"Die!" Fang Yan, the extremely angry mirror image, slapped his palm on Fang Yan's forehead, and his strength penetrated through his body, and Fang Yan had no time to resist and resist.

Fang Yan's consciousness fell into darkness, he was defeated again, defeated in his own hands for the second time, and he also had no power to resist, and he was completely defeated.

Mirror Fang Yan looked at Fang Yan, who was bleeding from the Seven Apertures, and fell straight down, with no breath at all, looking as if he was dead.

"Do you think you can die like this?" Mirror Fang Yan's face was hideous. "Killed the people of Taiwu City, and killed my sister, you can't forgive, even if you die, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes. ”

Mirror Fang Yan said, swinging his sword towards Fang Yan's head, just as the Demon Lin Sword was about to touch his neck, Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyeballs that were as black as ink, like two black holes, seemed to be able to suck the spirit of people into it at a glance, and they didn't dare to look at it at all, a bloody aura rose on Fang Yan's body, and the demon sword in his hand was entangled in flames.

"Ding"

The two demon swords collided, making a crisp sound, mirroring Fang Yan was stunned, and Fang Yan on the ground had already stood up at some point, looking at him with a stiff face.

A breath of hell escaped from Fang Yan's body, and anyone who looked at it would feel that he was a demon god who had come out of the sea of corpses and blood.

"Who are you? You're not him. Mirror Fang Yan frowned, vigilantly looking at (one) (this) (reading) the novel ybdu at the other party.

Without answering, Fang Yan slowly raised the Demon Lin Sword, the moment the sword moved, the aura of his whole person changed, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the surrounding environment seemed to have turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and everywhere was filled with the breath of death.

"Demon!" Fang Yan's face was shocked, and he swung his sword and stabbed towards Fang Yan.

This world of corpses and blood is the world of mental images, which can also be said to be the spiritual world of artistic conception evolution, in this world, the creator is supreme, and naturally suppresses the opponent in the state of mind.

Mirror Fang Yan has learned to return to the sect of ten thousand swords, and refined into the heavenly sword, naturally he also understands the key to artistic conception, understands the meaning of the mental image world, and condenses his supreme sword intent when he makes a move, and forcibly breaks free from the mental image world of this corpse mountain and sea of blood.

"Heavenly Sword Style. "Mirror Fang Yan's Heavenly Sword Style is more than a step stronger than Fang Yan, as soon as the sword comes out, the whole person is like an out-of-body sword, the human sword is one, and the momentum and strength are completely two levels.

"Ahh

With a sword out, the mirror image of Fang Yan shot out like an arrow from the string, directly through Fang Yan's body.

Mirror Fang Yan turned around and watched Fang Yan's body twist and disappear, while the real Fang Yan was standing in his previous position, still slowly raising his sword.

"Afterimage! What a speed!" Mirror Fang Yan looked at a bloody wound on his right shoulder that was deep and bone-visible. "Even my King Kong body can be broken!?"

I can't believe it, the mirror Fang Yan feels like he has changed his identity at the moment, he was chasing and killing Fang Yan before, suppressing him, as relaxed as a cat playing with a mouse, but now he is being played by the other party.

A sense of powerlessness just rose in his heart, and the mirror Fang Yan immediately suppressed this feeling, and his fighting intent increased, and the color of anger became heavier, urging his true qi.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect. ”

A handle of qi sword condensed, countless sword qi condensed around the mirror Fang Yan, and the entire heaven and earth space-time condensed, and only the two of them could still move, even if the wind was fixed.

The supreme sword intent poured out from the mirror Fang Yan's body, and the power of heaven and earth gathered, and he seemed to have turned into the entire heaven and earth.

Behind Fang Yan, there is still a boundless corpse mountain and blood sea world. And the mirror Fang Yan condensed a huge sword domain world, resisting the erosion of the corpse mountain and blood sea world, which was a competition of artistic conception and spirit, and also a collision of its own strength.

In the later stage of cultivation, more and more attention is paid to the importance of state of mind cultivation, especially after Dan Jin, the lack of state of mind cultivation often hinders cultivation and makes it difficult to make progress. This is also the reason why the further the cultivators in the world go, the fewer the masters.

Especially the god-level existence, it has almost become a legend, although there are these people who are hidden and the people below cannot enter their world, it is more because of the cultivation to the end, few people break through.

If you only need to look at the improvement of your skills, and don't look at the cultivation of your state of mind, then anyone can directly rely on absorbing aura to improve their strength, and the martial gods are flying all over the sky, and they are not as good as dogs.

Mirror Fang Yan urged the sword domain competition, constantly improved his sword intent, and constantly raised the artistic conception, not that he was willing, it was really a last resort, and if he lost in the artistic conception, it would be equivalent to losing this duel.

However, Fang Yan on the opposite side was still raising his sword unhurriedly, from the beginning to the present, his speed was as slow as a snail, and he seemed to be trying hard to lift the sword.

However, it was his simple action that broke the artistic conception condensed by the mirror Fang Yan, as if the heaven and earth were trampled under his feet, standing outside the heaven and earth, condescendingly overlooking the mirror Fang Yan who was casting ten thousand swords to return to the sect.

