Xin Fang's actions were quickly noticed by Feng Yong, and he quickly flicked ten fingers, making the magic sound even worse, and the rhythm was also changing rapidly. The Delusion Calamity Demon Sword and the Seven Strings were also trying to change into different formations, and the pressure of various structures bombarded the Great Tomb Array like the sky and the earth cracked, and there were constant spatial cracks one after another.

The magic sound not only directly attacked the Great Tomb Array, but also indirectly affected Xin Fang, and this indirect was more violent than the direct one. Feng Yong was already good at meridian attacks, and at this time, there were Gu calamities and sword aids, which made his methods even more rampant. It was because despite the great array of ancient tombs, Xin Fang still tasted great pain in the world.

When the Emperor's Heavenly Slash Intent led to the countercurrent trend of the meridians of the Xin Fang Body Realm, Feng Yong's meridian demonic sound offensive also broke through for the first time, and the two types of violent meridian phenomena made him faint several times. Fortunately, he was able to rely on the various new constructions launched by the meridian transformation to finally maintain his vitality.

Xin Fang leaned against the big stone pillar, and after carrying the rounds of attacks of the magic sounds, he finally found an opportunity to listen to these amazing notes and mysterious rhythms, but in the initial stage, he still only felt that the interpretation of those magic sounds was as chaotic as his own meridians at the moment.

Xin Fang had to temporarily put down his counterattack exploration of the magic sound and began to sort out this meridian system. However, because of the interference of the magic sound, Xin Fang couldn't find any other way, so he simply followed the rhythm of the magic sound to open a new chapter in the meridian pattern.

The rhythm of the magic sound is strange and changeable, which is incomprehensible and unknowing. Sometimes like the wind, sometimes like the wind, sometimes like the power of the world, between the light wind is the long stream of thin water, sometimes like thunder, sometimes like a reflection, sometimes more like the sea surface switching between calm and rough waves, their evolution makes Xin Fang repeatedly cycle in two states: unadapted and adapted.

However, Xin Fang was finally enlightened by the long experience, so he pressed his palms tightly against the big stone pillar, and closed his eyes, not looking at the distraction, so that his ears only locked on one note, and let the rest be noisy. When that note is gone. Xin Fang did not chase but stared at the spot, looking forward to the next visit of the same note.

This kind of waiting did not last long, Xin Fang also knew that Feng Yong was not a person who was proficient in or even exposed to music, he could be said to know nothing about playing the piano, and those magic sounds were all based on the sword, and it was none of his business. Xin Fang was also pleasantly surprised to find that Feng Yong's move of only plucking the invisible strings back and forth suppressed the power that the magic sound should contain.

Through the intermittent collection of guò, Xin Fang gradually found a rhythm suitable for his own development from the magic sound, and his meridian countercurrent movement gradually improved. Under the extraordinary performance of the Great Tomb Array, which was even stronger than the Eagle Ancestor itself, the seven strings that had exploded nearly a stick of incense had not shaken the overall structure of the Great Tomb Array.

The first meridian reversal was finally successful. Xin Fang's invincibility also allowed him to regain control of the entire sword meridian system. When he was young, Xin Fang listened to the magic voice that had asked for his life several times, and it was like a heavenly sound at this moment.

"Boom!" After all, the Great Tomb Array was still overdrawn, and it was blasted into twenty-four independent Ancient Tomb Armors by seven strings, and they were scattered messily in front of and behind Xin Fang. Xin Fang beckoned and took them all back into the Yuan Gu.

The seven strings are constantly changing shapes, approaching Xin Fang. Then there was the Delusion Scourge Demon Sword with his hands in front of his chest in mid-air, and his ten fingers were slightly curled, which corresponded to sitting cross-legged on the parallel plane of the small stone formation and also having his hands in front of his chest. Feng Yong, whose ten fingers are slightly curled. Feng Yong looked at Xin Fang coldly, the corners of his mouth trembled, and without saying a word, he immediately moved his ten fingers again. The magic sound suddenly rose and stretched for thousands of miles again.

The strings were abruptly set, and they set off a royal primary offensive. Xin Fang was not afraid, he followed the rhythm of the magic sound and flowed backwards. The outbreak of a set of fighting and star shifting, which fits in the emperor's intentions. Xin Fang's eyes locked on the first string, and his right hand circled the finger of heaven. The Emperor's Heavenly Intent, which had merged into the Dou Turning Stars, was crowded into the small holy flame at his fingertips.

The meaning is mighty, and finally collides with the menacing seven strings, making the space scramble for the first time. The loud noise covered up the magic sound for a while, which had a certain impact on Feng Yong and Xin Fang, but the rhythm was still distinct, and Xin Fang blended into the background one step ahead of Feng Yong. As the sound of the piano fluctuated to the rhythm of Xin Fang, he suddenly felt a phenomenon of elemental birth descending on him.

