Above the iron sword, a faint shadow appeared. Judging from its appearance, it was vaguely like a Xiaoshan River. On this shadow, the pressure of the substance was overwhelming and filled the entire space of the small Qianyan. In front of him, Fang Xing was like a weak pitiful lamb, who was deterred by the pressure that seemed to reach Wanjun, and wanted to tilt his knees and kneel on the ground.

Xiao Jianming was covered in blood and shouted loudly: "Little devil, aren't you going to die in my hands?"

At this moment, he was mixed with fear and pride, and madness and excitement appeared together!

In the short time just now, he really felt the strong murderous intent on Fang Xing. Even if he was unwilling to do so, he would admit that he was scared at that moment because he found that Fang Xing really wanted to kill him and had the ability to kill him. The terrifying and strange secret technique put him under extremely terrifying pressure. He was in the shadow of the sword in the sky and could die at any time.

The sword lights were different from the illusion of the sword energy of the Qingyun Nine Swords he used, and they were as solid as real swords...

While Xiao Jianming was depressed, he had to admit that Fang Xing's combat power had surpassed him at that moment.

Fortunately, he had another move.

His uncle Xiao Shanhe spared no effort to save his life and blood, and a strike on the foundation-building stage sealed on his sword.

This was the skill given to him by his uncle when he left Qingyun Sect five years ago. After all, he was the only practitioner in the Xiao family's generation. His uncle could not let him go out alone without any guarantee. However, even he did not expect that he had encountered many dangers when he had been away for four years, but he did not untie the seal, but he used it at this time...

Crazy pressure surged into the direction.

At this moment, Fang Xing's skin turned red, and it seemed that he was about to seep blood.

Under his skin, there was a faint light, and there seemed to be a shaking flame burning wildly above his skin.

He was not suppressed and tried hard to support his body.

One reason is that when he was practicing 108,000 swords, he went up a hundred feet of waterfall and had a strong resistance to strong pressure.

In addition, after almost four years of training in Samadhi True Fire, his physical strength is far beyond ordinary spiritual cultivators. Even the pressure of Xiao Shanhe in the middle stage of foundation building is not enough to make him kneel down.

"Today, even if you move your grandpa out, you will have to kill you!"

Fang Xing roared, and the golden sword wings rolled up with a rush, and rushed towards Xiao Jianming like a human-shaped golden roll.

Faced with the pressure of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he suddenly chose to take the initiative.

Xiao Jianming seemed not to have thought Fang Xing was so cruel, so he was immediately startled and swung the iron sword out in a hurry.

"boom……"

The unparalleled power surged out with the sword, overwhelmingly overwhelming.

The golden sword wings behind Fang Xing were intertwined in front of him, resisting the attack of this powerful force. The sound of sounds continued, and the illusory sword shadows were constantly being wiped out by the violent force, the sword light was shattered, and the golden wings gradually disappeared.

Finally, when he rushed to more than a meter away in front of Xiao Jianming, his wings disappeared, and he was repelled by violent force.

“Wow…”

Fang Xing supported the ground with one palm, and his body slid nearly ten feet on the ground, his face was pale and his lips were bloody.

Still too strong!

The power of the Foundation Establishment Stage is indeed not something that can be resisted by the Agility Stage, and even if he practices the Mystery of the Demon Clan, he will not be able to do so.

In addition, at this time, he only practiced thirty-six fruitful sword lights, which was not even worthy of Xiao Chengdu.

In the end, it is still impossible to successfully cut Xiao Jianming off!

Now that he has broken golden wings and exhausted spiritual energy, he can no longer condense his golden wings in a short period of time.

Although his spiritual energy is pure, his cultivation is only at the seventh level of agility, so the amount of spiritual energy is far less than that of Xiao Jianming. This is also the reason why he angered Xiao Jianming through various methods at the beginning and insisted on not using 100,000 swords under his attack. He was consuming Xiao Jianming's spiritual energy, and at the same time looking for a flaw, so that he could kill his opponent with one blow of 108,000 swords.

Because he understood that if each of them had the strongest attack methods to confront each other, he would not have been able to hold on for too long.

Originally, this plan was about to work, but unexpectedly, Xiao Jianming left such a move.

"Hehe, this little ghost's spiritual energy has been consumed almost. It depends on what methods you have!"

Xiao Shanhe had a sinister face and suddenly shouted loudly: "Swords sounded, cut off his limbs, destroy his meridians... and save his life!"

Tie Rumakui next to him was furious and jumped up and shouted: "Xiao Shanhe, just an inner martial artsman, why is he so vicious?"

Xiao Shanhe looked at him coldly and said in a cold voice: "This little devil hasn't admitted defeat yet. No matter what Jian Ming does, he will follow the rules!"

Tie Ru roared violently, and there was an extra hammer in her palm, and she was about to smash Xiao Shanhe.

However, Chen Xuanhua next to him suddenly took action, pressed against the sledgehammer, and shook his head helplessly at Tieru.

Now that things have come to this point, even Tie Rukuang and Xiao Shanhe have a big battle, it will be useless.

