The difficult battles in the past few days have made Nangong Han's body very tired, but taking this as an opportunity, his sword intent is extremely strong, so Nangong Han at this time is not his weakest.

However, there is no way to deal with it.

Fang Zhong crossed the sword in front of him, his expression was calm.

No one knows if the sword in his hand has been moved. It looked like the rusty sword had been lying sideways in front of him, silent. It is also possible that it has been moved countless times.

At this time, there were more than two hundred swords suspended densely in the air in front of him, because the number of swords was too large, covering the sky, it looked extraordinarily solemn, and even a little crowded.

It's a really stunning picture.

Fang retracted his sword.

More than 200 swords in the air, with no more force, fell into the field, making a loud bang, like a pile of wood without a bundle of solid, and scattered to both sides.

Fang Zhong looked at Nangong Han and was silent.

After some sword rain attack, Fang Zhong confirmed that Nangong Han at this time still could not be underestimated.

However, he didn't have time to draw his sword.

Because Nangong Han came out with a sword again.

Nangong Han's sword this time was still not his own iron sword, but the waste sword that he snatched.

The sword that spread out like a pyre in front of Fang Chong's body was still bouncing, and then it suddenly bounced.

More than 200 swords instantly turned into more than 200 sword lights, breaking through the sky, dancing wildly in the field before Dugu Gorge, in the early autumn sky, and landing like lightning.

Straight stab square heavy!

Fang Chong frowned slightly, and crossed his sword again.

The sword can fly, relying on the essence, and then the sword, the more the number of swords you want to control, the requirements for the essence increase exponentially.

Nangong Han is doing this now to prove to everyone that he is still strong.

The swarm of swords flew in the sky in front of Dugu Gorge, like a flock of birds, falling at high speed, and after being shaken by the barrier around Fang's heavy body, they traveled through the air at high speed, and then fell again.

Some of the flying sword traces are straight, the speed is extremely fast, like lightning, some of the flying swords are like soft brushstrokes on the paper in the air to draw a circle, some of the flying sword trajectory is unpredictable, the east is in the east, the dragon is in the west, like a dragon dancing wildly, more than 200 flying swords seem to have their own life.

The swords kept flying, shuttling back and forth between the sky and the ground, reflecting the autumn sun on the surrounding of the field, and the whole sky was shining, and the picture was extremely beautiful and spectacular.

Good is presumptuous.

The essence in his body rushed out like a violent wind, and he controlled more than two hundred swords accurately and fiercely from a distance of hundreds of zhang, drawing a scene that stunned everyone!

The Han army and cultivators who watched the battle in the southern wilderness looked at the sword light and the sky, and they were shocked beyond words, especially those sword masters were even pale, thinking to themselves Is this still human?

And Fang Chong's sword strength was stronger.

Because at this point of enlightenment, he knew that only absolute simplicity was absolutely powerful, and one sword could defeat ten thousand swords.

So he held his sword in front of him, not caring about repeating his own tricks.

The swords flying between the sky and the ground could not enter a foot in front of him.

Unlike others, Fang Chong was not shaken by this dazzling scene, on the contrary, he didn't understand why Nangong Han used so many swords.

Just like Nangong Han didn't understand why the dean used so many swords yesterday.

But Fang Zhong believed that Nangong Han would not fail to understand the truth between simplicity and strength.

Everything that doesn't make sense must have a reasonable reason.

The dean fired ten thousand swords yesterday because he was going to set up a big array.

Or does he not want to do anything, but just want to use this means to make himself think for a longer time, and even hope that he can be a little distracted?

Fang Zhong naturally didn't mess up.

He walked forward and walked towards Dugu Gorge, his steps were so steady.

He was walking, and so was the sword in his hand, and so was the world a foot in front of him.

The sound of the sword in front of Dugu Gorge became more and more poignant and sharp, and more than two hundred swords, like birds that forgot to die, kept bombarding the ground, and a dull thunderous sound sounded in the wilderness.

Fang Chong's footsteps are still not chaotic.

Because he is the number one on the martial arts list today.

He was the strongest man in the world.

He looked like an ordinary old man.

The sword in his hand was a rusty sword that was worse than the ordinary.

He held his sword in front of him, and the way he walked even looked a little funny.

