Fang Yang's mind turned and he calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then took the Nine Palace Sword in his hand, looking at Zhuo Yijian's body as if he were facing a great enemy.

Although the young man in front of him did not have the calm and condensed aura of the Sword Emperor at this time, the Sword Emperor was the Sword Emperor, and he would not be the slightest different because he was old or young.

At this time, his sword path is sharp, there are traces to follow, and it is suitable for Fang Yang to improve.

Looking at Zhuo Yijian's provocation, Fang Yang didn't care either, as soon as he stepped on his footsteps, he burst out instantly, and the purple light on the Nine Palace Sword in his hand floated, the purple broke through, and a sword slashed out.

Airplanes!

The sword qi broke through the air and tore through the space.

This sword was a blow from Fang Yang's full strength, after this period of tempering and improvement, the power of one sword was enough to kill a great demon body at the level of Tianyang Realm, even if the defense was strong, it would not be able to stop it!

The starting hand is a sword move, and it also shows Fang Yang's belief in this battle.

When Fang Yang took out his sword, Zhuo Yijian's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was a little surprised by Fang Yang's sharp sword moves, but it immediately turned calm, and the ordinary iron sword in his hand slashed in front of him. Obviously, there was no fluctuation of Xuan Qi, and there was no fancy sword, but this sword slashed at Zi Po Sword Qi, but it instantly split Zi Po into two.

Bang bang.

Two strands of sliced sword qi rushed along both sides of Zhuo Yijian, penetrating the ground heavily, listening to the rumbling sound, the two halves of the purple mangs passed, the ground was torn in an instant, and the earth and stones exploded.

Fang Yang's face was slightly shocked, he didn't expect that the blow he shot with all his strength would be resisted by the Sword Emperor so simply, he didn't see how the Sword Emperor made a move at all. It was clear that he just slashed out a sword ordinarily, and he didn't see any fluctuations in sword intent and Xuan Qi, so he directly cut his sword light neatly.

Under Fang Yang's stunned moment, Zhuo Yijian stepped out, and the Fan Tie long sword in his hand followed, breaking through the air with a sword.

It's still an ordinary sword.

But when such a sword was placed in Fang Yang's eyes, he only felt that the heavens and the earth were lightless, and the Xuan Qi was completely gone, and only the sword shadow of this iron sword was left in front of his eyes.

Unstoppable!

Big sun mask!

Blaze the Palm!

Dragon Snake!

Fang Yang's body sank, and he roared one after another, all his own Xuan Qi burst out, and the Xuan Qi between the inner mansions surged, and the tricks that turned into Dao Dao appeared around him.

The Burning Fire Palm was fierce and domineering, and the Fire Palm gushed out with vigor, like a volcanic eruption. The dragon snake sword qi phantom roared, and the long snake flicked its tail and collided head-on. The large sun cover body is a shell, the glass is like jade, and the bright green is strong.

These three moves came out together, and Fang Yang also had a trace of confidence.

No matter how strong Zhuo Yijian's sword moves are, with his strength at this time, he also has some resistance power.

But the next moment, his confidence was shattered.

The iron sword is ordinary, slashed obliquely, and the blade of the sword is in contact with the sword qi of the dragon snake, which is a reckless dragon and snake phantom, just like cutting a snake, and is cut by the iron sword for seven knots. The fire palm fire slurry gushed out, which was originally the power that could collapse the mountain rocks, but under the iron sword, it was like tofu in an instant. The last big sun cover...... When you touch the blade, you are shattered.

Only one sword, such an ordinary sword, is the three moves that instantly break Fang Yang.

Rumble!

The sword light swept in front of Fang Yang's eyes, brightening his divine soul and completely encompassing Fang Yang.

Fang Yang only felt that countless sharp mangs were enveloping his body, and the original hard body of the dragon body, under this sword, all collapsed in an instant, and was cut into countless pieces.

The breeze blew, and Fang Yang's figure turned into powder, slowly drifting away......

