Swordsman good sword.

Throughout the ages, the role of the divine blade is infinite, and the equal swordsmanship, the gap between having a good sword and a defective product cannot be ignored.

This is true for swordsmen, and even more so for sword cultivation.

No matter how inferior the sword is, it can kill people in the hands of swordsmen, otherwise there will be no master of wooden sword piercing throat.

Sword cultivation can't.

Holding a defective sword, he can't pierce the enemy's true qi shield, can't cut through the powerful body of the demon beast, and can't break the weird secret art......

To say that Fang Mu's biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't have a good sword.

The bone sword that was broken from the dove's wings was usable, but it was still inferior.

It is more than enough to deal with ordinary foundation building monks, even if they are masters on the Tianjiao list, they can deal with it, but this time the opponent,

It is the period of spiritual deficiency.

The top powerhouse of the famous town in Nanling City.

Instead of using a bone sword, it is better to use the finger as a sword, self-communication, condensing the meaning of the sky, and making the sword of origin.

"Senior, borrow the wind and use it!" Fang Mu said in a deep voice.

Originally, he had no intention of fighting, and the war of such top forces, the direction of the situation, was not something he could control in a foundation building period at present.

Summoning the little fox is already the limit of the risk of his bet.

However, when Zhuge Song fought to the death, did not hesitate to burn his essence and blood, and the wind was chaotic and sealed the entire main peak, he changed his attention.

What is the firmament?

The sky is infinite and endless.

Thunder is just the tip of the iceberg, rain! Snow! Wind! It's all the avenue of the sky!

"What are you going to do?!"

Zhuge Song's face changed slightly, and he shouted: "Hurry up!" It's easy for Lingxu to kill you, the old man can only hold on for a moment, and it's too late if he doesn't leave!! ”

Fang Mu was unmoved.

He knows exactly what he's doing and the consequences of failure.

The tragedy of Qingfengmen was actually not taken to heart by him, and even a little mercy was not born.

stayed, just to repay a favor owed.

If there was no Zhuge Song that day, he would have died in the hands of Yun Changsheng nine times out of ten, how could he be today.

"Want to go? If you can run, the monk can't run the temple! ”

Yun Changsheng sneered, Zhuge Song is already at the end of the crossbow, wait for him to be finished, and then settle the accounts one by one, today...... Don't even think about running away!

Having said that, he didn't dare to be careless.

At present, Zhuge Song is already fighting against the water, and he is trying his best, but he can only avoid the edge for the time being.

He knew this, and the strong man in black also knew it.

There is another person who understands, that is, Fang Mu.

It was precisely because he saw this that he insisted on staying, Yun Changsheng and the others couldn't spare their hands to take care of him, it can be said that the time and place are favorable!

"It's a great time to be in the snow!"

Under such a battle, Fang Mu's eyelids were slightly sunken and his eyes were closed.

He seems to be calm, but in fact, there is already a storm in his body!

The true qi in the dantian continues to rise, swimming in the meridians, condensing to the fingertips, and every time a wisp is withdrawn, it is a true qi!

Eighty percent of the true qi was actually drained in just a few breaths!

In the previous life, he had already sharpened his sword intent to the realm of perfection, but due to the limitations of his cultivation, he was unable to exert the role of sword intent at his peak.

Now taking advantage of the situation, the wind and snow are all over the sky, and the thunder is thundering!

"What's going on?!"

The black-clothed strong man, who was struggling to resist and couldn't get out of his body who was entangled by the little fox, frowned.

In the dark, he actually smelled an inexplicable threat!

And this kind of threat is absolutely impossible to come out of the fox demon in front of him, although in the same realm, the demon beasts are generally stronger than the monks, but they can't help the bottom line of his life.

Zhuge Song?

No, that old guy is fighting Yun Chang to the death, and it is unlikely that he will lack skills.

"Could it be him?!"

The black-clothed powerhouse was taken aback by this sudden guess in his mind, he cast a spell to shake the little fox away, and glanced at Fang Mu quickly.

I saw that Fang Mu was as immobile as a mountain, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state of concentration.

Strangely, the aura exuded by this son is very contradictory.

For a while, there is silence, and for a moment there is restlessness, mixed with all kinds of different breaths, ever-changing, not at all like they are from the same person.

"Quiet as snow, moving like thunder." Fang Mu muttered to himself.

