The intersection of wind and thunder, at the moment when the sword skills of the two collided, spun and burst out, turning into a loud sound of steel hammers colliding, followed by the harsh noise of chainsaws rubbing against each other, white wind, blue thunder, rotating each other in this empty and quiet desert, rendering a huge blue and white whirlpool, almost completely enveloping the figures of the two people.

The two swords intersected like a cross, and Wan Jianxin pressed down while sending the sword forward, wanting to take a move after splitting Huashan. And Fang Tianhang, at this time, really let himself break into the two feet around Wan Jianxin's body.

He barely resisted the power of Wan Jianxin's hands with one hand, and the other hand finally gathered a little bit of gangfeng, bent his fingers and flicked continuously, and one by one the thin needles shot towards Wan Jianxin's waist and abdomen like a shotgun.

Miracle "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle"

The flying needles are dense like a rainstorm, as thin as a cow's hair, in this secret realm of the sea where the light is not very sufficient, it is really difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, each needle has been carefully quenched with the poison of life, and the blood seals the throat, and at the same time, it has also been infused with a large amount of Gangfeng by Fang Tianhang, and within a range of three meters, it can penetrate the body protection of the thirteen masters of the transformation qi.

The moment the flying needle shot, Fang Tianhang felt that he had won, no, it should be said that he had won, his cold and serious face, which was originally like a swordsman, showed a nervous and somewhat lewd smile, he opened his mouth, and was about to let out a hearty laugh for the first time in his life, when he suddenly felt a flower in front of him and a pain in his back shoulder.

A three-foot green blade emerged from his left shoulder, blood splattering, and the fear and pain completely extinguished the joy of victory that was about to spread. Fang Tianhang gritted his teeth and desperately urged his whole body's strength, but he still couldn't save himself from the severe pain of being stabbed and the fear of the northerners taking the back door. "What—when?!" he roared in his heart, but he had to grit his teeth now so that he would not let out a cowardly scream in pain and fear.

The moment the Heavenly Expedition pulled it out, it didn't take away a large piece of meat like an ordinary sword blade, but instead brought a different kind of relaxation. Fang Tianhang turned around angrily, exerted all the strength of his body, gathered the power of wind and thunder contained in every acupoint around his body, and displayed the strongest divine skill in his life, which was also the ultimate decisive battle that made him pretentious.

"Noisy Void Skull Swirl Vacuum Slash!"

A blow of whirlwind slash, burst out of a terrifying vacuum-like sword pressure, followed by countless saw blades cutting back and forth like Liulan, that sword can truly be called earth-shattering, gods and ghosts retreat, not limited by the rules of Gangfeng, and at the same time can not hurt any living beings The sword pressure suddenly swelled into a ring, covering a range of 100 meters, and the sand ground was slashed off a whole layer with a boom, and the vacuum sword qi that exceeded the limit of the power of wind and thunder directly slashed towards Wan Jianxin's neck.

Subduing the Heavenly Expedition, it emitted a brilliant light, like a high-power searchlight, the flashing light was only a moment of brilliance, and it was completely wiped out in the wind, and at that moment, Fang Tianhang's final battle was completely extinguished in an instant.

It wasn't a sword move, at least not a special sword technique. It was a technique of using Gangfeng, a merciless crushing of low-ranking samurai by high-ranking samurai.

The long sword with a sword in Wan Jianxin's hand gently parried Fang Tianhang's blow with all his strength. The moment the two swords were crossed, the sword burst into a super giant sword pressure that was thousands of times more powerful than Fang Tianhang, instantly pressing all the swords on his body, around him, and even within a hundred steps of a radius of 100 steps, the wind blade and the air flow were completely blown away and completely wiped out, at that moment, Fang Tianhang's most proud mastery in his life turned into worthless garbage in front of the ten thousand sword hearts that he hated and despised the most, and spent his life wanting to step on under his feet.

Stunt: Anti-ghost killing.

"How...... But ......" Fang Tianhang was completely blinded, he never thought about it, and he didn't even dare to dream that one day, he would actually be killed by the person he despised and hated the most.

Anti-ghost killing is a technique that only emerged after the change of the sky, and the most important researcher and use is the only mage, Mr. Silver Dust, who uses the vector power that is roughly equal to the opponent but in the opposite direction to teach the opponent's attack, and break the gangfeng, and at the same time will passively attract some unknown heaven to block the opponent's vitality for ten to thirty seconds, so as to achieve the effect of defeating the enemy.

