Yuan Futu's faintly expanding natal pearl had obviously reached its peak state. Once it was in operation, large amounts of Yuan Power were derived, transforming into a giant yellow python as thick as the mouth of a bowl, coiled around the blade of the Tian Yuan Sword.
This heavy feeling makes the space blur, as if every inch contains a heart-stopping weight.
"Fifteen times the mysterious heavy sword!"
In an instant, the situation took an earth-shaking turn. Yuan Futu increased the power of the Xuan Chong Sword to fifteen times for the first time. This was a height he had never reached before, but now the innate chaotic power stored in the Life Pearl has exceeded
Beyond his imagination, that inflated self-confidence made him fearless and directly raised his combat power to the peak.
When the sword was blasted out, it immediately formed a huge sword shadow across the sky, like a giant python crawling in mid-air at a high speed, making a rumbling and vibrating sound. The surface of the arena was crushed and all the restricted formations were shaken out, twisting crazily.
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"Good guy, if I hadn't built these formations myself, I'm afraid this arena would have been blown to pieces!" Xiaonan's heart was throbbing, and his hands were trembling involuntarily.
Seeing that the giant python-like sword energy was about to collide, Pang De suddenly realized it and said angrily: "Heroes! I don't care how many secrets you hide, but the God of Dharma is the God of Dharma, how can it be just a mere Hunyuan?"
If you can transcend the realm, the eight divine thunders can be broken by me!"
The thunderstorm sword was condensed again, and extremely powerful electric rays continued to gather in the void. The sky was covered with thick clouds, thunder boomed, and countless huge electric rays fell, which obviously echoed Pang De's thunder-based martial arts books.
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"As expected of the Dharma God, the sword technique he performed can actually echo with the heaven and earth!" Yuan Futu was shocked by this momentum. He saw the yellow python colliding head-on with Lei Ba's sword, two extreme horrors
The power burst out at the same time, soaring into the sky.
Pang De's eyes widened, he swallowed secretly, and thought to himself: "It can actually offset the power of my thunderstorm sword. Is this really something that a practitioner in the Hunyuan realm can do?!"
Fifteen times the Xuan Chong Sword, its explosive power is nearly 15,000 kilograms. This pure and vigorous power is more powerful than it seems under the effect of the earth energy. I am afraid that among all practitioners in the Hunyuan realm,
Looking at the entire imperial court, there are no more than ten people who can achieve this level, and Yuan Futu is obviously the leader among them.
"Successful!" Yuan Futu was ecstatic in his heart. He was actually able to break Pound's most powerful sword technique, Thunderstorm Sword. In this way, the strength is balanced and the chance of winning is greatly improved. It is no longer only one in ten thousand.
So slim.
But at this moment, the violent elements that were exploding in front of him were suddenly shaken open by an extremely fierce force and a circular passage was opened.
In this passage, countless rays of purple lightning were running wildly like snakes, and an extremely terrifying murderous intent was coming from far to near, coming in an instant.
Peng!
Yuan Futu was hit directly by the sword before he could dodge. The tattered clothes on his upper body suddenly turned into pieces, as if he had been cut by countless tooth-like blades, leaving wounds on his bronze skin.
, and even bones can be seen deep in some places.
With a pop, Yuan Futu fell to the ground and lay in a pool of blood. The power he had accumulated before was suddenly gone.
Pound was still suspended in the void, maintaining the posture of swinging his sword. However, his eyes had been infected with blood red, and his whole body exuded a monstrous murderous aura. He said in a cold tone: "My most powerful move is not the thunderstorm."
The sword is the "Tianxuan Sword Art"!"
Kill the gods and Buddhas with the sword!
Yuan Futu painfully supported his body and stood up with difficulty. He felt that the murderous intention entered his body and transformed into countless tiny sharp edges tearing at his flesh and bones. This extreme stinging pain coming from his 48,000 pores made him almost I want to die, it is unimaginable that there is such intense pain in this world.
When Jian Twelve saw this scene, his flat brows suddenly wrinkled, and he said in a deep voice: "Pang De actually had murderous intentions."
Shen Wuyu's face was ugly. This pervasive murderous intention was vented everywhere, and even ordinary people could detect it. According to the rules, the sword debate in this arena could not hurt the opponent's life, but now Pang De He only wanted to kill Yuan Futu.
Nangong Qiushui said calmly: "Sect Master, since Pang De has broken the rules, let me stop this sword debate." As she spoke, she raised her fingertips and condensed a powerful true energy that exuded a terrifying and dark aura.
Jian Twelve shook his head slightly and said: "Futu's bow has not been fully drawn yet. I really want to see how much potential he has."
Shen Wuyu and Nangong Qiushui were both shocked. The situation had developed to such an extent, and there was such a disparity in strength. They were afraid that Yuan Futu would be killed if they met him. However, they did not expect that Jian Twelve would be so calm.
Yuan Futu was a wild man who came out of the Kunlun Mountains. His tenacity and perseverance were much stronger than those of ordinary people. At this time, he showed unprecedented endurance without making any changes. He directly mobilized the pure power of innate chaos to destroy the remaining The sword intent in his body was washed away, and he regained his mobility. However, his physical body was seriously injured. Although the bleeding had stopped, his vitality was still gradually weakening.
This sword almost killed him!
Pang De's killing sword was learned from Yuan Futu. Now facing him again, its power has been completely aroused. Now the murderous intention invades his brain, and his mind has long become unconscious. He just knows that the person in front of him is hateful and hateful. , it is bound to kill him quickly.
drink!
In the blink of an eye, Pound's feet seemed to have stepped on thunder and lightning and rushed in front of him. The killing sword erupted again, and endless killing intent rushed towards his face. Yuan Futu felt that the void around him had stopped, and he could only move slowly, including himself. Only the flying sword in front of him still maintained an astonishing speed.
With just one breath, this sword can pierce the heart.
"turn around!"
Yuan Futu almost gritted his teeth and used all his strength to activate the blast seal. He struggled to escape from the space of the killing sword and came to a place more than ten feet away. If it weren't for this spiritual treasure, he would have died countless times by now. .
"Want to run away? You will die!"
Pound seemed to have foreseen it and turned around without hesitation. The sword intent as huge as the tide suddenly changed its direction and suddenly wrapped Yuan Futu in it.
Yuan Futu only felt that infinite sharp edges were surging from all directions, like countless extremely sharp flying swords pointing at him, with nothing to hide from.