The last scene reflected in his field of vision was to see Zhuo Yijian's proud appearance of retracting his sword freely.

"I can't even stop his sword......" Fang Yang's consciousness sank.

"Poof. ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fang Yang stumbled, woke up from the meditation, and almost fell to the ground, his face was as pale as snow, his lips were bloodstained, and he was red.

There was a tearing pain in his mind, and when he thought of the previous sword, Fang Yang's mind was stimulated, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was pale.

Careless......

Although Fang Yang had already highly estimated Zhuo Yijian's strength, he still didn't expect that he would be able to use the power of an ordinary sword to cut through his three attacks, directly traumatizing his body, and he couldn't resist it.

This sword is a sword of the great completion of the sword, and once the sword is out, there is only one way to die.

"The name of the Sword Emperor is worthy of its name. ”

What he is facing is still Zhuo Yijian when he was young, the edge is unparalleled, the iron sword in his hand is indomitable, and the sword is the main kill!

After all, it is the top five level of the dragon list, and the warning of the god operator is not untargeted.

Even if Fang Yang defeated the nineteenth-ranked Lei Lin Sword Phantom, he still couldn't stand with Zhuo Yijian. The power left by the previous sword was too strong, and it actually affected Fang Yang's divine soul through the phantom, causing him to spit blood from his mouth and be traumatized.

The top five on the dragon list are not the ones that can be teased at will.

Fang Yang's heart sank, the strength of the top five people on the Dragon List greatly exceeded his imagination, if it was the real Sword Emperor in front of him, let alone him, even if they were the ten thousand martial artists here, they would only die instantly......

If it weren't for the arrival of the Heavenly Monarch and the Sword Demon, they still wouldn't have the slightest hope.

Fang Yang's fists clenched tightly, he took a deep breath, and used Xuan Qi to recuperate his soul and recover his wounds.

At this moment, his heart felt something, and suddenly turned his head to look in the middle of the air, only to see a slight light at the end of the sky, bright as a star, quickly approaching, the previous breath was just a little light like a star, in the blink of an eye, it quickly became larger, instantly approached, and had come to this side of the mountain.

Is that......

A sword?

Fang Yang got up suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, flying swords outside the sky was definitely not a normal thing.

Sou.

The blade of the sword pierced through the air, approaching in an instant, Fang Yang originally planned to use the Xuan Qi and try his best to resist this sword.

But the blade passed through lightly, and there were no ripples on the formation, it just slammed into front of Fang Yang, and then slammed into the ground, half of the sword blade inserted into the ground.

Airplanes......

The blade trembled, making a buzzing sound.

There was no sword qi eruption, and there was no explosion aftermath.

This sword is so ordinary, as if someone walked through it lightly and inserted it, it didn't look like a sword pointing at an immortal flying for millions of miles.

Fang Yang was stunned, he looked into the distance, and then at the top of this sword blade, confused. The sword appeared so smoothly that it didn't attract anyone's attention except him.

He hesitated slightly, but also walked to the side of the blade, and looked at the blade in front of him.

Under a sweep, Fang Yang's face was stunned.

The blade in front of him is extremely ordinary, there is not the slightest breath of Xuan Qi circulating on it, the material is ordinary, it is cast in iron, at most it is blessed by Xuan Qi, and it is harder and sharper than ordinary mortal iron. On both sides of the blade, there are bumps and bumps, and from here you can see how many life and death battles the person with the sword has experienced.

"This sword is so familiar......

Fang Yang muttered, his right hand lightly touching the hilt of the sword.

As soon as his fingers touched, a bang exploded in his mind, and a memory suddenly appeared.

In the luxurious manor, in the cold winter, a seven or eight-year-old boy practiced swords naked, the iron sword in his hand was like ice sticking to his hand, and he was fighting in one place with a two-meter-tall black panther, surrounded by danger, with blood marks on his body and blood frost condensed.

