The chalk flying sword suddenly appeared with a dazzling aura, like the rising sun, the majestic brilliance shining on everything... But at the end of the light, the chalk flying sword no longer had any entity, only a shadow, as if it existed in another dimension outside the cracks.
world.
As the true energy continued to be transported, the power of the chalk flying sword became even more powerful, and within the phantom, the sword shadow suddenly split apart.
It moves without wind, like streams of light phantoms, spinning and dancing around Fangzheng... It looks beautiful and extremely moving.
It's just that such beautiful scenery appears in the eyes of these desolate people.
But it is a life-threatening scene.
The lights and shadows flew more and more, and after surrounding him for several weeks, they formed a sword wheel, twisting and rotating around the man, emitting a ferocious and sharp light.
"cut!!!"
Fang Zheng roared loudly... The sword wheel suddenly turned into a huge sword wing, which flapped behind Fang Zheng. His figure already shot up into the sky and fell straight down. The man was as fast as lightning, and the sword was faster than lightning!
Before anyone arrived, the infinite sword light fell down like thousands of fine raindrops. Under the sunlight, it formed a colorful sword rainbow in the sky...
The most beautiful scene, but also the most dangerous move.
A high-grade spiritual weapon can be called the first-class peerless weapon in the Dharma-ending world. It is only one step away from the unworldly Taoist weapon. Except for the leader of a sect, even if the peak leader is the first, how many people hold high-grade spiritual weapons?
?
Even if it divides thousands of sword lights, its power cannot be resisted by ordinary people.
Wherever the sword light goes...
It tore the sky and the earth apart, like a dense rainstorm, immediately sealing the entire ethnic group in it. Within a few miles, all the desert people looked up, but they could only see the almost endless beautiful rainbow.
"Hurry...run away!!!"
Lao Huang screamed.
"Everyone stay close!"
Even though Simba was seriously injured, he still had the use of his left arm. With a roar, he leaped high into the sky and shouted angrily: "The Soul-Removing Iron Claw!"
The palms turned into giant claws, and the ferocious sharp fingers extended their sharp edges... turned into countless bloody claw energy, directly blocking all the falling sword energy.
But he already had a clear understanding in his mind.
The power of these swords is quite impressive, and each strike is as powerful as a Martial Lord... Although there is nothing he can do about it, looking at this overwhelming attack, if it is concentrated, even he may not be able to face this blow.
It's too much to bear.
It’s just this edge...
He fell back to the ground and looked at his left hand.
The nails, which could cut through gold and jade, and could withstand any divine weapon without any inferiority, were actually split.
This sword energy is so powerful that it cannot be blocked!
I never imagined that there are such masters in the human world?
Fortunately, Fang Zheng's main target is obviously not them. Although he can't completely control this style, he can still control it to a large extent. The few that fall on King Beast and others are only small ones, but most of them fall on the rest of the desolate people.
Above the army...
In an instant, sword energy swept through everyone.
There was a violent roar that covered the sky and the earth, and the sword wheels were raging on the ground, like sharp blades plowing out streams of extremely fine sword energy.
Blood mist and flesh splashing.
The most powerful spell, paired with the most powerful magic weapon.
The power of a top-grade spiritual weapon cannot be resisted by any desolate person. It is an unstoppable power. It is invincible wherever it passes. The sword's light is exhausted and life is lost.
Just for a moment.
There were very few screams...
The more than a thousand Huang people who rushed into the Changhe tribe had all been killed by this attack. Not even their bodies were left behind. They were completely dead and injured.
The Bishop of the Wasteland was stunned.
He even almost forgot to resist Guren's life-threatening shot. If the scorching air hadn't hit his face, he would have almost used his face to catch the opponent's spear.
I never imagined that there are such masters in the human world?
wrong……
As expected, these king beasts have colluded with humans.
Huang Yuan pulled back his sleeves, and a dexterous soft sword probed like a poisonous dragon. He easily blocked the opponent's weapon attack... He screamed coldly: "Kill this human being."
The voice fell.
From behind Fang Zheng, in the blood mist, a gray shadow rushed straight towards Fang Zheng under the cover of the flesh and blood of countless broken corpses.
But Fang Zheng seemed to be completely unaware...
"Founder, be careful!"
Lao Huang rushed towards Fang Zheng.
But Fang Zheng was neither anxious nor slow, and didn't even look back... Behind him, seven colors of light filled the air...
The Nine Refined Star Sand enveloped him.
