Yuwen Xiu lowered his voice and let out a low roar that seemed to be a beast purring, and on his body, the flesh and blood began to condense, and the muscles seemed to turn black, and finally condensed into a black armor outside the surface of the body.

Yu Wenxiu held the disc in his left hand and the judge's pen in his right hand.

The torture pen in his right hand moved forward a little, and for a moment Fang Ze felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer.

At the same time, Fang Ze's divine soul felt a huge traction, and immediately the illusion was enveloped in the spirit.

Fang Ze saw or fell into an illusion as if he were there.

He felt his flesh blurry, one eye bursting, the other eye was red, and the flesh and blood all over his body had festered.

And in front of him, Lan Ying fell in a pool of blood, her whole body was covered with wounds, and in front of Lan Ying, a baby was smashed to the ground.

And behind him is the Weiyuan Palace of Cangxia Mountain.

Wei Yuan Palace has been breached, all of them are in flames, the whole mountain is red, and his junior brothers and sisters are strewn all over the field, falling in various places.

They were tortured and killed, they were killed, they were forced*, and they were tortured in all kinds of ways.

Master Wu Daozi's head was cut off, and his head was hung on the tallest building in Weiyuan Palace.

Wu Daozi's eyes were closed, only one head hung there, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Fang Ze's friends, whether it was He Qingge, Chu Huaisha, or his junior brothers Shang Zhonglin, Yu Fenghan, Wei Zifu and others, all died miserably.

Especially Yu Fenghan didn't seem to die immediately, holding the sword in both arms, the left and right arms, hand bones and arm bones turned into white bones, his eyes widened, and it was unbearable to witness.

Wide-eyed, dead-eyed.

Fang Ze could feel the strong smell of blood coming from the wind, he could see the firelight all over the mountains, and even there was a blazing heat wave all around him, which was the kind of heat wave he felt when he burned Wei Yuan Palace.

The smell of blood in his nose could not be washed away, the feeling of ulceration and blurred pain on his skin was so real, and he could also hear the screams and begging for mercy of some struggling junior brothers and sisters in this mountain, as well as the sound of those abusers laughing fiercely.

Fang Ze had blood foam in his mouth, the fishy sweetness brought by the blood filled his mouth, his chest seemed to be burned by flames, full of anger, unwillingness, hatred and other negative emotions, but it seemed that he was about to despair, unable to face the powerful opponent in front of him.

All kinds of visions made Fang Ze feel that this was the reality.

However, at this moment, Fang Ze suddenly gritted his teeth, and his eyes began to gather strength.

In an instant, the scene in front of his eyes, which was like a real reality, made a crisp sound like glass shattering, and it disintegrated at once.

Fang Ze's consciousness returned to reality, and he was still in the sky of Jincheng.

is still fighting against Yuwen Xiu.

Just now, it was the quasi-divine soldier Torture Heart Pen that activated the ability, causing Fang Ze to fall into an illusion.

However, now Fang Ze used the fastest time to break free from that illusion, but even that took a lot of time.

Yu Wenxiu had already flown in front of him at this time.

The torture pen in his right hand pointed at the center of Fang Ze's forehead, and he was about to hit it.

Looking at the pencil that was pointed between his eyebrows, Fang Ze took out his sword with his right hand.

The Burial Dragon Sword stabbed forward.

The tip of the Burial Dragon Sword and the tip of the Torture Heart Pen dotted together, and a cloud of colorful light burst out in an instant.

After a moment of stalemate, Fang Ze and Yuwen Xiu both flew out upside down.

Fang Ze's realm strength was inferior to Yuwen Xiu, and the Torture Heart Pen was one grade worse than Fang Ze's Burial Dragon Sword, everyone exchanged moves, and no one got any benefits.

Fang Ze calmed his breath and turned around with the Burial Dragon Sword in his hand.

And Yuwen Xiu was forcibly suppressing, but he still didn't suppress it, and suddenly he burst into continuous blood splashes in his arms.

Blood splattered out, and almost all of his right arm was cut off, revealing Sen Sen inside

Bones.

However, after entering the demon, Yuwen Xiu's body structure is different from that of a normal martial artist.

I saw that the flesh and blood on his white bones were condensed again, and they were as smooth as small silks, constantly regenerating visibly with the naked eye, condensing into muscles, and then giving birth to skin, and turning into a intact arm again.

Fang Ze frowned tightly.

I fought it on the spot just now, but I didn't bring out the full power of the Burial Dragon Sword.

But if it was a normal situation, Yuwen Xiu's hand should also be useless.

However, after entering the demon, the regeneration ability of Yuwen Xiu's physical body is too strong, which is very unexpected.

And Yu Wenxiu's face was also quite solemn.

He looked at Fang Ze and said, "Your divine soul is actually so tenacious? I attacked with a torture pen just now, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have already had a mental breakdown, and he would be tied to death, and he would be killed by me."

"What method did you use to train the most difficult Divine Soul to this point?"

"If I could, I wouldn't have to be enchanted!"

Fang Ze didn't answer him.

After all, the Xingxin Pen is a quasi-divine soldier, and because of the mismatch of the exercises, Yuwen Xiu did not give full play to the full power of the Xingxin Pen.

But after he entered the demon, he was able to exert more than half of the ability of this torture pen, and he also came to the point of half-step method.

Combining the two, Yuwen Xiu's use of the Torture Heart Pen seems to be more weird and difficult to prevent than the Burial Dragon Sword.

The vision that Fang Ze saw just now was the Torture Heart Pen, which could cause a divine soul attack.

A psychic attack inflicted by a quasi-divine soldier.

If it weren't for Fang Ze's many tests, his heart had gone through the many tests before Huangquan Road and the Evil Mirror Stage, and now he was afraid that he would have been shot in the head with a penny, and he couldn't die anymore.

Fang Ze felt a trace of life and death pressure.

At the same time, he felt something else.

It seemed that in his consciousness, he seemed to have walked to the edge of a cliff, and there was a transparent bridge connecting his realm, and he was one step away from the peak of the Nine Heavens of the Heavenly and Human Realm to the half-step method.

Originally, Fang Ze couldn't take that step, but now that life and death are compared, Fang Ze has an impulse under pressure, as if he can break through this boundary at any time.

"It's still a little bit, it's still a little bit, although this Yuwen Xiu has the ability to threaten me and make me die, but it can't eat me steadily."

"Even if I'm under pressure, the Divine Soul knows that I can probably tie with Yuwen Xiu, and now is not the time to really give me strong motivation to take this step." Fang Ze thought to himself.

Just when he was thinking about how to use the power of Yuwen Xiu to improve his realm in this competition.

Suddenly, a rapid streamer of light flashed in the sky in the distance, and a white-robed man flashed, as if he was constantly teleporting in the air, and soon came to the direction where Fang Ze and Yuwen Xiu were, standing above them.

Fang Ze looked up, his pupils contracted slightly.

I saw that the person who came was none other than Zhao Pengzhou, a genius martial artist of the Zhao clan of the imperial family.