Shocking, it seems that there is nothing more intimidating than this.

In an instant, the strongest god son was killed on the spot, such a result was enough to scare the others, and the heart of desperate death, which was not firm in the first place, at this moment, there was an unimaginable wavering, if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that he couldn't retreat, I'm afraid that no one would have the courage to attack Fang Cun anymore.

The five afterimages took the attack of five people at the same time, except for the killing of the god son, the other four people didn't get anything good at all, even if it was Mo Yan, it was only a slight advantage, but even at this moment, the five senses had not yet recovered, and they fell into that inexplicable fear.

"Fight with him, he is now also the end of the crossbow, if you fight, it is not necessarily who will die!" "The death of the Divine Son did not bring much sadness to Qing, and at this moment, even he was far more sensitive than the reaction of others! In one sentence, everyone's fighting spirit was re-raised.

Speaking from the heart, Qing's words are not wrong, now the square inch is like a glance, it is indeed miserable to the extreme, even he can clearly feel the trembling of the body, as if every inch of skin in the body, every piece of flesh and blood is trembling, it is a kind of fatigue after really reaching the limit!

In such a battle, the load is really too great for him, if he doesn't hold it in one breath and doesn't need others to attack at all, he himself will fall first.

However, this does not mean that he has really lost!

As a top-level assassin, Fang Cun's will is far from what others can imagine, just a few breaths, he re-stabilized his mind, and his eyes revealed a trace of coldness and said, "You haven't fallen for five minutes, why do you want to fight hard?"

One step out, Fang Cun did not have the slightest intention of retreating, and when he changed hands, the emperor sword in his hand once again bloomed with terrifying sword qi, and he headed towards Mo Yan with the most terrifying speed!

"Emperor Sword Seven Absolute Slashes, I want to see, you can still take a few swords!" There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and Fang Cun's whole person suddenly brought out an afterimage again and slashed towards Mo Yan.

"Two slashes, gas breakers!"

Breaking the connection between the spiritual power of heaven and earth and people, this sword, Fang Cun also did not have the slightest hand, not to mention that the ultimate sword had just burst out, even Mo Yan at the peak could not stop the power of this sword!

In the past, even with Zhang Yifeng's strength, he could not be spared in the face of the Seven Absolute Swords of the Emperor Sword, but chose to fight against it with the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Sword!

Although Mo Yan is also the best disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he is still worse than Zhang Yifeng after all, and as for the Nine Swords of Treading the Heavens, he is completely unqualified to contact, with such a state, it is simply a joke to want to compete with the Seven Absolute Slashes of the Emperor Sword.

In one blow, the gas engine will be cut off!

Losing the five senses and losing the qi machine, Mo Yan couldn't even feel the existence of everything around him at all, as if he had been banished to a reading space, or even died, he was afraid of Fang Cun in his heart, and he was forced into such a desperate situation, he had no strength to resist at all, so he could only rely on his instinct to wave the sword in his hand quickly, trying to stop everyone from approaching.

There was a chill in his eyes, and he shook his body one by one, and used the extreme speed to quickly dodge behind Mo Yan, and at the same time left the chasing Qing to Mo Yan!

If it was under normal conditions, Mo Yan would naturally stop immediately, but now, the five senses and qi machine were cut off, and he couldn't judge who the people around him were, and the speed of Fang Cun was so fast that he didn't even have time to catch the breath.

And Qing, who was chasing Fang Cun, undoubtedly became a target, and the moment he felt Qing approaching, Mo Yan frantically poured the monstrous sword intent towards Qing!

No matter how Qing avoided explaining, he couldn't hear it at all, it was just a crazy attack, but he unconsciously forced Qing to hurry!

Taking advantage of this moment's gap, a gleam burst out of Fang Cun's eyes, and the whole person was already heading towards Chenyang at a speed almost spatial teleportation, without the slightest hesitation, the shot was a lore!

The origin of the thunder cooperated with the sword, the power was monstrous, and with a sword, it broke through the blockade line hastily arranged by Chenyang!

"Fire Spirit Devouring!"

In the crisis, Chen Yang also burned his own vitality, in exchange for this crazy blow, and even did not hesitate to die with Fang Cun!

"Boom!"

With the coercion of the sword, Fang Cun changed seven times in one breath, and each blow fell on the weakest link of the origin of the gushing fire, and in an instant, it was brutally defeated!

It's just that at this moment, the power of the body sword and the thunder sword has also been consumed, and it can no longer threaten Chenyang.

After the blow, Fang Cun didn't have the slightest intention of entanglement, turned around and slashed at Mo Yan with a sword, in the crazy attack just now, Mo Yan finally realized that the origin of the earth that came over was not something that Fang Cun could release, and interrupted his attack!