Mirror Fang Yan condensed the sword intent, and with the help of the power of heaven and earth, he cast ten thousand swords to return to the sect, but suddenly found that he couldn't lock the other party no matter what, it was like preparing to attack with a punch, but he found that he couldn't find the target, and he didn't know where to use it.

This feeling of aggrieved made Mirror Fang Yan feel a sense of frustration, this was not a battle of the same level at all, but as ridiculous as a baby challenging an adult.

"Chop. "Since you can't find the target, then just destroy the whole world.

Countless qi swords accompanied by countless sword qi spun and shot towards Fang Yan, like a stegosaurus, rushing out with a mighty momentum, indomitable and invincible.

But just as this stegosaurus was about to approach Fang Yan, these qi swords and sword qi became scattered.

As soon as the stegosaurus dispersed, it scattered like scattered sand, and everywhere it passed, everything was destroyed, the earth seemed to be ploughed, and there were traces of sword qi everywhere.

One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, when Fang Yan shot for the first time, when he missed the blow, he gave birth to an invincible heart, and he showed a flaw in his state of mind.

Then he used his life's work to urge the return of ten thousand swords to the sect, which can be described as his strongest blow, and the result was Waterloo again, and the flaws in his heart also expanded to the extreme.

The first time, the second time, the mirror Fang Yan dared to make a move, but he no longer had the determination and hope to make a third shot.

As soon as the mood was broken, the sword intent was dispersed, and the original realm of the unity of heaven and man naturally disappeared. In an instant, the world of the corpse mountain and sea of blood invaded again, and in an instant, the mirror Fang Yan was enveloped in it.

"Defeated, defeated after all. Mirror Fang Yan's lonely color flashed and turned into boundless anger. "Why, I'm not reconciled, I can't just lose like this, since I'm going to die, let's die together. ”

The mirror image of Fang Yan is the mirror image of Fang Yan after all, and he is also a refiner.

A bunch of magic weapons appeared in front of him, and the mirror Fang Yan quickly combined them, and at the same time urged the different fire quenching materials to add to them, and after a while, a two-meter diameter ball was formed.

Mirror Fang Yan hugged the round ball and smiled wildly: "Even if you are a demon and have the strength of Emperor Wu, I will pull you to accompany you to the funeral, just let you see it, my ten directions will be destroyed." ”

It is said that it is the destruction of the ten directions, and it is just a name, this combined magic weapon, there is no theory of the ten directions destroying the magic weapon at all, it is just a combination of various parts of the destruction and explosion, and then merged into a magic weapon with a stronger explosion power.

It's like combining all kinds of fireworks and firecrackers, adding some grenades or something, and finally assembling a bomb, although the quality is not good, but the power is definitely not weak.

And the name of the Ten Directions Annihilation, in fact, is also a name for the city-destroying magic weapon, as long as the power reaches this height of the magic weapon, it can destroy a city after exploding, and it can basically be called the Ten Directions Annihilation.

The ten directions made by the mirror Fang Yan are destroyed, because he is a mirror image, so Fang Yan will, he will, and naturally the inscriptions and formations have been added to it, so as to maximize the power of this magic weapon itself.

Once it explodes, it will definitely not be worse than the previous Fang Yan's ten-sided annihilation.

True Qi urged, and the ten directions were extinguished, and it automatically entered the countdown to the explosion, because there was no fine production, just temporary assembly and manufacturing, so the countdown of the explosion could not be like Fang Yan's, which could determine the time, and it was enough for him to withdraw.

"Boy, no matter who you are, no matter how capable you are, today, you are dead. Mirror Fang Yan let out a final roar. The energy fluctuations on the ten sides are becoming more and more intense, and the elemental conflict has begun, and it is about to explode.

And Fang Yan, who was five meters away, had already raised his hand, and the Demon Lin Sword reached the sky.

In an instant, time seemed to pause, and the world of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood also turned from virtual to real, the sky became gloomy, as if it was stained with a layer of blood, and became red, and the earth was full of corpses, and the blood infected the land and turned dark red.

Faintly, it seemed that ghosts could be heard crying and wolves howling, and it seemed that there were endless ghosts crying and wailing, pouring out their boundless resentment to heaven and earth.

Fang Yan held the Demon Lin Sword high and slowly slashed down, mirroring Fang Yan's eyes widened in an instant, like copper bells, both eyes seemed to jump out, and his wide open mouth wanted to breathe hard, but there seemed to be no air supply.

The moment the sword moved, time and space froze, the trajectory of the sword blade, the space was cracked, the heaven and earth were eclipsed under this sword, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood came to life at this moment, and countless unjust ghosts turned from virtual to real, attached to the corpse, stood up again, roared and rushed towards the mirror Fang Yan.

Compared with the speed of raising the sword, the speed of the sword slashing is another extreme, in an instant, or in the blink of an eye, the demon lin sword disappeared, Fang Yan stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the mirror Fang Yan calmly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had raised the Demon Lin Sword before, it would have even made people wonder if he had raised the sword, or if he had held the sword.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood disappeared in an instant, everything returned to its original appearance, a breeze blew, and the ten directions that were supposed to explode were wiped out, turning into a cloud of dust and drifting away.