Meng Shaobai tore apart the white clouds with a sword and walked in proudly. The sword pointed at Fang Han's baby Nebula. He was arrogant. His whole body was full of energy and the sun was rising. He would tear the sky and move the sun and moon with his momentum alone. With this energy,
There is simply no one who can stop him. He is willing to be defeated by anyone. No one has such a sharp aura as him.
Fang Han had seen many talented people, but none like Meng Shaobai.
Meng Shaobai stood here, no matter what time, giving off the impression that there was nothing he dared not do, that there was nothing he could not do, and that he was lawless.
Lawless, unrestrained, bold, and convinced that he can defeat everything. This is the spirit and momentum that Meng Shaobai exudes all the time.
However, Fang Han was a little disgusted and frowned slightly and said: "We are all from the same sect, and we fight with each other outside. What do you mean? If you want to fight, you must abide by the sect rules and go to the Heavenly Palace in the Heavenly Palace. As for you saying that Baby Nebula is acting recklessly?
, it’s simply nonsense, there is a treasure selling convention, everyone buys and sells treasures based on their financial resources. Whoever has money will get the treasure. If you don’t have the same financial resources as others, just say that people are doing random things. What is the truth? Then can I call you a pauper?
?”
Although Fang Han spoke in a pleasant manner and without any sharp tone, his words were like swords, guns and sharp swords, especially the last three words "pauper", which were extremely lethal. Meng Shaobai's face changed as he spoke.
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!
Baby Nebula clapped desperately, pointed at Meng Shaobai and said: "Pauper, you are a pauper. You can't afford the treasure, and you come to block the road and rob it."
"Little brat!" Between Meng Shaobai's eyebrows, a white light flashed, and there seemed to be a few extremely fine white lines flickering. When Fang Han saw this scene, there were also a few bloodshot threads shooting out of his eyes.
Sizzle...
Subtle blood light and white hair collided in front of Baby Nebula, and both of them turned invisible.
Fang Han's body made a slight noise and he took a step back, while Meng Shaobai only raised his eyebrows slightly. This was the difference. Meng Shaobai's magic power was much stronger than Fang Han's.
But this is a matter of course. Meng Shaobai's cultivation has surpassed that of Jindan. He is probably a master of the eighth level of magical power "Wind and Fire Catastrophe", while Fang Han is only a master of the fifth level of supernatural power "Heaven and Human Realm". Comparing the two, their realms are sufficient.
The difference is three levels. Each level is an insurmountable distance, let alone three?
However, Fang Han had just used the power of the "King of Blood Night", which did not allow Meng Shaobai to take any advantage.
"King of the Blood Night! Amazing, worthy of being a Taoist weapon? But it's just a low-grade Taoist weapon. I want to see how powerful the legendary Taoist tool 'Huang Quan Tu' is, so I can sacrifice it." Meng Shaobai said fiercely.
As he took a step forward, his white clothes all over his body made a sound, and suddenly there was a surge of wind all over his body. Fang Han immediately felt a little upside down and confused.
"Indiscriminate killing!"
Meng Shaobai was majestic, slashing down with his sword. The force of the sword was overwhelming, reversing the yin and yang, disrupting the world, and shrouding Fang Han and Baby Nebula. The sword energy vibrated everywhere, like a big spinning ball, turning everything wrapped in it.
The person spins violently, spinning millions of times in an instant. No matter how powerful a person is, he will still be disoriented and not know what to do.
This sword move is extremely powerful. The Yuhua Sect has never had this magical power, because the Yuhua Sect is not a sword cultivating sect, and it does not pay much attention to swordsmanship. The only great freedom of black gold sword energy is "instant kill**"
", pay attention to killing the enemy with one sword, and avoid those fancy changes.
But Meng Shaobai's swordsmanship is absolutely different. It seems to have inherited the unique skills of an ancient sword sect. It is exquisite in simplicity, mysterious in simplicity, yin and yang are tolerant, hard and soft, and the sword energy is particularly powerful.
Any Taoist Qi must be sharp, yet as gentle as wrapping around a finger.
Facing this move of "chaos killing", Fang Han was well prepared. When the opponent's sword was launched and he felt extremely dangerous, the mana in his mind had already surged out, and all kinds of magical powers were used in an instant.
First is the "Black Sun Storm", a group of black storms, circling and roaring outwards, followed by the "Great Sun Fire", then "Seven True Fist of the Sky", "Vajra Iron Bone Big Hand Seal"... etc.
Wait for the magical power and rush outward.
Bo!
These magical powers collided with Meng Shaobai's sword energy shield at once. Some were shattered by the sword energy, while others slightly shook the shield.
"You want to trap me too?"
Fang Han couldn't move his thoughts, the two seas of consciousness exchanged with each other, and his magical powers moved quickly. The King of Blood Night turned into a blood shadow to wrap around himself and the baby Nebula, and used the light of the sword to directly touch the sword energy. In one collision, the sword was broken.
After opening a small opening, he immediately used his "Snake and Bird Wandering Qi" and swam out from this tiny gap.
"The magical power is activated so fast!" Meng Shaobai was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Fang Han's magical power was activated so quickly. It was as fast as thunder. He did not know that Fang Han had cultivated "Panwu Dali".
In the "Second Sea of Consciousness" in "Supernatural Powers", the speed of exerting magical powers and reaction speed are twice as high as before. Moreover, although he did not succeed in realizing the immortal world, his spirit has been baptized and he has condensed the fire of spirit.
