Fang Xiu's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it, could this thing even peel off the paint on its own?
The rust on this broken sword gradually fell off, and then what appeared in Fang Xiu's eyes was a blue long sword, which made him, a monk Zhang Er, confused and didn't know what to do.
Fang Xiu took a step forward, wanting to grab the azure blue sword in front of him, but the sudden appearance of the blue figure made his scalp numb, and he took a few steps back to prepare for the attack.
"You...are you the Zhenwu Emperor?"
Fang Xiu said in a deep voice.
"A sword is divided into three parts. The sword cuts off the life and death of the soul. The sword realm enters the Mahayana. There is no one like me. I am willing to shake the chaos by myself. The light of one sword is cold for nineteen days."
The blue figure murmured in its mouth. After staring at Fang Xiu for a few seconds, it turned into a cloud of smoke. There was a touch of expectation and hope in its eyes. Fang Xiu was puzzled. At the same moment, the blue figure
The long sword instantly broke into three pieces and disappeared into Fang Xiu's mind.
Fang Xiu was shocked, and the storm in his mind started again.
"Is this the triple sword realm?"
Fang Xiu was extremely happy. The three severing swords represented the three realms of swords. The first realm of Sword Soul could rival the Martial Emperor. The first realm of Sword Saint could compete with the Martial Saint. The first realm of Sword God could destroy him.
God of war.
"In a lifetime of true martial arts, one can challenge the gods of martial arts!"
Fang Xiu murmured. At this moment, he finally understood where the arrogance of Emperor Zhenwu came from. The realm of triple swordsmanship made him invincible and unstoppable, because he had opened up an unstoppable path.
The realm of swordsmanship that he can reach, this is where his true power lies.
The Three Cutting Swords are the three realms of swordsmanship left behind by Emperor Zhenwu, making Fang Xiudu feel like he was enlightened.
However, the realm of swordsmanship cannot be understood overnight. Although the prototype of this triple realm of swordsmanship already exists, it cannot be achieved instantly. It took Emperor Zhenwu a lifetime to reach the peak of the realm of swordsmanship, even if
Fang Xiu is the eternal supreme body, and it definitely cannot be achieved in a short time.
After comprehending the realm of swordsmanship and meditating for half an hour, Fang Xiu finally felt a hint of the threshold of the realm of sword soul. Even though the true meaning of the three realms of swordsmanship penetrated his mind, Fang Xiu still needed endless fierce battles to gradually comprehend it.
However, at this time, Fang Xiu felt that his swordsmanship was obviously much stronger, which was derived from the essence of the triple sword realm.
However, the road ahead is long and there is still a lot to do.
The Six Paths of Tyrant Sword Technique is just a powerful sword formula. Only by relying on the Tyrant Sword can one become extremely powerful. But at this moment, Fang Xiu really came into contact with the so-called triple sword realm of Emperor Zhenwu. Only then did he feel the path of the sword.
How far away, how vast, how all-encompassing.
Once the realm of swordsmanship is improved, it will be a qualitative transformation. Even the Six Paths Hegemony Sword Art cannot compete with it, because in the realm of swordsmanship, what is perceived is the heaven and earth, and the sword is in the heaven and earth, rather than each move.
"The realm of Sword Soul...is really not easy."
Fang Xiu calmed down his mind and his face was radiant. In this battle, he had completely completed the transformation of the spirit martial realm, and the triple sword realm also made him more and more excited. If he could one day break through the realm of sword soul, maybe
You can achieve the strength of Emperor Zhenwu who ascends to the altar and defeats ten thousand swords with one sword.
There is a long way to go on this day, but Fang Xiu knows that he can definitely do it!
Fang Xiu stood up and looked ahead. In the valley at this moment, the sound of the battle had reached a fever pitch. However, in this battle, the person Fang Xiu had to face might no longer be the masters of Xuedang Mountain, but
Han Feng!
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner, Han Feng, I will never let you go."
Fang Xiu flew up, cut through the air with his sword, and returned to the valley where the battle was in flames.
Countless people died in the valley, and blood flowed into rivers. Even the Tianzihao Holy Guard, which had more than 80 people, had lost half of its members at this time. The tragedy was completely indescribable. At this time, Xue Dang Mountain
There were also countless casualties, with only less than two hundred people left, hanging on for breath. The bursts of shouts of killing still made people's blood rush, but the flames of war ignited the prairie fire, and no one was spared.
Fang Xiu saw Hu Wei and Chu Han. Both of them were not seriously injured, but they were still in a very embarrassed state and had some injuries on their bodies. Even Chu Han, who looked like a woman, was no exception. However, in the flames of war,
In the middle, that beautiful face, with a hint of war smoke, makes people's hearts beat even more.
