After the white-bearded old man felt the power of the spirit blade, his complexion changed slightly, and he immediately raised his hands, and a dark black spirit sword flew out of his storage bag, instantly turning into a few zhang in size, and the black mangs went straight to meet the spirit blade that Fang Shaoyang had slashed.

The next moment, the two giant swords slashed together.

There was a loud bang! A huge halo of more than ten zhang of white and black suddenly erupted from the slash of the two swords.

Immediately afterwards, with a "poof", Bai Mang and Hei Mang fought at the same time and began to devour each other.

However, in a few breaths, the white mang and the black mang actually consumed each other, and the two-color halo naturally disappeared.

The spirit blade and the black sword reappeared.

I saw that the two extraordinary spirit swords had all returned to their original sizes, but they were still-for-tat.

Fang Shaoyang raised his eyebrows, pointed at the spirit blade, and shouted: "Old guy, that consumed a lot of your spiritual power just now! Next, let you see the true magic power of Ben Shao." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Shaoyang shouted: "Thunder!"

An incredible scene has appeared!

I saw a small purple sword appear in the middle of Fang Shaoyang's forehead.

The purple lines on the surface of the sword body wriggled for a while, as if they had come to life, and all of them poured into the spirit blade.

The spirit blade instantly erupted into a cloud of purple electric light that was impossible to look at, and the flickering purple electricity appeared on the spirit blade, the light was dazzling, and it exuded a surging and powerful aura.

"Slash!" Fang Shaoyang shouted again, and the spiritual power in his body was frantically injected into the spirit blade, and he slashed at the white-bearded old man again.

A purple sword more than ten zhang huge instantly poured out from the spirit blade, cutting the void in half, and came to the white-bearded old man in the blink of an eye.

"No!" the old man screamed in despair when he sensed the monstrous power of the sword attacking.

But after all, he is also old, and at the moment of life and death, he naturally does not want to sit still, but bites the tip of his tongue, opens his mouth and spews out a large mouthful of essence blood, which is submerged in the black sword in front of him.

The black sword suddenly flourished, like substance, and turned into a black sword and shield above the white-bearded old man's head.

After the old man did all this, his face couldn't help but relax slightly.

His high-grade spirit sword has cost him a lot of money, but it is also a penny for a penny, this move "sword body shield" can not only resolve the power of the opponent's supernatural powers, but also have a certain defensive effect, I don't know how many strong enemies he has defeated in his life, this time, it will definitely not let him down.

However, this old thing still underestimated the spirit blade in Fang Shaoyang's hand, it was a psychic weapon, even if his black sword and shield were a little wonderful, how could he resist the sharpness of the spirit blade.

I saw that the next moment, the purple sword slashed straight at the black sword and shield, like a knife cutting tofu, splitting the sword and shield in two, whistling by, and then, in the old man's face full of disbelief, the white-bearded old man was split in half.

And the purple sword was still powerful, suspended in place.

When Yan Chengfei and the middle-aged man surnamed Lin saw this scene, they all opened their mouths wide, their faces were like ashes, their faces were shocked and unacceptable, but they were more afraid of death.

"Now, it's the two of you'll be in turn. Fang Shaoyang stared at the two of them and reminded them coldly.

"The third prince is running away!" Lin Zijian couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he heard what Fang Shaoyang said, and shouted.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Chengfei turned around and ran.

The middle-aged man's movements were no slower than Yan Cheng's, and he also spread his feet and fled in the opposite direction.

"Hmph, I just want to run away now, it's too late. Fang Shaoyang snorted coldly, the sword trick of both hands changed, and he pointed at the purple sword above the old man's corpse, and shouted loudly: "Go!"

I saw that the purple sword suddenly rolled, and its body shrank to the size of a zhangxu, and the colorful light on its body became more condensed, as if it were substance.

Immediately afterwards, the purple sword whistled and slashed in the direction of the middle-aged man Lin Zijian's escape.

In just a few moments, Lin Zijian had already escaped more than ten zhang away, which showed how fast his escape was.

However, his escape speed was fast, and the speed at which the spirit blade sword slashed out was even faster.

In the blink of an eye, he slashed behind him, only a few feet away from him, and saw that this person was about to end up with the white-bearded old man, and was cut in two.

Lin Zijian was so frightened that he couldn't take care of running for his life anymore, and grabbed it in the air, and a spirit sword instantly appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zijian didn't think about it, injected all the spiritual power into the sword weapon in his hand, and then slashed behind him without looking back.

A sword light immediately poured out from his spirit sword and slashed at the purple sword light behind him.

After doing all this, Lin Zijian didn't care about the result, smeared oil on the soles of his feet again, and began to run away frantically.

Lin Zijian believes that his all-out blow can definitely resolve the crisis behind him and buy him time to escape.

But, unfortunately, he overthought it.

The sword he unleashed slashed at the sword of the spirit blade, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without the slightest wave.

The next moment, the purple spirit blade sword was unblocked, and it slashed at Lin Zijian's body at once.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and the middle-aged man's head fell in response, but the headless corpse did not stop, and after running a few more steps, it fell to the ground, and the corpse separated.

From Fang Shaoyang's shot to the killing of the middle-aged man Lin Zijian, it was a long story, but it only took two breaths before and after.

Yan Chengfei's throat was very tight, and he regretted it very much in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't provoke the evil star behind him, and regretting that he shouldn't easily believe in the provocation of others.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and he Yan Sangongzi also understands this, the moment he sensed Lin Zijian's death, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and ran even harder, and his speed was a little faster in an instant.

At the same time, Yan Chengfei hurriedly sensed Fang Shaoyang's actions behind him with his spiritual power, and found that he was just standing in place, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and his grasp of his escape was a little greater.

However, at this moment, there was a fluctuation in front of Yan Chengfei, and a white giant sword, exuding a powerful aura that made him tremble, appeared out of thin air, locked him deadly, and blocked his way.

This sword is the Spirit Blade!

Before the man arrives, the sword arrives first!

Yan Chengfei immediately stopped, because he knew that as long as he dared to make another move, the giant sword in front of him would immediately kill him here.

"Grandpa Fang's life! You and I have no grievances, and it is a complete misunderstanding to get to this point! As long as you spare my life, I will definitely thank you heavily." Besides, my father is the head of the Yan family, if you kill me, his old man will definitely not let you go. Yan Cheng Feizhu spun around, and said a lot of coercion and seduction.

"The head of the Yan family, it's really not easy to mess with!" Fang Shaoyang heard this, his sword eyebrows raised, and his face hesitated.

"Yes, I'll just say, you've heard of his old man's name. Yan Chengfei saw that Fang Shaoyang did not immediately challenge him, and his heart was at ease, and he said with a proud face.

"Hehe, Young Master Yan, I didn't want to provoke your Yan family. But~" Fang Shaoyang chuckled twice and said meaningfully.

"Grandpa Fang, but what?" Yan Chengfei had a bad premonition in his heart, and he was silent for a while, but he still asked stupidly.

"But I have been a human being for two lives, and I know very well that people's hearts are sinister! If you provoke me, you still want to kill me? In this case, you have to be prepared to be killed by me!" Fang Shaoyang's expression turned cold, and he shouted.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Shaoyang rushed to the spirit blade with a sword trick, and the spirit blade suddenly became white, and slashed straight towards Yan Chengfei.

Yan Chengfei couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Fang Shaoyang's shouting, seeing the spirit blade coming, but his face was like ashes, and he didn't see any resistance to move, he only heard his unwilling desperate roar: "Little beast! ”

The next moment, the spirit blade directly slashed Yan Chengfei in two, and blood flowed all over the ground.