The dazzling light illuminated the surroundings, and Fang Yi opened his eyes with difficulty.

When he saw this sword-like thing, in a dazzling light, some illusory sword bodies grew.

"Hiss, hiss、......".

Around this part of the illusory sword body, invisible sword qi was born in mid-air. These sword qi burst through the void and sliced through the surrounding air with hissing and hissing sounds.

Suddenly, the spiritual power in Fang Yi's body suddenly seemed to have lost the control of the valve at this moment, and it was like the flowing water, pouring out frantically.

His complexion changed suddenly, and Fang Yi only felt that the spiritual power that had been born from the blue spirit bead and unknown blood was far less than the speed at which the hilt of the sword absorbed the spiritual power in his body.

Anxiously wanted to withdraw his hand from the hilt of the sword, but Fang Yi was a little nervous to find that the hilt of the sword seemed to have taken root in his hand, and he refused to let go without sucking him up completely.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it

The feeling of spiritual power is gone, and in its place is a deep sense of emptiness. Fang Yi only felt that from this moment on, the vitality in his body was being sucked away little by little by the hilt of this sword.

His face was difficult to see, and Fang Yi began to regret using this thing. He exerted all his strength, almost as if he were desperate, trying to take his hand away from above.

If this sword hilt continued like this, he was a little worried that he would be drained of his spiritual power by it and die.

His face was getting paler and paler, and Fang Yi was about to lose his bearings. And at this moment, the hilt of the sword seemed to be full, and the light suddenly retracted, and he was finally willing to let go of Fang Yi and no longer forcibly plundered the spiritual power in Fang Yi's body.

"Buzz".

The hilt of the sword shook endlessly, after absorbing the spiritual power in Fang Yi's body. In the illusory sword body, a majestic and vast aura suddenly came out, directly shaking the surrounding air with it.

Vaguely, it was as if there was a force contained in the illusory sword body, about to burst out of it, and in Fang Yi's hand, the qi in the hilt of this sword became stronger and stronger.

"Whew, whew".

The ghost corpse's claws have grown a lot, and it's finally coming. Taking advantage of Fang Yi's absorption of spiritual power by this sword hilt, he almost fell on Fang Yi's body.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Fang Yi only felt that there was a force in this heavy hilt that was about to explode.

Unable to endure it any longer, Fang Yiqiang took a breath and lifted the hilt of the sword, which was much heavier. Facing the hand bone that was almost in front of him, Fang Yi slashed down the hilt of the sword.

"Zizi, zizi, zizi".

There was a loud explosion in the air, and as Fang Yi slashed down the hilt of this sword, a sword qi the size of a normal sword instantly rushed out of this hilt.

"Rumble, rumble、......".

The sword qi was not very big, but when it crossed the sky, the space here couldn't help but resound with it.

It's as if the world is moving with it.

Seeing Fang Yi, he didn't know how to get such a powerful sword qi, and the face of the ghost corpse did not change.

Now it was obviously too late for him to withdraw his hand. However, even if he could retract his hand, he didn't want to do it.

After all, the person who was fighting against him was just a small Qi Refining Realm cultivator, and if he was against this little cultivator, he would have to dodge.

If such a face-losing thing spread, he would almost no longer need to cultivate the True Realm.

"Smack, smack, smack".

One moment ago, he was still struggling with face, but the next moment, the face of the ghost corpse was already difficult to see.

As soon as that sword qi touched one of his two claws, there was almost no pause, and his claws were cut to pieces, and there was no trace of the existence of these claws.

"Rumble, rumble、......".

The sword qi flew through the air, and after smashing the claws of the ghost corpse, he continued to chase him.

Face or anything doesn't matter anymore. As soon as they came into contact, the ghost corpse finally understood how terrifying this sword qi was.

Even if he was already a knot, he didn't dare to boast that he could stop this.

The body quickly retreated, and as he retreated, the ghost corpse also took out the coffin under him, directly blocking it in front of him.

Like an incomparable divine sword, the sword qi that Fang Yi swung out did not dissipate at all due to the retreat of the ghost corpse.

The qi emanating from it was exhausted, but when it crossed the sky, it became more and more terrifying, and as he slashed away, Fang Yi only felt that the entire huge Hidden Scripture Pavilion was vibrating with him.

The coffin of the ghost corpse, which had not moved all along, finally moved at this moment.

It seems that even it, under this terrifying sword aura, can't keep it as calm as before.

"Bang, clang......".

The lid of the coffin was removed little by little. At this moment, it seemed that the cold air that could freeze the entire Scripture Pavilion poured out of this closed coffin.

Immediately after, a hand that was as dry as firewood pulled open the lid of the coffin and moved out of it little by little.

The sword qi finally slashed, and almost as soon as the ghost corpse came into contact with it, it shattered and turned into flying ash on the spot, dissipating in this space.

The extraordinary-looking coffin in front of him couldn't resist it in this sword aura. I heard a shattering sound, and it was reduced to pieces along with the ghostly corpse.

On the contrary, it was the refining corpse in the ghost corpse coffin, after the coffin and the ghost corpse turned into flying ashes, it appeared from it, one hand against the sword qi that slashed at him, and the other foot stepped on the ground of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as he saw the flying sand and stones, under the body where the refining corpse was, at this moment, huge cracks stretched out in all directions along the ground.

The entire Scripture Pavilion is no longer quiet at this moment. In the stalemate between the sword qi and the refining corpse, Fang Yi only heard the entire Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and there was a muffled sound from time to time.

As if something was shattering, and like something was exploding, Fang Yi was at this moment, only to feel that the entire Scripture Pavilion would not be able to resist because of this.

His robe was shattered, his black hair was scattered, and although the refining corpse barely blocked Fang Yi's sword qi, he also looked embarrassed, and under this sword qi, he was almost like a beggar.

Under the scattered hair, the look of the refining corpse was abrupt. At the moment when the sword qi almost crushed him, he pulled back violently.

And the arm he held against the sword qi automatically detached from him as he retreated, still in a stalemate with the sword qi.

"Boom".

Fang Yi heard the strongest sound in his history. I saw that the arm was entangled with sword qi, and it exploded violently here.

The dazzling light of the fire illuminated the entire Scripture Pavilion, and even Fang Yi, who was still standing far away, was blown away by the heat wave generated by the explosion at this moment.

In the boiling heat wave, Fang Yi was blown around. I heard a louder sound, and on the top of this dark Hidden Horror Pavilion, a ray of sunlight actually fell.

Needless to say, it must have been this explosion that had blasted a crack in this space.