With a deep roar, the frozen loess instantly cracked open, and seven earth thorns shot up from the ground. Yuan Futu's face looked a little unsightly. This was already his ultimate strength, and now he was immersed in the brave sword slashing. In the artistic conception of Bahuang, the intention is to instill this artistic conception into the soil thorns.
However, at the moment when the two forces came into contact, one of the soil thorns suddenly disintegrated and turned into powder-like sand, falling to the ground.
Yuan Futu shook his head. He could feel how powerful this sword intention was. It was so powerful that the earth thorn itself could not carry this power, let alone release it through the earth thorn.
Within a few hours, he tried it many times, but he could only watch the earth thorns disintegrating and a little bit of energy passing away.
"Isn't this method feasible?" Yuan Futu looked tired and frowned depressedly. He obviously didn't know how difficult it was to integrate the two techniques, especially the two classics that were three levels apart, let alone one. Practitioners who have entered the realm of the Way, even a powerful person like Shen Wuyu, will not try it easily.
Lying on the bed, he felt that he had no strength all over his body. Just when he was about to fall asleep, a very ominous feeling suddenly came over his heart. After hunting in the deep mountains for many years, he was very familiar with this instinctive sense of crisis. Especially when lives are threatened.
This dangerous aura came from all directions, and he noticed that several uninvited guests were gradually approaching the wooden house. The powerful Yuan Power did not converge, but seemed to demonstrate his power and the power contained in this Yuan Power. Fierce anger and strong murderous intent.
In an instant, a sword beam came from far and near from the window, accompanied by a sharp scream. Yuan Futu could almost smell the thunder energy seeping out of the sword beam, destroying the dead and killing with determination.
bass!
Pointing his toes, Yuan Futu moved out of the way like a rabbit, and the wooden bed behind him exploded with a bang, and the splintered wood chips were turned into ashes by the flames.
"Son of a bitch!" Yuan Futu yelled, jumped out of the window, rolled on the ground, and ran away without thinking. There were several black figures standing not far behind him. Although his face could not be seen clearly, But he knew very clearly who the owner of this Lei Yuan Power was!
Relying on many years of experience in escaping in the mountains, Yuan Futu moved in a very strange way, running in the bamboo forest along a special trajectory, and the roots of the bamboo behind him exploded, followed by several sword rays, which were slightly different. It will be ground into minced meat.
"Earth Thorn!"
He formed a seal with his hands in front of his chest, and used his remaining energy to prop up a few earth thorns behind his back. He blocked the sweep of the sword light with several bangs, allowing him to breathe for a moment.
The opponent's realm is approaching the Dharma God, and he can't resist it at all, so he can only try his best to escape!
At the end of the bamboo forest is a cliff with a towering cliff. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, you can only see the thick white mist rolling in, giving off a bone-chilling chill. Such a cliff with a depth of ten thousand feet, if Without cultivating Yuanshenhai to the realm of Hunyuan, and without knowing the art of flying with a sword, anyone who jumps will be shattered into pieces.
In the blink of an eye, he had reached the edge of the cliff, feeling the awe-inspiring chill, but the murderous aura behind him was getting closer and closer.
"If you want to run away, you will die!"
The cold voice sounded, full of long-suppressed anger, and the thunder-like sword had struck. The sword light was restrained and did not have many brilliant effects. However, the killing intent contained in the sword seemed to have substance. , before touching his physical body, Yuan Futu already felt as if his whole body was being stabbed by thousands of needles and arrows, the pain was unbearable, and his steps seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
This is an artistic conception, an artistic conception that he has experienced before!
"Killing sword! He actually cultivated into a killing sword!"
Yuan Futu never expected that he would successfully cultivate the killing sword in "Tianxuan Sword Art" so quickly, especially when it was integrated into the Lei Yuanli, and he could perfectly vent the killing taste that destroyed everything.
boom!
The sword intent exploded in front of him, and Yuan Futu saw the wisps of electric light, like countless shining earthworms quickly climbing towards his body, and everything he passed suddenly appeared charred.
There were signs that his skin and flesh were tearing apart, and his whole body was wrapped in this aura of killing. It was as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives and the pain was unbearable, causing him to roar hysterically.
He suddenly discovered that this sword intention did not kill him instantly, but formed an unstoppable force pushing forward.
Yuan Futu kept retreating with heavy steps. He was about to step off the cliff. He jumped forward with all his strength. But as soon as he entered the air, he found that the air suddenly became abnormal as if it had been filled with lead and iron.
It was as hard and heavy as a mountain, and at the same time, he saw the black shadow seal not far away.
This is the earth energy magic formula!
"Son of a bitch!!!!!"
The soles of Yuan Futu's feet were empty, and he fell fiercely towards the cliff, falling into the boundless darkness. He was swept up by the cold mist and disappeared immediately.
Several black figures stood on the edge of the cliff, listening to the yelling echoing for a long time.
"Boss, no matter what, he is also Fang Huanzhen's only successor, and he also holds the position of elder. We just kill him like this, and if others find out, we will pay for it with his life!" An inner disciple said with some fear.
Pang De, who was standing at the front, took off Lian Yi's black hat, revealed his stern face, and said solemnly: "Who said we were the ones who killed him? He didn't have the ability to wield a sword. It was a mistake to fall into the cliff. It's not the same as us."
It’s irrelevant.”
The disciple on the side frowned and said: "But you have already challenged him, why not do it during the sword discussion... By the way, when did you master the killing sword?"
"His repeated humiliations made the murderous intention in my heart grow day by day. After being immersed in it for many days, I gradually understood some of the secrets. But only by killing him can I release my sword intention and this killing sword take shape. Now everyone has
Knowing that I had an appointment with him at Lunjian, no one would suspect me of killing him at this time. It happened to be that Lin Wan'er was in seclusion, and she was unaware of it!" Pound couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart. It can be said that Yuan Futu accomplished his murder.
Sword, and you must use this sword to kill Yuan Futu, then this kind of sword intention can be regarded as a true mastery.
"He is only in the realm of entry. He fell into such a deep cliff and suffered your killing sword. There is no chance of him surviving."
Pang De snorted heavily, with a sinister look on his face, and said: "I just want him to know that anyone who opposes me will die, and anyone who dares to humiliate me will die without a burial place!"