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The old man with the sword on his back sneered contemptuously, "But is that all?"

Airplanes!

As the words of the old man with the sword on his back spit out, Fang Heng, who was holding the sword against the old man with the sword on his back, also shook his body.

I don't know if I don't use a sword to face the old man, once I use the sword against the old man, Fang Heng knows how terrifying this old man is.

The sword, as if it were the subject of this old man.

The old man is like an emperor in the sword.

Subjects, how can they attack their own emperor?

Even if it is level-headed, the subjects are terrified, let alone attacked.

This is how Fang Heng felt at this moment.

His sword appears to be flat.

It's just that in Fang Heng's sense, his sword is bent.

His sword intent has been converging, and three hours has allowed him to accumulate to the limit and can explode at any time, but in his feeling, his sword intent has no fighting spirit.

As long as you don't attack this old man.

As long as I don't point my sword at this old man, I can cut everything.

This was the message that his sword intended to convey to him.

It seems that at this moment, he has been separated from his own sword intent and has become two independent individuals.

"How so?"

A thought crossed Fang Heng's mind, and Fang Heng's heart was full of doubts at this moment.

The sword intent belonged to him, how could it become another thoughtful existence to negotiate terms with him?

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at the True Martial Sword in his hand, Fang Heng muttered in his heart.

"I am your sword, I am your strength. ”

An inexplicable answer came out in Fang Heng's heart, causing Fang Heng's eyes to shrink for a moment.

"If it is my strength, why should you rebel against my will?"

"It's not resistance, it's advice, I don't want to attack him, and I can't attack him. ”

"Why?"

"Because I am a sword, and he is the emperor of swords, how can I attack my emperor?"

"Are you mistaken, I am your emperor. ”

Fang Heng's eyes turned cold, and he said secretly in his heart.

"You are my master, but not my emperor, I can kill everything for you, but I can't kill my emperor for you. ”

"Then you don't have to exist. ”

Fang Heng said coldly.

"Are you willing to abandon me?

"I still have me. Fang Heng said lightly.

"Are you still you without me?"

"On the contrary, I am the real me without you. Fang Heng said coldly.

"Why?"

"Because what I want to do, no one can stop me, including the so-called myself. ”

The cold words sounded in Fang Heng's heart, and the voice that came from nowhere in Fang Heng's heart also stopped speaking instantly, as if it was speechless.

"If you don't want to follow me, you can go, if you want to follow me, you can come, but whether you want to follow me or not, I will do what I want to do, and nothing else. ”

Fang Heng said again in his heart, and the next moment, his eyes were solemn, and the palm holding the sword suddenly let go!

When!

A crisp sound came out, and the True Martial Sword that was originally in Fang Heng's hand fell directly.

"Oh?"

Seeing this scene, the contemptuous smile on the face of the old man with the sword on his back disappeared in an instant, and it was replaced by an accident.

The old man Ling's face also showed a smile in an instant.

"I looked like I was going to win. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

The old man with the sword on his back said lightly, "People who can't even hold a sword steadily, how can they talk about sword cultivation?"

"Haha, are you lying to yourself?"

Old Man Ling laughed, "In the eyes of outsiders, he can't hold the sword steadily, but in the eyes of you and me, he lost the sword." ”

"I've lost all my swords, what are you talking about sword cultivation?"

The old man with the sword on his back said lightly.

"All he lost was a shell. ”

The old man smiled, "In other words, what he lost was his own fear." ”

"A sword without a shell is still a sword?" The old man with the sword on his back raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "He lost his fear, but at the same time, he also lost his sword, without a sword, only with sword intent, he can't hurt me a single hair." ”

"Then we'll see. ”

The old man smiled again, and the old man with the sword on his back didn't speak, just looked at Fang Heng.

Similarly, for the conversation between the two old men, Fang Heng was not aware of it at this moment.

In his eyes, this old man is still the emperor of the sword.

It's just that he is no longer a subject of this emperor.

From the moment he threw away his sword, he felt like a rebel army with nothing and wounds, surrounded by countless armies led by this emperor.

He seems to have fallen into a dead end.

It's just that at this time, there was a smile on his face.

He was a subject of this emperor before, and he was unwilling.

Now he is a miserable rebel, but he feels a great freedom.

This is not unwilling to be free.

"Whether it's an emperor or an emperor, it's none of my business. ”

"What I have to do is something I can't stop myself, let alone you?"

"Even if you have thousands of troops, even if you have supreme majesty. ”

"As long as you stand in my way, I'll still make you blood-spattered five steps!"

Rumble!

As Fang Heng's thoughts flickered, the sword intent that had always been suppressed on his body suddenly burst out!

Like a dragon soaring into the sky, and like a wind rising from the ground!

In just a moment, the waterfall behind the two old men stopped falling and turned backwards!

It seemed that Fang Heng at this moment had turned into the creator in the primeval chaos.

What he wants to do will become reasonable even if it is not reasonable.

Finally, the old man with the sword on his back who saw this scene, his face finally changed and became serious.

The old man kept smiling and nodding, as if he was very happy.

Fang Heng still didn't care about the expressions of the two old men.

