"Poof!"

The momentum was like a rainbow, and the backhand was almost condensed like substance, directly crushing Fang Cun's unformed killing intent, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person withdrew five steps one after another, leaving five clear footprints on the ground, however, even so, Fang Cun still held on and did not kneel.

"Zheng!"

Taking advantage of this retreating momentum, Fang Cun finally drew his sword out, and the monstrous killing intent grew wildly with this sword!

"Kill!"

Seven Kills Sword Codex, First Style!

Suddenly, this killing word burst out of his mouth, and the killing intent on Fang Cun's body suddenly multiplied with this sword skill, swept away the decline, and once again confronted the opponent's reality.

"How daring!" A trace of essence suddenly shot out of his eyes, and the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master took another step, and the fierce sword qi seemed to tear through the space, making a burst of sound that broke through the air. Fang Cun's sword technique was suppressed by force, and he couldn't make a move at all.

It is ridiculous that such an ant-like existence would dare to use a sword against himself.

With his identity, let alone the Xuan Rank, even some strong people who have just stepped into the Heavenly Rank don't have the courage to move a sword against him!

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master couldn't help but feel a trace of annoyance in his heart, just a Xuan-level kid actually challenged his majesty again and again, could it be that he really thought that the powerhouse of the Heavenly Rank was a turnip and cabbage?

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower is the river, and the upper is the star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. ”

Unexpectedly, even if the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master raised his momentum again, and even faintly derived a trace of sword qi, not only did he not subdue Fang Cun, but instead aroused the pride in Fang Cun's heart, and an invisible battle intent suddenly erupted.

Reading the poems from his mouth word by word, Fang Cun's whole person also seemed to be inspired by the heroic righteousness in the poems, and he stiffened his chest.

Righteous song!

At this moment, Fang Cun seemed to really incarnate into the righteousness of heaven and earth, revealing the essence of his eyes, and deriving heaven and earth.

"The imperial road should be cleared, and the Ming Court will be contained and studied. When the poor festival is seen, one by one!"

As the words fell, Fang Cun seemed to suddenly break free from the shackles of this heaven and earth, and the half-style sword technique that had just been suppressed was suddenly completely released.

The blood-colored killing word suddenly took shape in the air, turning into a terrifying sword qi that burst out of the air.

"Boom!"

As soon as he raised his hand and gently stretched out his fingers, the monstrous sword qi suddenly melted away like ice and snow under the scorching flames, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

However, the shock of this sword to the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master was undoubtedly the same as a thunderclap on the ground!

Until this moment, he couldn't figure out what kind of power could support a mere Xuan-level kid, break the confinement of his momentum, and cut out this sword.

Although the sword qi is not strong, the meaning contained in this sword is definitely an earth-shattering power.

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master was almost certain that if he was in a different place, he would definitely not be able to do this, how shocking this was!

This son is extraordinary!

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master finally understood why a demon-level genius like Xiang Kong would die in the hands of this unattractive kid in front of him.

"A good heaven and earth have righteousness, okay, with this sword alone, you are enough to be proud!" There was a gleam in his eyes, but the Sword Pavilion Master suddenly collected that terrifying momentum, and the sword slashed out, that is, he broke free from the confinement and broke the aura, even if he applied pressure again, it would not be useful.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that if he wanted to win a square inch, even he had to do it himself.

Turning fingers into swords, there is no earth-shattering sword aura, there is no terrifying sound of wind and thunder, just a simple point, it is like heaven and earth punishing, there is no way to avoid it.

If ordinary people watch the battle, they can't see the slightest mystery from this finger, but if it is the existence of the king of the Northern Regions, they can find that this casual finger already has a faint intention to transform the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and Fang Cun's brain quickly replayed the scene when the god of wine Xiaoyaozi led wine into a sword and seriously injured a Xuan-rank powerhouse.

This finger is actually similar to it.

This is the real control of the power of heaven and earth, with a single thought, blocking heaven and earth, let alone dodging, even moving a little finger is an extravagant hope.

"Dao!"

At this moment, Fang Cun seemed to have returned to the time when he was looking at the word on Fang Cun Mountain, visualizing the desolation of heaven and earth, his heart was empty, and he didn't realize the passage of time, and his thinking also stopped running.

All day long, the heavens and the earth are circulating the kind of Hongmeng Avenue that the universe has just opened.

It's a long story, but in reality, it's just a blink of an eye.

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master naturally wouldn't know what a miraculous situation Fang Cun had entered at this moment, and he just thought that Fang Cun was stupid by this sword.

In a few breaths, a finger flutters!

"Ding!"

Almost at the moment when that finger was about to hit Fang Cun's body, Fang Cun's body suddenly moved, and he didn't see how to move, and the Qiushui Sword in his hand accurately met the finger of the Sword Pavilion Master.

A sword in his hand seemed to be in line with the truth of heaven and earth, even with the strength of the Sword Pavilion Master, he couldn't even understand the rhyme of this sword, as if Fang Cun had taken shit luck, and just put the sword to his fingertips.

With a crisp sound, even if a divine weapon like the Qiushui Sword could not stop a blow from a strong person like the Sword Pavilion Master, when he heard a click, the Qiushui Sword in Fang Cun's hand suddenly broke into two, and at the same time, Fang Cun's body was suddenly thrown out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, instantly smashing into the wall of the house behind him, forcibly penetrating the wall and falling to the ground.

Slightly stunned, the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master carefully recalled the sword just now, but after all, he didn't realize it, shook his head slightly, let go of that different kind of thought, and sighed softly.

He knew better than anyone else that this blow was enough to seriously injure him and make him unable to struggle anymore.

It is really a pity that such a genius is about to die in his own hands.

"That's it, take him back to the Sword Pavilion, make him kneel in front of Kong'er's tomb, and kill himself. ”

It's just that before such a thought has completely fallen, I saw that among the ruins of the wall, Fang Cun actually stood up slowly again, although he was covered with dust and his clothes were already messy, but his waist was still straight, and his eyes were still full of clarity, without the slightest fear and retreat.

"I'm sorry, my leg hasn't broken yet, and I can't kneel!" There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and Fang Cun said proudly, "Doesn't the pavilion master hear it, the moon is not damaged, and the sword is reluctant?!"

The Assassin's waist was never bent in the middle of a desperate situation.

Although the strength was inferior to the other party, and the incident happened too hastily, there was no chance to react, however, the pride that belonged to the assassin would definitely not fade in the slightest.

The sword is broken, and the bone is hard to bend!