Mu Hei did not retreat but advanced. With the help of his elder brother, he became even more fierce, pressing forward step by step, with a feminine look on his lips.
The soul-seducing iron rope is extremely black, sweeping across thousands of armies, reverberating back, its outgoing force is fierce, and its return force is even more fierce. The soul-seducing iron rope is like a hemp rope, twisting and turning, turning thousands of times.
Fang Xiu stood up with his sword, and the Tyrant Sword kept slashing down, but the power of the soul-drawing iron rope was far beyond his imagination. Fang Xiu did not expect that the soul-drawing iron chain could hit his soul hard, which was quite terrifying.
The iron chains rippled and wrapped around the Tyrant Sword, like a black snake coming out of its hole, cunning and strange, charging forward with greater intensity.
And Mu Bai was holding a soul-destroying stick in his hand. The iron rod was covered with spikes, like wolf fangs, and the stick was stretched horizontally. It also carried terrifying energy fluctuations, and was quite powerful in attacking souls.
Fang Xiu's eyes were cold and he didn't dare to neglect. Now, his soul has been severely damaged. If the two of them were to take advantage of it, his soul would probably collapse, and he would never be given the slightest chance.
Iron chains cross the river, and iron bars are like mountains. When the two meet, it is called a vicious, black and white nickname, and it is not for nothing.
Fang Xiu holds the sword in his hand, as steady as Mount Tai, fighting and retreating at the same time.
"Lingtian style!"
Fang Xiu was firing on all cylinders. He had to show some real skills against the two strong men in the middle stage of the King of Martial Arts, and he had to drag them into his own rhythm. Only in this way could he ensure that his offensive could always be achieved.
As one.
Ling Tian's sword, with a domineering style, black and white, was directly knocked back several steps, but their attacks never fell. Several times of impact, they were very stalemate. Only then could they suppress it with the force of the sword, but two thousand people were hit.
The monster from the Soul Sect really exceeded his expectations. He fought so fiercely with him. Lei Aluo from the Shangqing Palace could not defeat him, but the two of them were quite powerful and almost defeated him.
"A fatal blow!"
Mu Bai's impact was extremely violent, like a mad bull, hitting the Tyrant Sword. His vitality surged and his soul trembled. Fang Xiu couldn't help but take two steps back, frowning because his current soul was too weak.
Well, if you continue to stick to a stalemate, you will definitely suffer the consequences, and you must make a quick decision.
"damn thing!"
Fang Xiu's eyes turned cold, and he flattened the soul-destroying stick with one sword, which interacted with Mu Bai and created a series of sparks that splashed out in all directions.
Mu Hei was already approaching behind him. Fang Xiu was thinking hard, using all his strength, he punched vertically and horizontally, and used 99% of his offensive power.
"One inch of sky and space!"
This is the first time that Fang Xiu has used the Three-Step Inch Fist. Within three steps, the punch is the fastest. The one-step punch is hard and fast. Let alone the Three-step Inch Fist, the power of the punch explodes and destroys everything.
This time, Mu Hei didn't expect it at all. This guy's hook was directly wrapped around Fang Xiu's arm, but this punch was really too hard. Such a close impact, a powerful punch,
Unparalleled.
"puff--"
Mu Hei spurted blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Fang Xiu's heavy punch even shook his own hook, and his chest, his five internal organs, were exactly what he wanted.
The six internal organs were completely shattered and the flesh and blood were blurred. It was a pity that this scene could not be seen at all.
With every inch of strength, the fist collapses, centered on the circle of heaven and earth. With this punch, Fang Xiu completely breaks the previous restraints and perfectly demonstrates the terror of this move.
Mu Hei's body was thrown away like a kite with its string broken, drawing an arc and finally settling in front, stirring up a burst of dust.
"hiss!"
Even Jian Chen was slightly stunned. It was so cruel. Fang Xiu was definitely the ancestor of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Two masters in the middle stage of the King of Martial Arts were killed by him. Once the two people were separated, they would no longer be the same.
It was so harsh before.
Without the joint suppression, Fang Xiu felt as if he had divine help. With a flip of his hand, he could swing his sword across the world and his energy could rise to the sky.
"Kuroko!"
Mu Bai roared, his pupils constricted, and tears flew from his eyes, because he could feel that his brother was completely lifeless.
"No--"
The violent roar was deafening, Mu Bai swept through thousands of troops, and the soul-killing rod went straight to Fang Xiu. In anger, his momentum became even more powerful, but without Mu Hei's linkage, he could not be Fang Xiu's opponent at all. The Divine Sword
With Fang Xiu in hand, Fang Xiu ascended the clouds, slashing with the heavy sword, climbing to the top step by step. The violent power made Mu Bai almost breathless. His anger was not fully displayed, but it was already destroyed by the storm.
The overbearing sword was cut beyond recognition, and he could only run for his life.
"I kill you!"
Mu Bai and Mu Hei were in a state of despair. If one of them died, the other would not be able to unleash their astonishing fighting power. However, in the confrontation between Fang Xiu and Mu Bai, it took less than ten moves to suppress him with absolute suppression.
The soul-destroying stick chopped it into pieces beyond recognition.