There are only those who stand in the way in front of him, and he has only one purpose, to kill all the people who stand in the way.

Then how could he care about the old man's expression?

Sou!

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded!

There was no hesitation, and no time for people to react.

It's just a moment, or not a moment.

Fang Heng's figure arrived in front of the old man, and pointed at the old man's head and stabbed it.

It's not a point, it's a thorn!

At this moment, Fang Heng didn't have a sword in his hand, but he turned his sword into a sword with his fingers!

He just wanted to use his sword to cut off the old man's hair.

All he needed was the old man's hair, and nothing else.

"Humph!"

Facing Fang Heng's violent blow, the old man sitting cross-legged still didn't move, just snorted coldly.

Boom!

Like thunder descending on the world, all things are terrified!

In just an instant, Fang Heng's violent body stopped in the void.

In Fang Heng's eyes, this emperor seemed to have stood up.

The Imperial Forest Army around him had also raised their spears and pointed them at him.

As soon as his finger touched the emperor's hair, he would be stabbed to death by the spear of the emperor's royal army.

He knew very well that the old man did not stand up, the old man was still the old man with the sword on his back, and he was still sitting cross-legged.

The Imperial Forest Army is only a spiritual product, in essence, it is just the sword qi of the old man.

It's just that this incomparably real feeling made Fang Heng fall into a helpless situation.

It's not hesitation, if he hesitates, he won't attack, it's just the right answer given in his mind after measuring the situation.

He wanted to kill the emperor, but the reality was that he only used his fingers, and the other party used a spear.

How can a finger be worth a spear?

"It would be nice if I had a sword in my hand. ”

A thought crossed Fang Heng's mind, and Fang Heng at this moment was very sorry in his heart.

He was lamenting his sword.

He wasn't regretting that he had thrown away the sword, he was simply regretting that there was no sword willing to fight with him at the moment.

Airplanes!

A tremor suddenly sounded.

This was not coming from Fang Heng's body, let alone from the body of this sword-carrying old man.

This came from the True Martial Sword he had discarded earlier!

Sou!

Almost as soon as the shaking stopped, the True Martial Sword instantly reached Fang Heng's hand at an unimaginable speed.

"I have always been in your hands, even if you have abandoned me, I am in your hands. ”

"But isn't he your emperor?"

Fang Heng said lightly in his heart.

"You are my master. ”

"Didn't you say that even if I were your master, you wouldn't kill your emperor?"

"I didn't say it, I said it before, I just advised, but you still launched an attack on my emperor. ”

"Just because I attack doesn't mean you're going to attack too. ”

"You're wrong, if you attack, I have to attack. ”

"Why?"

"For I am thy strength, and I am thy sword, and where thy heart desires, I slew it. ”

Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Fang Heng's face.

"You're still loyal to me. ”

"I have always been loyal to you. ”

"Then don't talk nonsense, I want his hair!"

"Then I'll ask him for a scalp. ”

Swish!

The sword light swept through, and it was white!

The sky and the earth are white, and the mountains, forests, waters, and trees are white.

It seemed that with the fall of Fang Heng's sword, everything in this world became white.

It's just that in this white world, a little red suddenly appeared.

Red is rare, but it stands out in a monotonous world completely filled with white.

Like a glimmer of light in the night, and like a dream-like flaw.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an explosion sounded!

The pale picture suddenly disappeared!

The waterfall was cut in two by Fang Heng!

Lush woods, completely disconnected from the disconnection!

Range, a hundred miles in radius!

The old man did not move.

The old man with the sword on his back didn't need to move.

Fang Heng moved.

With a movement of his palm, he inserted the True Martial Sword into the scabbard at his waist.

The next moment, he clasped his hands into fists and respectfully saluted the old man with the sword in front of him.

"I wanted to cut off the hair of my senior, but I didn't expect that my senior would be injured, and it was a rude defeat for my junior. ”

The words spit out, and the old man Ling Xuan was stunned and looked at the old man with the sword on his back.

But I saw that the forehead of the old man with the sword on his back was cracked with a small crack.

A smear of bright red blood flowed out of the crack and soon spread to the old man's cheeks, reflecting the old man's cheeks, which was extremely terrifying.

As for the hair, it was already fluttering in front of the old man with the sword on his back.

"Haha, hahaha......"

After a long time, the old man burst out laughing.

"I said that this kid can win, you still don't believe it, now it's okay, not only has his hair been cut off a lot, but even his scalp has been broken, hahaha, Jianyi, you lost. ”

When the words came out, the heavens and the earth buzzed, and the body of the old man with the sword on his back was also slightly shocked at this moment, and he seemed to react.

He raised his hand and wiped the scar on his forehead, and the next moment, he looked at his hand, a bright red, flowing in the palm of his hand.

"I lost. ”

Without any more words, the old man directly spit out three words, and the next moment his palm waved, and a green gourd was taken out by him and thrown directly to the old man Ling.

"Hehe, then you're welcome. ”

The old man took the gourd and put it away the next moment, showing a satisfied smile.

"Boy, you're good. ”

Finally, at this time, the old man with the sword on his back raised his head and looked at Fang Heng.

"It's just good. ”

Fang Heng said with a smile.