Jiang Fanxiao's words were cold, looking down at Wu Ming like a statue of an ancient emperor, and his immortal sword waved his hand coldly. Wu Ming was strong, but he was much worse than the Protoss men. He didn't care at all.

"Sonorous!"

The Heavenly Sword trembled and clanged.

Wu Ming raised the stone axe to meet him and flew up again.

"What about you?!"

At this moment, Fan Xiao looked at Jiang, although his eyes were red, there was a trace of surprise.

Jiang Fanxiao's face was expressionless, and his magic sword swept through the Liuhe Eight Desolations.

"Buzz!"

The black-and-white Sky Splitting Sword was cut off, a thousand zhang long.

At this time, he no longer had the slightest suppression, and the rich divine light cloud, like an ancient god of war who traveled through time and space, the fairy sword in his hand pierced the starry sky. He clenched his fist with his left hand, and Wang Ming's true intent burst out, shattering the square space with one punch.

"Damn it!"

The fairy sword collided with Wu's axe, making a crunching sound.

Aoki Heng's artifact was conceived from its origin, and it was very powerful, no worse than the Wu family's internal artifact. At this time, Jiang Fanxiao held the fairy sword, the murderous intent in his eyes was cold, the sword slashed out, and the stars cracked dozens of cracks.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

The fairy sword in his hand was cut down slowly, but very rhythmically.

This time, Wu Ming lost. Every time Jiang Fanxiao swung his sword, he would be shocked by dozens of feet. When Jiang Fanxiao swung the magic sword for the ninth time, the magic axe in his hand was pulled out with a bang and smashed straight into the distance.

"You!"

Wu Ming's jaw cracked, and the blood in his pupils instantly darkened a lot.

Jiang Fanxiao snorted coldly, and the divine sword in his hand turned around, piercing like lightning, and he couldn't even see the shadow traces, directly penetrating Wu Ming's chest.

"Poof!"

The fairy sword shook, and the killing machine exploded, directly shattering Wu Mingzhen on the stars.

Blood splattered in the clearing, trickling and more mutilated corpses floating.

"Ahh

Wu Ming's roar was heard.

Soon, the flesh and blood converged to a certain point, and a new body condensed again.

Wu Ming reappeared, retracting the axe in the distance, and a pair of eyes were now staring at Jiang Fanxiao. His black hair was dancing, his arms were bare, and his face was crazy and hideous.

"You shouldn't show up...... Jiang Fanxiao stepped on the starry sky, holding a hazy fairy sword in his hand, without any bloodstains: "Since you appeared, you are buried here, and I will not leave any threat to the people around you." ”

"Buzz!"

The phantom light around him was very strong, and for the first time, the phantom of King Ming was propped up.

A hundred-zhang tall Wang Ming Xu Ying, standing under the starry sky, followed Jiang Fanxiao's movements step by step. His fighting spirit was extremely cold, his eyes were indifferent, his right hand was raised, and this immortal sword was cut off.

"Damn it!"

The immortal sword in his hand and the stone axe in Wu Ming's hand collided again, splashing flames.

"Poof!"

Wu Ming was thrown away, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and his right arm was directly broken.

He uses brute force techniques and is indeed much stronger physically. But compared to Jiang Fanxiao, his body is still much worse, and he can't stop Jiang Fanxiao at this moment, and he can't stop this impressive sword.

"Wild World!"

Wu Ming roared, looking crazy.

Behind him, an abandoned space was propped up, and the space then merged with himself, causing his body's breathing to surge several times and muscles to rumble. At the same time, he is surrounded by countless roaring wild animals, as if he really recreates the scene of the wild earth.

"Kill!"

His fighting style has become more powerful, with stone axes hanging above his head and galloping like a dragon.

"Boom!"

The starry sky shook violently, and cracks began to spread around him. He repaired the sacred realm, to the point of merging with himself. At this moment, he urged the artifact to rise, causing the demon king and the others nearby to look sideways.

"Is this your strongest weapon?" Jiang Fanxiao stood under the starry sky, his clothes fluttering, and he lowered his head coldly: "This blow is about to end." You shouldn't anger the people around me. ”

"Sonorous!"

He stood in place, right hand raised, his sword clanging, his sword roaring in amazement.

A terrible sword shook the earth and the sky. It first shook the entire Starry Sky Ancient Battlefield. The first one to look at it was Aoki Yokogi, whose deep eyes suddenly flashed with the extremely piercing light of the road knife.

After that, the Demon King, the Shura King, the Ghost King, Long Qiong, Liu Ying, Huang Hao, Shurazi, Chen Yifeng, Luo Qin, all of these people raised their heads, and even the Demon Yuan also cast their eyes here.

"You!"

Wu Ming rushed forward, but suddenly his face changed.

This time, a terrible smell pierced his heart like a sharp sword, and it would shatter his soul. He obviously had an artifact to protect his body, but at the moment he had an unparalleled fear.

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes were cold, and his black hair fluttered.

The sword in his hand was raised, his heart was thundering, his original heart was surging, and the sword that split the sky was sprinkled on the starry sky. His movements were very slow, the immortal sword swayed, and several large words slowly came out of his mouth: "Seventh sword, immortal!"

When the word "Crash Fairy" appeared, the entire starry sky was quiet.

This is the seventh sword of the Sky Splitting Sword Technique. Jiang Fanxiao and the Protoss spent two months after World War I depicting the divided Heavenly Killing Array. It was also during these two months that he realized the seventh sword of the Sky Splitting Sword Technique, the Sword of the Fallen Fairy.