"Three slashes, break the artistic conception!"

Artistic conception,This itself is the realm of the most mysterious,In addition to the power of the source,Artistic conception is the most powerful source of attack,Once the support of artistic conception is lost,The power that the remaining attacks can leave behind,It's really pitiful。

For Mo Yan, the most terrifying thing about cultivating swords in his life is the artistic conception of the sword, which is far more threatening than the vertical and horizontal sword qi, even if the broken sword does not have enough sword intent support, it will not be able to stimulate the powerful sword qi at all.

However, at this moment, followed by the five senses and the qi machine, the sword of Fang Cun cut off the artistic conception again!

In an instant, for Mo Yan, it was the real sky that had stepped down, as if everything had left him, even if he was dragging the broken sword, he could no longer bring him the slightest sense of security.

The weirdness of the bottom of the kettle, the seven absolute slashes of the emperor sword, is this similar effect to the bottom of the kettle, directly from the depths of the heart, completely disintegrating a person's fighting spirit.

For Fang Cun, Mo Yan at this time was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without the slightest hesitation, in a flash, the imperial sword simply wiped through Mo Yan's throat, bringing up a brilliant blood color, turning into a breath of death.

Until death came, Mo Yan didn't even find the slightest sense of self-existence, and everything that was lost did not come back, but accompanied by death, completely sinking into the bottomless abyss!

The weirdest thing is that at the same time that Mo Yan was wiped and killed, Chen Yang, who was lucky to have escaped just now, suddenly found that his body was neatly broken, and the moment that stinging sensation hit, the whole person's body was still split into several sections!

Soul Wings!

When he opened his mouth, Chenyang's eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound anymore.

That's right, the Thunder Sword and the Body Sword have been blocked by him, but he forgot that Fang Cun still has the Demon Soul Wings behind him, under that terrifying speed, the Demon Soul Wings themselves are the most terrifying weapons, and at the same time as the seven transposition attacks, Fang Cun has already slashed him seven times with the terrifying cutting effect of the Demon Soul Wings, so after one blow, he retreated lightly, without the slightest intention of pursuit.

It's just that the wings of the Demon Soul Wings are too sharp, and the speed of Fang Cun is too fast, Chen Yang, who is bent on resisting the attack of the Thunder Sword and the Body Sword, has not been able to detect the abnormality of his body at all, until Fang Cun turned to kill Mo Yan, and when he wanted to step forward to help, those incisions suddenly appeared, and they completely took away his life in an instant!

Ruthless, crazy!

At this moment, Fang Cun has also reached the limit, whether it is mental or physical, he has also been hit hard, in such a real fight, even if he can gain the upper hand, it is inevitable that he will be attacked by the other party, these injuries have accumulated, coupled with the load on the body of this high-speed movement, just for a moment, Fang Cun's consciousness has even had a vague tendency!

The pain, the kind of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, was enough to make an ordinary heavenly step fall in an instant!

However, Fang Cun actually withstood this crazy pain and completed the lore, and in less than a minute, he attacked and killed Mo Yan and Chen Yang again!

Chilling!

Even if it is Qing, at this moment, he was finally frightened by Fang Cun's killing, can this still be regarded as a human being? Or, such a crazy enemy, who else can compete with it?!

As for the wind marks, he couldn't help but think of the Killing King's instructions before this trip to the Thunder Domain again.

"With your strength, this trip to the Thunder Domain is not expected to be too dangerous, but you remember, if you encounter the Emperor Sword Heir, don't take any chances, retreat immediately, and never be an enemy with it!"

Just before, even when Fang Cun revealed his identity and shouted that he wanted to end the battle within five minutes, Feng Scar still didn't care about it, in his opinion, as one of the Seven Kings, the Killing King was too scruples about this so-called Emperor Sword Descendant! Left and right is just the strength of the half-step Heavenly Rank, what is there to fear? There was even a thought that the Killing King was already old, and he was bent on defeating Fang Cun to prove himself.

However, seeing that Fang Cun had killed the might of the three of them in a little more than three minutes, Feng Scar realized how precious the words of killing the king were! Such an Emperor Sword Descendant, where could he contend with? Even if there was really a Saint-rank powerhouse who fought against Fang Cun again, he doubted that the person who survived in the end would definitely be Fang Cun!

Whether it's his own strength or calculation, in the eyes of others, it's just a joke!

A sense of despair has even grown in his heart, and at this moment, he doesn't even know whether he should continue to fight with Fang Cun or beg for mercy.

(To be continued)

『三七 Chinese .〗 Hanyu pinyin "三七 Chinese" is simple and easy to remember