Instead, Tie Rukuang will become deeply connected with Xiao Shanhe's Liangzi. When he breaks through the golden elixir in the future, he will definitely cause trouble for Tie Rukuang.

"Broken limbs, destroy meridians, and save a life?"

Xiao Jianming, who was in Xiao Qianyan, heard his uncle's order, showed a sneer on his face, staring at Fang Xing tightly and said, "I like this uncle's arrangement very much. Little kid, I want to make you a human stick and question you day and night..."

Xiao Jianming had no intention of saving Fang Xing's life before, he just wanted to kill him immediately.

However, at this time, the chance of victory was in hand, and suddenly he learned that Fang Xing was the tenth thief who escaped from Guiyan Valley, which made his obsession rise in his heart difficult to stop. He wanted to catch Fang Xing and ask about the whereabouts of the Nine Coffin Treasure.

With the iron sword swing, the foundation-building power contained in it surged out, turning into chain-like phantoms, firmly bound Fang Xing. Faced with the bondage of the iron chain, Fang Xing did not even have the ability to dodge. The foundation-building power can even be said to be a force that he did not understand at all. It is different from the power in the agility stage. It cannot dodge, and cannot resist it.

Xiao Jianming walked over with an iron sword in his hand, sneered in a sarcastic manner, raised his sword in his hand, and slashed his left arm straight towards Fang Xing.

Xiao Qianyanwai, disciples of the Forge True Valley, Qin Xing'er, Liu Heihu and others couldn't help but turn aside.

I can't bear to see the next scene of flesh and blood splattering.

At this time, Fang Xing was angry like the sea, and his teeth were chewing.

When Xiao Jianming's sword fell, a sense of crisis between life and death suddenly appeared in Fang Xing's heart. When the life and death suddenly passed, a strange light suddenly flashed through his eyes, and a roar appeared in his whole body, and a roar sounded in his ears. It was an indelible projection that the picture once left in Fang Xing's heart.

"Beheading picture..."

Just walking and whispering, blessings reach the heart...

In 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 true fire of the bear Samadhi burned angrily.

In desperation, he could only hide under Fang Xing's true spirit altar to avoid the consequences of being refined.

This kind of terror of the true fire of Samadhi, which is not of the human world, is simply hard to describe in words.

What made him even more frightened was that there was a sword light in the depths of the sea of ​​fire.

It was just a sword light, looming, but it made him feel an unpredictable sense of horror.

I can't see through, I can't understand, but I know it's terrible.

It should be known that the evil king of Dapeng was originally a demon king in the Golden Pill stage. Although he has lost his demon body and has no cultivation, his knowledge is still there. However, even his knowledge is completely unable to guess the depth and mystery of the sword light...

That feeling is like God's will!

The sword of heavenly will, no depth!

“Buzz…”

As Xiao Jianming's sword fell, a strange trembling sound suddenly sounded beside Fang Xing, who was bound by the power of foundation building. This sound became more and more distant, just like someone flicking the sword with a light finger, which was very pleasant, but it contained extremely terrifying power. When it sounded, the foundation building power bound to Fang Xing's body suddenly broke one after another, like tearing paper.

Even Xiao Jianming, who had fallen down with one sword, changed his face and staggered back a few steps, looking at Fang Xing in disbelief.

He felt that a faint and unpredictable aura appeared on Fang Xing.

This breath alone made him very frightened and even had the urge to kneel down and worship.

It's like facing God's will!

The will of heaven is unpredictable!

God's will, that is an existence higher than immortals!

So what about the power of foundation building?

In front of God's will, it's as small as mustard seeds!

Outside Xiao Qianyan, Xiao Shanhe and others' faces gradually changed.

The higher the cultivation level, the more you can feel the strange 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!

"No, Xiao Jianming retreated quickly..."

Xiao Shanhe suddenly shouted, desperate to let Xiao Jianming open Xiao Qianyan from the inside and escape.

Although this means that Xiao Jianming lost, he is not careful.

But what he could not imagine was that Xiao Jianming was shocked at this time and seemed to be unable to hear his words.

"Hurry and hurry... open Xiao Qianyan..."

Xiao Shanhe roared, flew up, and came outside Xiao Qianyan, and wanted to open Xiao Qianyan from outside.

He did not dare to be negligent, for fear that the only inheritor in the Xiao generation would lose his life in the next second. As his figure came, a red shadow followed him and took action with him. Another blue-clothed one was Elder Bluebird and Elder Shuwengu Chen Baoyan. The three of them all attacked Xiao Qianyan, and they tried their best to break Xiao Qianyan's magic array.

However, the Xiao Qianyan magic array is extremely complex and it is very difficult to open from outside. Even three people cannot crack it in a short time.

Xiao Shanhe turned his head angrily and shouted: "Do you two want to save them when you die?"

In the stands, Chen Xuanhua sighed softly and walked slowly over. The speed was not much faster than that of the 80-year-old old lady.

Tie Rukuang simply turned his head, sneered, and said, "The competition is not over yet, what's the hurry?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: I am a clone. When the old ghost saw the subscription decline, he was already crying in the toilet...
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