"Brother!"
Hu Wei saw Fang Xiu immediately, repelled the enemies in front of him, and quickly ran towards Fang Xiu. He had wanted to find Fang Xiu for a long time, but it was a pity that these people kept pestering him, making it difficult for him to move forward. Those guys joined forces.
Come on, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp. The bloody battle in the mountains made Hu Wei feel his blood boiling.
However, in his eyes, it is obviously the eldest brother Fang Xiu who is more important.
Hu Wei held Fang Xiu's arm tightly, his face full of excitement.
"I'm fine! The person who wanted to kill me is already dead."
Fang Xiu smiled.
At this moment, Chu Han saw Fang Xiu's appearance and rushed over quickly.
"Are you OK?"
Chu Han asked nervously. Although it was not a greeting of love, at least she really cared about Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu shook his head and looked into the distance, staring at Han Feng who was fighting with the Blood Knife Ancestor, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
"Artest and the others?"
Chu Han said in surprise.
"They are all dead, in my hands."
Fang Xiu said seriously.
Chu Han's face was full of shock.
"They wanted to kill me to silence me, lure the enemy deeper, and divert trouble to the east. I killed everyone."
Fang Xiu said calmly, extremely calmly, but Chu Han's heart was stirred up. Why did Artest want to kill Fang Xiu completely? Is it just because of the quarrel between the two people? Because of Xu Yulong, he
Want to kill them all?
"This son of a bitch, grandma is a bitch. Fortunately he is dead, otherwise I would have made his ass bloom."
Hu Wei said cursingly.
"Could it be...that it's the Chen family?"
Chu Han looked at Fang Xiu meaningfully, while Hu Wei also looked confused.
"What does this matter have to do with the Chen family?"
Fang Xiu always looked at Han Feng, his eyes burning.
"You guessed it right, but he was just used as a gun. The person in front of him is the real owner."
The fighting spirit in his eyes was extremely obvious, and Chu Han was shocked. Although he didn't want to believe it, there was no doubt that Artest had been pressing forward step by step, diverting trouble to the east, making Fang Xiu deeply saddened.
When you are trapped, everything is planned.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Chu Han seemed to be aware of Fang Xiu's thoughts, which was quite dangerous. Although his strength had broken through the Lingwu realm, Han Feng had reached the Lingwu realm. His eyes made him want to kill Han Feng with a thousand cuts.
Same as the chop.
"It is not a gentleman to refuse to retaliate. Now that I know who is behind the scenes, I will rest and I will never sit back and wait for death."
Fang Xiu said in a deep voice.
"I'll go with you, big brother. The worst we can do is leave and end up in Black Wind City, right? I don't care about it."
Hu Wei didn't take Black Wind City's sacred guards seriously at all.
"You don't need to be there, I'll just deal with him."
Fang Xiu looked forward. The battle between Han Feng and the Blood Knife Ancestor was also very fierce. Both sides refused to give in. The Blood Knife Ancestor who was half a step into the True Martial Realm actually defeated Han Feng, who was at the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Martial Realm.
There was no way around them, and even they were retreating steadily. However, the gap between the two people still did not narrow, and it was very difficult to kill each other.
The reputation of the eight-armed human slaughterer was vividly displayed at this moment, shocking everyone in the Yamada Gang of Xuedang Mountain, and inspiring all the sacred guards. Even Fang Xiu had to admit that Han Feng was really too strong, and he was not at all
his opponent.
However, he will never give up, and this may be his only chance. If he does not take this opportunity to kill Han Feng, he may not be able to move forward under his hands after returning to Black Wind City.
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Han Feng's strength is definitely beyond your imagination. Fang Xiu, don't be too impulsive."
Chu Han was also doing it for Fang Xiu's good. At this time, if Fang Xiu persisted in going his own way, it was very likely that all the sacred guards would be wiped out, and the situation would even become more passive.
"Han Feng has taken the absolute initiative. It should not be far away to defeat the Blood Knife Ancestor. By then, it won't be too late for me to take action."
Fang Xiu said with an indifferent expression, he has made up his mind, today, he will kill Han Feng!
Now Han Feng has spent a lot of energy in the fierce battle with the Blood Knife Ancestor. The two of them went back and forth in a life-and-death fight. No one took a step back, but it was obvious that Han Feng had gradually stabilized the situation of the battle.
, The blood knife in the hands of the ancestor of the blood knife is indeed powerful, but the spear of the Eight-Armed Human Slaughter is also sharp, and the spear shadows pierce the sky layer by layer, falling from the sky like a broken bamboo.