In the distance, a little girl of about the same age had red eyes, and several times she wanted to rush up was stopped by the teenager, and she finally let the teenager kill the black panther, she hurriedly stepped forward and ran up, running too fast, a few stumbles and almost pounced, warming up the young man's clothes, looking at the scars on the young man's body, he was already crying red eyes.

The boy just grinned and didn't care.

The screen turns.

The young man was full of spirit, and entered the netherworld with a sword-holding maid, challenging all the way, and no one was the enemy of the three swords wherever he passed.

Every time there is a challenge, the maid stands happily behind the boy, watching the young man perform the chic appearance of the sword, and her eyes smile like a crescent moon.

The scenery changes again.

The sky was dark, and the wasteland was full of shouts and kills, and people were rushing to kill them.

A young man, covered in blood and armed with an iron sword, fought in all directions. He held a woman in white in his arms, with handsome cheeks and a pale and weak face, but when he looked at the young man's face with his cheeks tilted up, there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The young man's sword is unparalleled, and with a sword, the besieging people are instantly cut into flesh and blood, and their form and spirit are destroyed.

But even so, there were too many warriors around them, and there were thousands of them, swarming up like a tidal wave, drowning the boys and women in it.

The final frame is frozen.

On the lonely mountain, the small courtyard is fresh and clean.

A man was covered in gloom with his back to Fang Yang, and there was a small mound at his feet.

The stone tablet in front of the grave has no words, only a smile drawn by blood

......

Fang Yang's memories are fused, and he has personally experienced it, witnessing the growth of teenagers all the way.

Unconsciously, when he woke up, he was also full of sadness and sadness.

He had already recognized the identity of this man, it was the Sword Emperor Zhuo Yijian. As for the woman in white, she was the sword-wielding maid who followed him into the netherworld.

"Is this Zhuo Yijian's sword, why is it here?" Fang Yang gently rubbed the blade full of bumps, although it was just a mortal iron sword, but after his previous memory, Fang Yang knew the meaning of this sword to Zhuo Yijian.

A Thousand Miles to Give a Sword...... What is the intention?

Fang Yang was also able to vaguely understand some of the reasons why Zhuo Yijian was on the side of the demon at this time...... Is it for the woman?

I didn't expect the Sword Emperor to have such an infatuated past.

Fang Yang's sighs dissipated when the wind turned into wind, but then he also lifted his spirits, no matter what the Sword Emperor's thoughts were, a thousand miles of swords could not be wasted.

This sword blade carries the past of the Sword Emperor, and it is also the Sword Emperor's sword training experience, and the experience of growing up all the way is a priceless treasure for the sword warrior!

"To break through the unity of heaven and man, it depends on this thing. ”

Fang Yang said in a deep voice, the role of this thing is much clearer than the phantom of the Dragon List, thinking of this, Fang Yang once again stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword blade, his consciousness sank, and once again experienced the sword path of Zhuo Yijian.

Giving a sword is like a legacy.

What is on this iron sword is the inheritance of the Sword Emperor!

Fang Yang realized in his heart, he didn't dare to be a little lazy, when he was in the memory of the Sword Emperor, he was also looking back on his own sword path past, scene after scene came to mind, the two fused together, and formed a sword path.

Under such an effect, Fang Yang only felt that what was originally a fog in front of him suddenly opened up and gradually became clear......

......

Time flies.

The time of March quietly left, in this precious three months, the martial artists within the ten layers of green mountains, have successively made a qualitative leap, the dragon list is in front, sharpening and improving, some talented martial artists, with such a virtual shadow, understand themselves, understand the inheritance of others, the strength is flying, there are more than a dozen people have reached the top 100 of the dragon list.

As the time came to an end, more and more warriors woke up, and the entire Qingshan was also full of excitement.

March penance, compared to their ten years, how not to make this group of warriors excited.

With such strength, no matter what the situation of the demons is, they all have the confidence to fight!R1058