.This is an ability that only the Sixth Level Returns to One Realm has.
With this, as long as he has enough vitality of the five elements and perfects the magical powers of the five emperors and great demons one by one, he can enter the realm of unity without using any force. Because he has understood the realm, what he lacks now is just vitality.
If Fang Han and Wan Luo fought now, they would be evenly matched without the need for the Bloody Night King.
The "force" in Panwu's magical power is not simply interpreted as "strength" or "mana" but includes "intelligence", "concentration", "sexuality" and "energy"...
....Etc., etc.
Fang Han shuttled out at this moment, and the Blood Night King moved slightly, and another sword energy blasted out, killing Meng Shaobai at the back of his head.
At the same time, Fang Han's body shook for a while, and thousands of bloody shadows were transformed. It was impossible to tell which ones were real and which ones were fake. This was the "true form phantom technique", which is especially powerful when used in battle. Wan Luo is
I almost fell for this magical power.
"Between heaven and earth, there is always a glimmer of life. It can be said that it is a great number. It is smart if one is missing. I have no way to kill, so I forcefully go against the sky, extinguish all vitality, and cut off the thread, which is the sword of death! Use it to kill.
The one who kills has the power to kill with absolute force. There is no one in heaven and earth that can match him!"
At this moment, Meng Shaobai suddenly turned around and disappeared without a trace. He did not know where he was hiding. It was just right to deal with the boundless phantom in a hidden way. When he disappeared, a message was conveyed in the void.
Thousands of sword energy came out and were swayed at will. Each sword energy was aimed at one of Fang Han's phantoms, killing these phantoms and disappearing into thin air.
The magical power of "True Form Apparition" was thus broken.
"Fang Han, this person practices the killing swordsmanship of the ancient sword sect, the Wusheng Sword Sect! All cultivators pay attention to the fact that there is always a glimmer of hope between heaven and earth, but the Wusheng Sword Sect does the opposite.
No chance of survival is left. The same goes for doing things. This is a sect that seems to be right but not right, and seems to be evil but not evil. In ancient times, there was only one lineage, but the descendants from generation to generation have talents in the world. One person and one sword can mess up the secret of heaven.
, people unleashed murderous intent, and the earth was turned upside down! Later, because this sword sect was too unnatural, the inheritance was cut off. I never expected that Meng Shaobai would inherit the mantle of the Wusheng Sword Sect!"
"Yan" seemed to recognize the kind of ancient swordsmanship that Meng Shaobai performed, and the powerful spirit passed into Fang Han's mind, telling him to be careful.
Wu Sheng Sword Sect.
There is just no trace of life.
The ultimate way to kill.
This is true for others, and it is true for yourself.
In this trance, the "true form phantom technique" was broken, leaving Fang Han's real form in the air, and Meng Shaobai suddenly appeared mysteriously and stabbed him with a sword.
Puff, Puff, Puff.........
The sword light came like a spring rain, and Fang Han suddenly felt that the whole world was full of spring rain, refreshing and pleasant. He seemed to be in a quiet small building, listening to the spring rain at night, and everywhere was full of vitality. Suddenly there was a feeling
A feeling of being intoxicated.
"Not good!" Fortunately, he had practiced well and was intoxicated by this moment. A strong sense of crisis rose up in the deepest part of his heart, and he saw a sword light, like the scorching sun rising, constantly expanding in front of his eyes, an infinite sea of sword energy,
It seems like it's going to drown itself. It's going to be completely crushed.
When Fang Han was distracted, Meng Shaobai's sword broke through the blood of the King of Blood Night and killed the main body.
Such swordsmanship is simply astonishing!
It was also the first time that Fang Han had witnessed such an unstoppable and world-changing swordsmanship. But after all, he had experienced hundreds of battles and had been trapped in the "Taiyuan Immortal Mansion" for eighteen years, chatting with mysterious people.
A person who is proficient in all kinds of clandestine methods. When a crisis comes, at the critical moment, he is highly concentrated, and the sword in front of him slows down in his eyes. Ding dong! A wisp of spiritual fire suddenly bursts out in his mind.
Suddenly, all the mana in his mind burned violently.
"Break it for me!"
In an instant, his figure changed continuously, like a big tree. The strong wind blew and hundreds of branches swayed, causing Meng Shaobai's sword to stab into the air. Then he raised his palm upwards, and the King of Blood Night completely transformed into
A large handprint was drawn, dripping with blood, with endless howling evil spirits, and the sound of cuckoos crying and blood apes wailing, crying blood, hitting Meng Shaobai's body.
The Weeping Blood Hand Seal is an attack method transformed by the King of Blood Night.
Meng Shaobai's body flashed outwards and immediately turned into a faint shadow. The sword in his hand completely integrated with his body. The sword body was one and indestructible, allowing the Weeping Blood Hand Seal to kill him in vain. And his body
, appeared behind Fang Han's head like a ghost, and the sword energy was strong, pointing directly at the Jade Pillow point on the back of his head. It seemed that he wanted to pierce Fang Han's mind with a sword.
As soon as this sword was struck, a vast and strange suction force was conveyed on the sword, creating various invisible whirlpools in the surrounding void. With the sword tip as the origin, all space, time, light, and vitality were directed inward.
It collapsed, as if he had sucked this piece of void dry with a sword.
Such swordsmanship!
It is enough to be called "no life".
There is no life at all. It doesn’t give people any life at all.