Mu Bai has lost his mind, but he has ignored one point. Fang Xiu's combat power is too strong. The previous Mu Hei is the best proof. Without the support of his younger brother, even if he bravely wins the three armies and conquers the mountains,
, and was no match for Fang Xiu. The intimidation of the Tyrant Sword had already given Mu Bai the greatest suppressive power.
"Now, it's time to end!"
Fang Xiu's eyes were full of murderous intent. Ling Tian's sword was directly carried with a huge force. The heavy sword opened and cut off the soul-destroying rod. Mu Bai's body was also split into two halves, and blood flowed out.
The cross current dyed several stone monuments around it red, making it look particularly eerie.
"call--"
Fang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and took back the Tyrant Sword, but this battle also consumed him a lot, and his soul became even weaker after this battle. Now he must have a good rest.
It’s good to restore your mental state for a while. For an ordinary person, if the soul is injured, the soul-destroying rod and the soul hooking rope are probably enough to drink a pot. Fortunately, Fang Xiu’s soul is strong enough to survive until this moment.
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"You are really hardworking, but you are also the most terrifying genius I have ever seen."
Jian Chen did not hesitate to praise Fang Xiu at all. With half the strength of a Martial King, he killed two mid-level Martial King masters. This is not something that anyone can do. Even he couldn't do it back then. This has already been done.
It's not something that can be controlled by his cultivation level. Fang Xiu's body is like a magical weapon, capable of doing anything against him.
"Luckily, I'll give you these two soul beads, and you can recover well."
Fang Xiu picked up the two soul beads in Mu Bai's hand and threw them to Jian Chen.
"good!"
The two looked at each other, and they began to trust each other more. At least in this ancient tomb cemetery, mutual support is still very necessary, and Fang Xiu knew that the crisis in this ancient tomb cemetery was definitely not going to happen.
Young Master, with Jian Chen here, he has an extra guide, why not?
Under Jian Chen's search, the two found a very secret place under the crooked neck tree and began to gradually restore their souls.
This time, Fang Xiu is even more prepared to make a serious impact. He must make his soul reach the peak of the sixth level. Otherwise, if he encounters more dangers in the future, he will be able to deal with them calmly.
Fang Xiu now has more than ten soul beads in his hand, but the largest one is the soul bead of the Hidden Demon Emperor.
"Absorb these soul beads first."
Fang Xiu's mind was unified, he restrained his Dantian, and began to absorb it wholeheartedly. The soul beads were the last residual soul essence of these powerful men. They were more effective than some panaceas.
Each soul bead has countless soul powers flowing from it. Fang Xiu concentrated his concentration and sucked all the soul power into his body like a whale swallowing it. At that moment, Fang Xiu's mental feeling
Sublimating again and again, the transformation of the soul's power continues to sprint.
Time passed by, and after absorbing all the fourth- and fifth-grade soul beads, Fang Xiu's mental power had been completely restored, and he was three points better than before, but he was still far from reaching the peak of sixth-grade.
The sixth-grade soul bead of the Hidden Demon Emperor is a crucial part.
"Success or failure is up to you."
Fang Xiu worked non-stop, striking while the iron was hot, and started to devour the last soul bead as quickly as possible. Fang Xiu did not dare to hope for the seventh-grade soul bead, but reaching the peak of sixth-grade soul should not be a problem.
Sure enough, the energy of this last sixth-grade soul bead caused the power of the soul in Fang Xiu's body to surge instantly, like a blowout, and he was like a sprouting grass, sucking the nectar of spring crazily.
Fang Xiu was wandering in the bath of the soul power, and even forgot the time. This feeling was so comfortable. The pure power of the soul was obtained after layers of squeezing. The powerful emperor
It can be seen that this time is definitely a dream experience for Fang Xiu.
"call--"
"suck--"
Fang Xiu kept talking, and after three days and three nights, he finally refined all the soul power of the Zangmo Emperor. At this moment, his soul power reached the terrifying sixth level.
At the peak, this is Fang Xiu's biggest gain.
"You finally woke up. I can't believe it. You have reached the peak of the sixth level. Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are heroes in the world. You really opened my eyes."
Jian Chen said with a smile.
"Hahaha, it's so happy. This feeling is so good."
Fang Xiu moved his muscles and bones, and his whole body felt as if infinite power was about to burst out from his body.
"Have you recovered too?"
Fang Xiu asked.
"Well, my body is already a remnant soul. It's already very good to have two soul beads restored."
Jian Chen nodded, but at this moment, in the distant night sky, a rainbow shadow tore through the sky, and then, one after another, rainbow shadows spread out, like a furnace exploding.
Looking at the sky from a distance, Jian Chen's expression also became very solemn.
"There seems to be movement over there."
Jian Chen said, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
"What do you mean? What is that?"
Fang Xiu said in a low voice.
"That place is neither the territory of Emperor Jingwei nor the territory of Luo Hu. It is very likely..."
Jian Chen murmured in a low voice.
"Why are you hesitating? Who is it?"
Fang Xiu frowned. For some reason, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"The Blood-Hungry Ancient Vine! It is a kind of existence that looks like a human but not a human being, and looks like a spirit but not a spirit."