"It's the breath of life. Xin Fang sighed in amazement, the birth of the breath of life marked his complete control of the meridian reverse current such a major cultivation. Without waiting for Xin Fang to think about it, a strong oppression suddenly came overwhelmingly, and he could only temporarily let go of the idea of condensing the breath of life, and was bent on taking advantage of the scene of the meridians flowing against the current to rise up again, smashing the black shadow that loomed in his field of vision.

Xin Fang's sword style was heavily pointed on a swarthy fist, and the confrontation between the two royal attacks caused the entire Great Stone Teme to be wiped out. As for the countless meridian gate people who didn't have time to escape, they were also shocked to the point that their spirits were destroyed, and their souls were scattered.

The first close attack into the delusional natural disaster of the Soul Restoration Demon Sword, Xin Fang's first feeling was that the attack on the opposite side was unfathomable. Xin Fang was in the mystery, and he explored the scene inside the Delusion Demon Sword as much as possible through his fingers, but the inside of the latter was exactly the same as its attack, a bottomless pit.

The magic sound suddenly rose again, and the Delusion Calamity Demon Sword suddenly increased in strength, its fist overshadowed its fingers, forcing Xin Fang back, and also pushing away a breath of life. The Delusion Scourge Demon Sword won a small victory, roared wildly, and then took off, jumped high, and suddenly turned its head and tail halfway through, head down, facing Xin Fang.

The breath of life seeped into the brain, giving Xin Fang a new interpretation of the cycle of life and death. Previously, he used this style to use the Soul Returning Demon Sword to condense the breath of life and death and exert his might, which was not a skill, but now that the breath of life was around him, he could find the feeling of performing the cycle of life and death heartily even if he didn't have the Soul Returning Demon Sword.

Xin Fang pointed to the cycle of life and death, pulling the more and more majestic breath of life around him, and attacking the delusional natural disaster demon sword that fell from the sky. Xin Fang's two fingers at this moment were like a command flag commanding thousands of troops, and the breath of life that infected the depressed heaven and earth was instantly active, and the power was fully displayed, straight through the fingers.

Such a huge hidden lineup made the delusional natural calamity who did not have spiritual intelligence seem to gasp, and the white air on the surface of his body was churning. At this moment, the magic sound rose again, and the Delusion Demon Sword was encouraged, its eyes were red, and it poured out its essence, clenching its fists again, fighting against two fingers.

"Boom!"

A phenomenon that was even greater than any previous imperial impact suddenly spread throughout the entire meridian gate headquarters, and for a while, this once honorary holy place was shrouded in darkness, the void was shattered, the demon array was scrapped, the tall buildings overturned, and the gate people were killed and injured. And Stonehenge, the origin of the recent offensive, has now become a glaring crater, in which the smoke of gunpowder fills.

At the bottom of the lifeless pit, two crashing sounds suddenly sounded against the deathly silence of the background. When the smoke and dust pushed through the space, two figures appeared, which were the two sides who had led the battle before, Xin Fang and the Delusion Scourge Demon Sword.

Xin Fang didn't pay full attention to the delusional calamity demon sword standing opposite him at this moment, because above his two-handed sword style, there was Wang Wei, who needed more attention. Xin Fang looked at the Delusion Calamity Demon Sword that was gathering momentum in the distance, and said suspiciously, "How can it be Wang Wei? Could it be that this thing came from the Death Abyss Forest?"

Just as Xin Fang was puzzled, the sound of footsteps like a landslide and a crack in the ground came to his ears. Xin Fang didn't think much about it, he clenched his fists and snorted: "Since it's Wang Wei, it's easy to do." "Xin Fang once again reversed the meridians, and at the same time ran the time mystery. Different routines, the same vision.

Xin Fang let out a false snort, his eyes locked on the galloping Heavenly Calamity Demon Sword. At this moment, the meridian countercurrent phenomenon in his body realm has reached a first-class extreme, and the flow of time is also endless, and it is exquisitely converging in the palm of his hand. As the Delusional Calamity Demon Sword got closer, Xin Fang's understanding of the Wang Wei it contained became clearer and clearer.

"Extreme Creation!" Xin Fang slapped his palms, making the time mystic finally become Wang Wei's trend, and at this moment, the Delusion Heavenly Calamity Demon Sword set off the imperial primary offensive. Xin Fang focused on Wang Wei's creation, on the surface, he seemed to have given up the offensive, and it was difficult for ordinary powerhouses to distinguish the true from the fake, let alone the stupid delusional natural calamity demon sword.

When the delusional natural calamity demon sword wanted to kill Xin Fang, the latter suddenly created an esoteric rune totem in the void in front of him, which was exactly the trend of Wang Wei of external release. Xin Fang's right hand linked to Wang Wei, and the sword style pointed upwards sharply, intending to move the Wang Wei trend to soar up, passing through the imperial attack, and pointing directly at the eyebrows of the delusional natural calamity demon sword. (To be continued......)