The attacker's all-out blow, which he was bound to win, hit the Nine-Refined Star Sand. In an instant, broken sand flew everywhere. Although the Nine-Refined Star Sand was vibrating endlessly, it withstood the opponent's full-strength blow, and the scattered fragments were scattered outside.
The sand seemed to be channeling spirits, regrouping into a ball and wrapping around the visitor.
Fang Zheng clenched his fist and shouted: "Sha Fu Shu!"
The sound of sand explosion sounded... The person who came was unable to dodge, and his arms were already entangled in it, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones.
He roared in pain, shook the sand away with all his strength, and the long knife that was too injured to hold fell into his other hand, passed it towards Fang Zheng, and stabbed it into the Nine Refining Star Sand again.
Sand and debris were flying again, but no merit was achieved at all.
Fang Zheng was shocked. He didn't expect that the Nine Refining Star Sand could not destroy his palm when he squeezed it with all his strength... But it's not surprising, the bones of the Desolate Man are too tough. Didn't the Desolate Man suffer a lot for himself before?
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This guy is not as strong as Dahuang, but he is still a master of the same level.
Come to think of it, the bone density is not inferior at all.
"Simba, Langlang, lead the team and defend the ethnic fortress again. Don't let these deserters pass through again!"
Lao Huang reacted very quickly, seeing that all the Huang people who rushed into the group were completely killed or injured by Fang Zheng's move, but Fang Zheng still had some strength left. He roared: "Fang Zheng, leave this kid to me, you
Hurry and help Sister Honglian, my life is over and I can no longer fight with all my strength!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng dodged Gou Mang's desperate blow...
He had just arrived and didn't understand the situation. At the moment, he still prioritized Lao Huang's words.
At that moment, the chalk flying sword merged with the realm of divine consciousness, turning into a sword light and heading straight towards the wasteland!
The sword light flew by like a white horse passing through the gap... transcending the distance of time and space.
Especially before the flying sword arrived, the realm of spiritual consciousness had already condensed into one point and acted directly on the wasteland.
The head of Huang Yuan who was fighting with Hong Lian suddenly shook, and his nostrils were gurgling and leaving nosebleeds.
My brain was in chaos for a while, and there were signs of losing control.
He relied on instinct to bite the tip of his tongue, regained consciousness through the severe pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood arrows...
The flying sword blade is coming straight from the center!
Although it is a tongue arrow, it is as fast as lightning and as sharp as thunder.
The angle of the chalk flying sword was slightly deflected... Now the chalk flying sword was connected to Fang Zheng's mind. Even if it deviated, it just re-adjusted its direction with a thought.
The sword's light shines like mercury to the ground.
Although there was no palm control, Fang Zheng performed an extremely powerful and exquisite sword technique.
For a whole year, with the promise of Xuanji and the guidance of Elder Qian, Fangzheng read the classics in the library in a targeted manner and swam in the vast ocean of wisdom summarized by the predecessors.
He has always agreed with one sentence...
Buying books is the most rewarding thing in the world, because the small amount you spend can exchange for someone else’s lifetime experience.
After studying hard for a year, he has mastered the wisdom of countless predecessors, and his previous shortcomings such as lack of experience and combat skills have all been made up for.
The leader of the Ming Sect, apart from his slight lack of cultivation, in terms of knowledge and experience, he is no less inferior to Lin Zhengping, Xue Xinglin and other leaders of the peak.
But seeing that the field of spiritual consciousness could only hinder the other party for a short moment, it made me even more shocked and dizzy...
This person's strength is far beyond the wilderness.
God-level desolate man!
An enemy that is rarely seen in the rifts of different dimensions...even in the wilderness, it is an existence with the highest status.
This is already a realm higher than that of a master.
Fang Zheng had burning thoughts in his heart.
There is actually a god-level desolate man who enters the human world on his own initiative. If he is killed...
Even if it's a desolate world, it's definitely a truly traumatic loss if you think about it.
Thinking about it, his eyes towards Huang Yuan were already extremely fiery. At this moment, Huang Yuan stared at Fang Zheng, with an angry fire deep in his eyes.
After several days of hard work, I finally managed to break into the clan fortress... only to be driven out alive by this kid.
This kid made the sacrifices of a hundred thousand desert people go in vain, and made all his planning during this time come to nothing.
Fortunately, it can still be remedied.
"I want your life!!!"
Amidst the roar, the wasteland abandoned the red lotus and rushed straight towards Fang Zheng. Obviously, he had the same thoughts as Fang Zheng!