Facing Nangong Han's gorgeous group of swords flying, his means of dealing with it were so clumsy.

But no one can break it.

Fang Zhong moved towards Dugu Gorge, step by step.

His steps are steady and slow, and his movements appear clumsy.

This clumsiness represents prudence.

With his status as the strongest man in the world, this clumsiness represents his jealousy of Youxian Mountain.

No matter how slow you go, there will always be a moment when you go.

Fang Zhong walked in front of Dugu Gorge, walked in front of Nangong Han, and stopped.

At this time, the distance between the two was perfect, not far or close, just right for a sword slash.

Distance is a relative concept, it is very fair to the two of them, and Nangong Han naturally feels that it is very perfect, so he didn't think about it, picked up the iron sword, and slashed towards Fang.

Without speaking, without gaining momentum, he swung his sword like this.

Clean and neat, with a bit of decisiveness.

Just like the green hills behind him, which are still green and pleasant in early autumn.

The iron sword fell, and it was like a green mountain falling to the top of Fang Chong's head.

Fang Zhong no longer crossed the sword, because at this time he had also taken out the sword, which was the first sword he had made in the true sense.

When the rusty sword in his hand fell, the mottled rust marks disappeared in an instant, and the sword body suddenly brightened, reflecting the flowing clouds in the high sky and the green mountains on the edge of the wilderness, which was extremely beautiful.

This sword seemed to have taken away all the brilliance of heaven and earth, and countless creations in nature.

Incomparably splendid.

The brilliance can be dazzling, brilliant as the scorching sun, which makes people dare not look at it directly, but this sword did not make the eyes of anyone watching the battle in the wilderness feel stinging, but made people intoxicated.

People indulge in this beautiful and moving scene, such as celadon sky, silky clouds, warm sunshine, beautiful fields, and the majesty of the gates.

This majestic qi fell from the sky and fell to the ground, becoming wider and thicker, like a monstrous river falling from the sky.

The waves of the water are monstrous, as if ten thousand horses roar in the midst of it, and the sound is amazing.

Heaven and earth trembled, but they didn't know that it was because of the surging mighty qi, but because of the people who used the sword.

Nangong Han's eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking at this powerful aura, his eyes were still clear.

His eyebrows furrowed.

All these details prove that he was starting to get excited at this time.

He has always been a difficult person to get excited about, in the eyes of Gu Yu and Lin Ji, he is a strict to the point of being a little old-fashioned, and he will never be associated with the emotion of excitement.

Since sending away the woman he loved, there were few things that could excite him.

But that's when he was really excited.

Because when he saw this majestic aura, he found that he had actually given birth to fear.

This emotion was new to him, so he was excited.

He finally saw one of the most powerful swords in the world, or rather a kind of cultivation.

He swung his iron sword and slashed down at the mighty path.

The wide and straight iron sword, carrying the power of the green mountain, slashed heavily into the surging mighty qi.

The breath suddenly separated, rushing towards the two pences, but the next moment, it converged again, and the breath at this time was more like soft water, and no matter how strong the force was, there was nothing to do with it.

Nangong Han swung his iron sword again.

The breath parted again.

He continued to swing his iron sword.

The breath continues to separate, then recovers.

Nangong Han continued to swing his sword.

In a single breath, hundreds of iron swords came out.

But it couldn't stop the gushing river from coming north.

The aura carried by Fang Chongjian continued to descend.

His sword also continued to move forward.

This great river that falls from the sky is the most magnificent picture that can be seen on earth.

In the face of such an attack, human beings will subconsciously have the emotion of looking up, and then indulge in it, and even if they wake up, they will not have the courage to resist because of despair.

Before this attack, most people had already lowered their heads, or knelt on the ground, Nangong Han was able to stand still like a pine, silently swinging his sword to resist, which was already far beyond the vast majority of cultivators in the world, but the water was difficult to break, so it was far from enough.

Fang Chong's sword intent to.

The wind roared.

Crown falls.

Loose buns.

Nangong Han's black hair, which he cares about the most on weekdays, flutters in the wind.

The robe on his body had already been cut out of countless thin cuts, and he was covered in blood.

But he didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, he was still solemn, and he seemed to be still going to that feast.

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