This kind of technique is not something that anyone can play, in fact, the people who can use it are only a little more limited than those who can comprehend the way of killing, and they are even rarer than those who cultivate Liulan, and they are almost intangible cultural heritage. The use of anti-ghost killing, first of all, you must have a very good understanding of the opponent's moves, and be able to predict the direction of the opponent's subsequent moves or energetic movements, otherwise the anti-ghost killing will be broken, and it will become a brutal parry with no technical content, and finally evolve into a death match between two people standing still and competing for the depth of the gods, and at the same time, there must be enough Gangfeng and the opponent's strength to counteract, and there must be an extra strength to attract the final heavenly rule, overall, unless it is a small realm higher than the opponent, it is impossible to have both of these points, and it is impossible to complete the anti-ghost killing。

Therefore, anti-ghost killing is a crushing technique from the high realm to the low realm, just like the staggered defense breaking "instant kill" before the sky change, but the consumption is much smaller than the instant kill, maybe only a little more than one-tenth. Fang Tianhang was hit head-on like this, it was like being swollen by a blow to the head, the whole person was not good, and he didn't know how to express his emotions after stammering two words "how".

Of course, everyone knew that his heart was broken at this time.

"How's that? You actually want to say how can you cultivate?" Wan Jianxin inserted the Heavenly Expedition back into the scabbard, calmly took a few steps back, and sneered: "What? Don't you hurry up and recognize the facts now and use all your strength and skills? If you want to rely on these secret weapons, sneak attacks, or something to win like just now, then I can only say that you will not have the opportunity to draw your sword in the future." ”

When Wan Jianxin said this, he suddenly turned cold: "Surnamed Fang, let me tell you, if you dare to shoot any hidden weapon, I will dare to cut off all your hands! The people of the Divine Sword Gate, if they are degraded to the point of using demonic means to win, then they are not even qualified to live! In this world, there is no shortage of such a small number of flies and dogs, and there is no need for a Divine Sword Sect that relies on sneak attacks to hurt people!"

"You, what are you talking about!" Fang Tianhang's face turned purple with anger: "What big words are you talking about? Cut off the official's hands? Aren't you afraid of ...... grass people?"

"Wake up, this is a secret realm!" Wan Jianxin interrupted him rudely: "It's a big deal that Wan killed you, the former senior brother! Do you think that after leaving the secret realm, someone will care how you die? The master behind you really values you so much?"

"Uh!!" Fang Tianhang was so white that he couldn't speak, he could only have red eyes, inserted the long sword back into the scabbard, and prepared to draw the sword again to duel: "Just you, you are such an abandoned garbage outcast, do you still talk about defeating this official?!"

When Wan Jianxin heard his words, he smiled instead, but his smile was filled with a kind of destruction after struggling: "Whether it will succeed or not, will you know if you try it?"

"Okay! This official just wanted to see your expression on the ground after your hands and feet were cut off, lying on the ground and wailing! Ha! Really! Noisy Void Skull Continuous Fencing!" Fang Tianhang used all his strength and roared and pulled out his sword.

The light of the mysterious weapon bloomed, the power of the peak of mortal dust stirred, and the fierce wind swirled, turning into a whole wall of thunder, the sound of storms, thunder, and sword pressure were intertwined, and the wind, thunder, and sword pressure completely enveloped the sand within a radius of 100 meters. Above the sand plain, the "sky" suddenly became gloomy, and a thin layer of black clouds covered the overhead, spraying thunder and lightning downward, and bursts of green smoke on the sand. Fang Tianhang, under such a momentum increase that was suspected of being "Heavenly Help", started with a direct stab, and launched the "Secret Mystery of the Final Decisive Battle" that he had carefully studied and practiced for several years.

The wind at the top of the mortal dust level gathered on the tip of the blue-green sword, as if the greatest confidence in this person's life was also gathered at one point, however, the moment Wan Jianxin pulled out the sword again, Fang Tianhang only felt that his world had collapsed entirely.

The distracted Gangfeng finally erupted without reservation or objection at the moment when the Heavenly Expedition was unsheathed.

The wind rose from the ground, but it didn't bring much sand and dust, because a strange force similar to static electricity held the dust on the ground firmly in place. The long white wind, like a ghost shuttling out of the other world, flashed out at the moment when Ten Thousand Sword Heart drew its sword, counting from the top of the hilt of the Heavenly Expedition until a hundred steps away, completely connecting into a sword blade that looked like a straight line with a wavy edge.