In his ears, there was no more noise from the great battle, and the wind was howling, vaguely waiting for something.

Can't look closely.

At this closer look, the eyebrows of the black-clothed powerhouse jumped violently.

His expression was horrified, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said in disbelief: "Could this be...... Sword momentum?! ”

"What?!"

Hearing these two words, Yun Changsheng couldn't help but expand the scope of his divine sense, looking around.

He subconsciously thought that it was a sword cultivator from the Spirit Void Period.

Although he is not a sword cultivator, he also knows the existence of sword potential, even if it is in the spiritual void, he has to be a one-in-a-hundred comprehension transcendent sword cultivation to have sword potential!

This kind of sword cultivation, he ...... Consider yourself not an opponent!

Yun Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, within a radius of ten miles, he did not find any other spiritual void breaths.

But just when he was about to scold the black-clothed powerhouse for talking nonsense, Fang Mu caught his attention......

"Sword ...... Sword pose? He?! Yun Changsheng's eyes almost popped out.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood who the black-clothed powerhouse was referring to before.

It's this little brute!

Yun Chang couldn't figure out how a hairy boy in the foundation building stage who was less than thirty years old could appear on him with such an existence as a sword power!

Even if you start cultivating in your mother's womb, you can't do it!

This is almost counterintuitive!

The sword momentum has nothing to do with cultivation, it is a first-class special existence that requires the perennial accumulation of the sword to gradually form.

It's not that if you can't have a spiritual void, you won't have a sword momentum.

But under the void, how old are you?

It won't last for 200 years!

Two hundred years, not to mention the formed sword momentum, even a prototype can't touch the threshold, which is why, it is recognized that all those who have sword momentum, without exception, are sword cultivators in the spiritual void period, the cultivation path is not long enough, and the experience is not enough, no matter what, it is impossible to form their own unique sword momentum.

"Oh no, this little brute is trying to do it?!"

Yun Changsheng hadn't paid attention to it before, but now, he finally saw the clue.

The black-clothed powerhouse felt a tingling scalp.

That junior came for him, and in normal times, he couldn't put a foundation junior in his eyes, but now......

The sword momentum has shrouded the entire mountain, if he is allowed to use the sword......

He didn't dare to continue to think about it, even if he was sure that he would not be planted in this gutter, but in this situation, accidents would never be allowed!

"Stop him, don't let him use his sword!!" The strong man in black yelled.

Yun Changsheng almost turned his back on his anger.

He thought, but Zhuge Song is still eyeing him, how can he stop it?!

It's too late to say anything!

"Senpai!"

Suddenly, Fang Mu opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

He slowly raised his two fingers, his face was extremely pale, and he tried not to let himself pass out, and shouted to take advantage of the situation: "The wind is coming!" ”

"Damn, just take a gamble!"

Zhuge Song broke the cauldron and sank the boat, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and the banana leaves fanned the wind again!

He put all his bets on Fang Mu.

Once upon a time, he would never have thought that the person who would affect the trend of the entire Great War situation would be a Fang Mu who was only in the Qi refining period three months ago......

"Boy, don't die, hold on!!"

Zhuge Song gritted his teeth and put all his life's strength on attracting the wind.

This is not an ordinary wind, its piercing coldness is enough to cut every pore of a person into a bloody blur, and the flesh explodes into a cloud of blood mist!

Under this strong wind, Rao is Yun Changsheng also has to retreat!

In the face of the dangerous wind, Fang Mu did not retreat but advanced, facing him step by step, and the long hair in his ears flew back, fluttering messily.

He condensed the wind between his fingers, used it for his own use, and put every wisp of wind under his sword!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are changed!

"Entangle him!!"

Fang Mu drank violently, cast a thunderous step, and dodged in front of the black-clothed powerhouse.

"How dare you ......"

The black-clothed powerhouse's eyes widened, and his liver and gallbladder were split.

He tried to escape, but he was held down by the little fox's claws and couldn't move.

Fang Mu's murderous intent was awe-inspiring, and he slowly pointed at the heart of the black-clothed powerhouse whose scalp was numb.

Stab.

It's just one of the ordinary basic sword moves, a stab, containing a trace of the rudiments of the avenue of the sky.

Snort.

The faint sound of the flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon was muffled by the howling wind.

Click...... Click......

Faintly, it was as if something warm had dripped into the dirt and soaked it.