There are nine types of swords in the Sky Splitting Sword Technique, the first type of sword transforms, the second type of sword that cuts off the soul, the third type of sword that captures the soul, the fourth type of sword that destroys God, the fifth type of sword that kills the original god, the sixth type of sword that kills the soul, the seventh type of sword that disintegrates the fairy, the eighth type of sword that breaks magic, and the ninth type of sword that splits the sky.

Of the nine swordsmanship, one is more difficult to practice than the other, and one is more terrifying than the other.

Of the nine swords, the only ones that truly possess the essence of this swordsmanship are the last three swords. From the seventh sword onwards, the sword will collapse, the magic sword will break, and the heavenly sword will break. This is the core of this sword technique, which truly contains the meaning of splitting the sky.

"Whew!"

At this moment, an invisible sword light flashed like lightning, almost to the extreme, like the first ray of light when the heaven and earth opened, almost crossing the distance of space, and passed through Wu Ming's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

The sword flashed, and Wu Ming's body that rushed forward immediately stopped.

"Boom!"

Behind him, a shattered star exploded with a thud and split apart.

"You ......"

He stared at Jiang Fanxiao in a daze, his body was full of cracks, starting from the middle of the cracks.

You have only one word, and his body is like a pile of dust, slowly disintegrating. After a few breaths, his body completely disappeared from everyone's field of vision, turning into endless dust under the seventh sword of the Heaven-Splitting Heaven.

The true form and spirit are destroyed!

A second passed, and after a few breaths...

"Hiss!"

The sound of breathing air conditioners kept sounding, and all the monks' eyes widened.

A powerful young monarch was killed by a sword. The sword just now was terrible. They could only feel a supernatural, terrifying will to fight. They didn't even see the sword light. When they turned around, Wu Ming floated away like dust and was killed by a sword.

"This... This ......"

Many people swallow saliva, and their hearts tremble involuntarily.

Such a sword is so amazing, too domineering, not only beheaded a Sanqing monarch, but even the stars were shattered.

Above the starry sky, Jiang Fanxiao's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about the surprised eyes of these people at all. His right hand was empty, and he picked up a nearby axe and cut it with his sword, directly cutting off the Wu seal printed on it.

"Brother Cang!"

Jiang Fanxiao's right hand turned around, and a ray of black and white light fell into the hand of the fairy sword and threw it to Cangmu Heng.

"Huh!"

Aoki raised his hand horizontally to hold the sword, and then the Taoist priest's body suddenly felt a slight vibration.

A gleam flashed in his eyes and he looked at Jiang Fanxiao.

Jiang Fanxiao nodded to him, holding Wu Jiashi's axe in his right hand, and stepped forward to kill Xia Fengming, who was fighting against Chen Yifeng. Just now, he integrated the true meaning of the Sky Splitting Sword Technique into Aoki Heng's original divine sword, and handed over the Supreme Sword Technique to Aoki Heng.

Aoki Heng nodded silently and didn't say anything more.

"Applause!"

The Source Divine Sword entered the body, and the three Divine Swords beside him shook, killing the blood towards the sun again.

On the other side, Fan Xiao held the Wu artifact in his hand and slashed directly at Xia Fengming, the son of the Xia family. This blow was merciless, containing his unique killing intention, and with a single axe, Xia Fengming's artifact furnace flew directly out of his head.

"You!"

Xia Fengming gritted his teeth, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

However, despite this, he did not stay in this place any longer, and a flash of light, shot straight into the distance. Chen Yifeng alone was enough to stop him. If Jiang Fanxiao came to kill him at this time, if he didn't leave, he would eventually die.

Although he hated Jiang Fanxiao, he did not lose his mind.

"Want to go?"

Jiang Fanxiao sneered.

How could he let go of the escaped fish?

He was never an indecisive person and did not leave any threats to himself and those around him.

"Odd"

He raised his right hand, tore through an interstellar tunnel, and walked in.

Ten thousand feet away, the starry sky in front of the summer breeze burst out...

"What about you?!"

Xia Fengming changed color, and his body that rushed forward suddenly trembled.

"You can't leave!"

Jiang Fanxiao walked out from among them, his eyes were cold, and he was stirring with a stone axe in his hand, pressing him hard.

Xia Fengming hurriedly blocked the front with the Divine Furnace and collided with the stone axe that Jiang Fanxiao had exploded.

"Boom!"

A strong divine voice can be heard, and the stove is washed away.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, there was a dark blue light behind him, approaching the pole.

Chen Yifeng moved and threw a chaotic halberd into the distance.

"Poof!"

The demon halberd turned into light and directly penetrated Xia Fengming's heart.

In addition, the demon halberd was wrapped in Chen Yifeng's void avenue, and the god of the avenue first enveloped Xia Fengming, making him go crazy and wanton in his body, making him let out heartbreaking and heartbreaking screams.

"Die!"

Jiang Fanxiao rushed over from the front, and Chen Yifeng walked over from behind. Together, these two men took the biggest hit.

"Poof!"

The blood mist erupted, staining a large area of the starry sky red.

They are all strong men in the Sanqing Ascension to Heaven, and they are all a small step higher than Xia Fengming. At this moment, the two of them together received the strongest blow. Without the protection of the stove, the sound of the summer breeze simply could not be stopped. All shapes and souls were destroyed on the spot.

"Kill Shura!"

Jiang Fanxiao waved his hand, wiped the spiritual imprint on the Xia family's divine furnace with a stone axe, and handed it to Chen Yifeng.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

After that, the two of them flashed directly and appeared next to Luo Qin in the blink of an eye.

"Finally!"

Rochin grinned.

"Kill him!".

Jiang Fanxiao said coldly.

The axe in his hand shone with immortal brilliance, and the immortal light was powerful. It first changed the color of the Holy Son of Shura.