, his golden wings are shattered, his aura is exhausted, and he can no longer condense the golden wings in a short time.
Although his aura is pure, but after all, his cultivation base is only at the seventh level of agility, so the amount of aura is far less than that of Xiao Jianming. This is why he used various methods to anger Xiao Jianming at the beginning, and he insisted on not using the hundred and eight thousand swords under his attack. He was consuming Xiao Jianming's spiritual energy, and at the same time he was looking for a flaw, so that he could kill his opponent with a single strike of a hundred thousand eight thousand swords.
Because he understands that if each fights with the strongest attack method, he will not be able to hold on for too long.
Originally, this strategy was about to work, but Xiao Jianming did not expect such a trick.
"Hey, this little ghost's aura is almost exhausted, let's see what else you can do!"
Xiao Shanhe's face was gloomy, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Sword blares, breaks his limbs, destroys his meridians... save his life!"
Tie Rukuang next to him was furious, jumped up and shouted: "Xiao Shanhe, you are only performing martial arts in the inner sect, why are you so vicious?"
Xiao Shanhe glanced at him coldly, and said coldly: "This brat hasn't conceded defeat yet, no matter what Jianming does, it's in compliance with the rules!"
Tie Ru roared furiously, and with a sledgehammer in his palm, he was about to smash his head at Xiao Shanhe.
However, Chen Xuanhua who was beside him suddenly made a move, resisted the sledgehammer, and shook his head helplessly at Tieru.
The matter has come to this point, even if Tie Rukuang fights with Xiao Shanhe, it will not help the matter.
On the contrary, it will make Tie Rukuang deeply bonded with Xiao Shanhe's Liang Zi, and when he breaks through the golden core in the future, he will definitely make trouble for Tie Rukuang.
"Break limbs, destroy meridians, save a life?"
Xiao Jianming in Xiaoqianyan heard his uncle's order, a sneer appeared on his face, he stared closely at Fang Xingdao: "I like this arrangement of uncle very much, brat, I will make you into a stick and torture you day and night..."
The former Xiao Jianming didn't intend to save Fang's life, he just wanted to kill him immediately.
But at this time, the winning ticket is in his hands, and he suddenly learned that Fang Xing is the tenth thief who escaped from the ghost smoke valley, which made his obsession rise uncontrollably, he wanted to catch Fang Xing, Ask about the whereabouts of the rare treasures in the nine coffins.
With a wave of the iron sword, the foundation-building power contained in it gushed out, turning into phantoms like chains and chains, which bound Fang Xing firmly. Faced with the iron chains, Fang Xing didn't even have the ability to hide For him, the power of building a foundation can even be said to be a kind of power that he doesn't understand at all. It is different from the power of the agile stage in nature, and it cannot be dodged, let alone resisted.
Xiao Jianming walked over with an iron sword in his hand, with a sneer on his face, he raised his sword and slashed at Fang Xing's left arm.
Outside Xiaoqianyan, the disciples of Duan Zhengu, Qin Xing'er, Liu Heihu and others couldn't help turning their heads away.
Can't bear to see the next scene of blood spattering.
At this moment, Fang Xing was furious, and his teeth were clenched.
When Xiao Jianming's sword came down, a sense of crisis between life and death suddenly appeared in Fang Xing's heart. At the moment of life and death, a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help himself. A smear of blood appeared, and a roar sounded in his ears. It was an indelible projection left by a picture in Fang Xing's heart.
"Decapitation picture..."
Fang Xing murmured, blessed to the soul...
Inside his body, in the sea of consciousness, the Golden Winged Roc King was looking at the sea of fire in front of him in horror.
He didn't know why, but suddenly, in Fang Xing's sea of consciousness, the raging Samadhi True Fire burned angrily.
In desperation, he had no choice but to hide under Fang Xing's true spirit altar in order to avoid his fate of being refined.
The horror of this non-human Samadhi real fire is simply hard to describe in words.
What made him even more terrified was that in the depths of the sea of flames, there was actually a ray of sword light.
It was just a flash of sword light, faintly visible, but it made him feel an unfathomable sense of terror.
I can't see through it, I don't understand it, but I know its horror.
It must be known that Dapeng Xie Wang was originally a demon king of the Golden Core stage. Although he has lost his demon body and cultivation base, his knowledge is still there, but even with his knowledge, he is completely unable to guess the depth of the sword light with mysterious...
That feeling is like God's will!
The sword of God's will is unpredictable!
"Om..."
When Xiao Jianming's sword fell, Fang Xing, who was bound by the power of foundation building, suddenly heard a strange trembling sound. This sound became clearer and more distant, like someone flicking a sword, very It was pleasant to the ear, but it contained incomparably terrifying power. When it sounded, the foundation-building power bound to Fang Xing's body suddenly shattered piece by piece, like tearing paper.
Even Xiao Jianming, who fell down with a sword, changed his face drastically, staggered back a few steps, and looked at Fang Xing in disbelief.
He felt that there was a vague and unpredictable terrifying aura on Fang Xing's body.
Just this breath made him terrified, and he even had the urge to kneel down and worship.
It's like facing God's will!
Ethereal without a trace, but unpredictable the will of God!
God's will, that is an existence higher than immortals!
What about the power of foundation building
In front of God's will, she is as small as a mustard seed!
Outside of Xiao Qianyan, the expressions of Xiao Shanhe and the others also gradually changed.
The higher the cultivation level, the more you can feel the strange and terrifying aura on Fang Xing's body.
Although Xiao Shanhe couldn't tell what kind of aura it was, the crisis that emerged in his heart told him that it was very dangerous!
"Not good, Xiao Jianming retreat quickly..."
Xiao Shanhe suddenly yelled, desperate to let Xiao Jianming open Xiaoqianyan from the inside and escape.
Although this means that Xiao Jianming lost, but this is irrelevant.
But what he didn't expect was that Xiao Jianming's mind was frightened at this moment, and he seemed to be unable to hear his words.
"Quick, quick... open Xiaoqianyan..."
Xiao Shanhe roared, flew up and came to Xiaoqianyan, and wanted to open Xiaoqianyan from the outside.
He didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, for fear that in the next second, the only inheritor of Xiao's generation would lose his life. Following his figure approaching, a red shadow also followed and shot together with him, and another blue-clothed figure rushed over, it was Elder Qingniao and Elder Shuwengu Chen Baoyan. Desperately break Xiao Qianyan's magic circle.
However, the Xiaoqianyan magic circle is extremely complicated, and it is very difficult to open it from the outside. Even three people cannot crack it in a short time.
Xiao Shanhe turned his head angrily, and shouted: "Are you two going to die?"
In the stands, Chen Xuanhua sighed softly, and walked over slowly, at a speed not much faster than the eighty-year-old lady.
But Tie Rukuang simply turned his head, sneered, and said, "The competition is not over yet, what's the rush?"