The ancestor of the Blood Knife had a stern look on his face. He looked at all his people. All of them had been lost. Only a hundred or so people were left struggling desperately. And he fell into a state of passivity. He gritted his teeth, his red hair danced wildly, and his blood flowed.
Dripping, the injuries on his body have become more and more serious.
"Han Feng, ancestor, I admit defeat today, let's wait and see."
The Blood Knife Ancestor was very nervous. He knew that it was difficult to withstand Han Feng's impact. It was better to run away and help him early. Otherwise, if he continued to be entangled by this guy, he might really die here.
Seeing that the situation was over, all the accumulation and painstaking efforts he had made in Xuedang Mountain for so many years were about to be destroyed. The Blood Knife Ancestor couldn't bear it, but if he continued to fight, there was only one way to die.
As long as the green hills are still there, he won't be afraid of running out of firewood. If his old life really ends here, he won't be willing to do so.
"Want to leave? Then you have to ask about the Hongying Dragon Slaying Spear in my hand!"
Han Feng sneered. The matter has come to this. Both of them have used all their means. No one can even think of taking a step back. Since Han Feng came under the command, he must complete the task.
"Blood-weeping blade!"
The Blood Knife Ancestor's eyes were about to burst, and he struck with all his strength, trying to carve out a path of blood. He felt extremely anxious. This was the most difficult battle since he had entered the half-step of the True Martial Realm.
"The shadow of the gun in troubled times!"
Han Feng does not retreat but advances. Now as long as he works hard, this Blood Sword Ancestor is definitely not his opponent. Even if he is at the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Martial Realm, his Red Tassel Dragon Slaying Spear is more domineering, and his own strength and talent are also
What's even better, the reputation of the eight-armed human slaughterer is no joke. Han Feng's cultivation and achievements today are all achieved through his own efforts.
In this battle, he must kill the Blood Sword Ancestor to boost his reputation.
The shadows of guns filled the sky, and the blood-weeping blades of the Blood Knife Ancestor emerged one after another. Finally, they were completely defeated by Han Feng's gun Mang. The terrifying vitality poured out. Wherever the gun Mang passed, not a blade of grass grew. The Blood Knife Ancestor's pupils tightened.
The evil spirit is so strong that even if he dies, he will never let Han Feng have an easy time!
"Ancestor, I will die with you!"
The Blood Knife Ancestor roared, and rushed towards Han Feng like a moth rushing to a flame. Since there was no way out, he would fight to the death.
"You are thinking too much. You are not worthy of dying with me. Get out of here!"
Han Feng twisted the spear and smashed it down, directly forcing the Blood Knife Ancestor back. The Blood Knife Ancestor's self-destruction instantly exploded into the sky. Everyone stared at this scene with fear.
No matter they are members of the Yamada Gang or the Holy Guard, there is no exception. This thunder resounds through the clouds, and a strong man who is half a step into the True Martial Realm self-destructs. Who can do it?
Han Feng flew away with a gloomy face. Although he had already dodged, this guy's self-destruction was too perverted, and the aftermath still hurt him. Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise the final result would have been hard to say.
Han Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The ancestor of the Blood Sword was dead and turned into blood mist all over the sky. In this battle, he could be said to have used all his methods and became famous all over the world.
"The Blood Sword Ancestor who is half a step into the True Martial Realm seems to be nothing more than this."
Han Feng sneered and prepared to take stock of the battlefield. In this battle, his sacred guards also suffered heavy losses.
But at this time, a cold breath broke through the air, approaching directly.
Han Feng looked gloomy, this Fang Xiu was still alive!
"Fang Xiu, you are quite capable. As soon as you joined our Holy Guard, you led many old men to fight the enemy bravely. I really underestimated you."
Han Feng said with a smile.
"Now that the matter is over, Han Feng, let's stop pretending, right? Do you really think that I am a fool? To be honest, Artest is already dead."
Fang Xiu's sharp eyes were pointed at Han Feng. At that moment, the two of them looked at each other without showing any signs of weakness.
"Fang Xiu, do you know who you are talking to?"
Han Feng shouted sharply.
"I only know that today, I will send you to Abi Hell!"
Fang Xiu faced Han Feng without any fear. The whole valley was in an uproar, including the Yamada Gang people who were dumbfounded. What kind of operation was this? Are one of his own people fighting with his own people?
Chu Han's eyes were complicated, and he still failed to persuade Fang Xiu. At this moment, the two people were already at war with each other, and the atmosphere was extremely cold. At this time, there was no way out.