It was the real sword, the sword of Wan Jianxin, at that moment, the entire heaven and earth were illuminated transparently by an inexplicable, pure white light, as if everything in a hundred steps radius had become a precise model carved by crystal, whether it was the black clouds, lightning, Gangfeng, or himself gathered by Fang Tianhang, the mysterious sword in his hand, and even the sandy ground under his feet, all became transparent and crystal clear in an instant, as if all chaos and ugliness had been lost in heaven and earth at once. Wan Jianxin held the sword in both hands and made a horizontal slash-like motion, his sword moving every millimeter as it was blown by his own gang wind, vibrating at a certain frequency at high speed.

For the first moment, there was only a faint hum between heaven and earth, as if Ten Thousand Sword Heart was holding Skywalker's lightsaber to cut through the air. However, immediately afterward, an unpleasant smell erupted in the air, and with a low and continuous explosion, beads of turquoise light emerged from the air, blending into the long sword in Wan Jianxin's hand like a bird throwing into the forest.

Those light beads are ionized air.

One blow horizontal slash move with the old, and the huge fan-shaped trajectory of the long sword and the sword mang, at this moment, was replaced by eighteen emerald green sword qi, the sword qi was like an arc-shaped shock wave, one by one, layer by layer, wave after wave from the small fan-shaped trajectory of the long sword, along the direction of the sword, while speeding and facing the wind, it rose, and when it reached the edge of the sword, a hundred steps away, those green sword qi had already turned into a huge arc spanning eighty-nine meters.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, and time and space stopped. Everything seems to happen in the cracks of time and space. There was only the sound of being ionized in the air, and only a few wisps of scattered breeze on the sandy plains. A second later, the eighteen sword qi seemed to be fully charged, and it exploded violently, and the hundred-step sand plain exploded as if it had really been hit by a salvo of rocket artillery.

The sand rushed into the air, the thunder flashed in the hurricane, and one after another a terrifying electric current like a high-pressure plasma impact cannon was raging in this small piece of sand with the impact of a maglev train at full speed. Wan Jianxin took the posture of taking out the sword, listened intently for a while, slowly relaxed, and gently inserted the holy weapon-level Heavenly Expedition back into the scabbard.

"That's it...... It's over!"

His sigh, in the midst of the raging storm, was so faint that it could not have been heard by a second man.

Wan Jianxin knew that he had "done his best to be benevolent and righteous", in order to have a good fight with this person, in order to reproduce the wonderful legend of the master's "will to kill the opponent, and kill without killing", he was fully prepared, deliberately forbearance at the beginning, deliberate release of water in the battle, and finally counterattack, and even killed each other, and even used the "formula" that he and Yinchen jointly researched, but as a result, he did not get even the faintest trace of pleasure from such a ritual-like activity.

On the other side, Fang Tianhang, who was halfway through the move, knew that everything was over the moment he saw Wan Jianxin slashing over.

The most intolerable, unbelievable, and unforgivable thing of his life happened.

Wan Jianxin's cultivation is higher than his own and is the difference between the human and holy realms, the difference between distraction and qi, and the difference between a small realm, are all far away. Unless Fang Tianhang found someone to form an army, there was no way to defeat Wan Jianxin, because Wan Jianxin was holding a treasure holy weapon in his hand, and the simplest and simplest method of suppressing people with a weapon would definitely not work.

At the moment when the sword light lit up, he Fang Tianhang finally knew the purpose of Wan Jianxin's trip.

He is here to humiliate himself, not the other way around, to humiliate himself.

He once wanted to trample Fang Tianhang under his feet and humiliate him well, he once regarded this as one of his lifelong goals, but at this moment, his goal, his faith, his persistence, and his life were all negated by that sword.

Facing that sword, facing the terrifying mystery of the killing Dao level, and facing the Gangfeng of the distraction realm that he could not penetrate, Fang Tianhang's brain was already numb, he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't decide anything. He was almost thinking and acting on his spinal cord, relying on the instinct that he had cultivated as a swordsman wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, and he completely subconsciously put his long sword up and blocked the blow horizontally, and then, he looked at the medium-grade mysterious weapon in his hand blankly, turning into flying fragments in front of his eyes.