"Boom!"

Guan Dahu was hit in the chest by a blood-colored satin and fell directly from the air.

Guan Dahu's chest sank a few minutes, and he spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"Hey, gart it! Again! Guan Dahu raised his hand and stuffed a pill into his mouth, then got up, took a deep breath, stomped on the ground, and the whole person soared up again.

Fang Dan looked at the cobweb-like wounds on Guan Dahu's body, and his eyelids jumped.

As a woman at the peak of the Spirit Devouring Realm, she has carried dozens of moves from the peak of the Soul Devouring Realm, and she can continue to fight vigorously, this is a guy like Guan Dahu with rough skin and thick flesh, if it were replaced by one of them, he would have died a long time ago.

Guan Dahu's cultivation method is very strange, that is, being beaten, purely beaten.

And the higher the opponent's realm, the more ruthless the shot, the greater the benefit to Guan Dahu.

Of course, this needs Guan Dahu to survive after the big war in order to be beneficial. Otherwise, if there is a dead person, you can only eat ash tribute fruit.

The reason why Guan Dahu was willing to come on this trip was because he had been stuck at the peak of the Spirit Devouring Realm for more than ten years, and he needed to go further!

He wants a promotion, he wants a raise!

People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places.

And the pursuit of martial arts also forced him to urgently need a promotion.

Even if it was just a small step to reach the consummation of the Spirit Devouring Realm, Guan Dahu was also content.

Something is better than nothing.

Therefore, Jiaoyueshan and his party are a dangerous task for others, but in the eyes of Guan Dahu, this is a rare opportunity for promotion.

Even if nothing is gained from this trip, it is very profitable to make Wang Xizhou owe him a favor.

In Shanshui Fang, although Wang Xizhou is just a small Shanshui Lang, his words are much more useful than many high-ranking figures.

To Guan Dahu's surprise, this female phantom of Jiaoyue Mountain turned out to be the Sixth Realm Dao Domain Realm!

Even with Fang Dan's natural victory, the female phantom still has the cultivation of the peak of the Soul Swallowing Realm, which is undoubtedly an excellent wrought iron hammer and whetstone for Guan Dahu, who is stuck in the shackles of the peak of the Spirit Devouring Realm!

It's just that there are both benefits and risks.

If he succeeds, then he will be able to fade away the rust spots and regain his edge!

If you don't succeed, you can only become a benevolent person, and the old blade will break.

Therefore, when Guan Dahu saw the woman's illusory cultivation skyrocketing to the peak of the Ordinary Realm, he was first shocked, and then he was ecstatic in his heart.

Promotion is expected!

Maybe after this battle, he can successfully break through two small realms in a row and be promoted to the Ordinary Realm!

Such motivation also prompts him to be full of enthusiasm even if he is injured now.

Because one more attack from the peak of the Mortal Realm, Guan Dahu would have one more chance of promotion, and he had to do so!

Of course, Guan Dahu is also enjoying it.

He Yan clenched his silver teeth, his willow eyebrows frowned, "Fang Dan, can you still press the realm of that ghost thing again?" If we continue to fight like this, we will all be consumed! ”

Fang Dan hesitated for a moment, "Yes, but there is only one chance, and there is only ten breaths of time, you must guarantee to kill." Otherwise, I will waste that opportunity, and my victory will be useless. ”

He Yan's face was stunned.

The time is too short, and it takes a one-hit kill.

At the peak of the five Spirit Devouring Realms, the main forces are only Wang Xizhou and Jian Xiu Lianfeng, He Yan himself and Fang Dan are covering and suppressing the woman's phantom on the side, Guan Dahu can't count on it, it is purely a shield, just to resist damage.

Relying only on Wang Xizhou and Lian Feng, if they want to hit the pinnacle of the mortal realm, it is simply a dream!

"How much can you suppress that opportunity?" Lian Feng slashed out a sword, which was able to use his strength to dodge a piece of silk from the woman's phantom, and the hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly.

Fang Dan had a resolute look in his eyes, "It's hard to say, but let it fall to a small realm, no problem!" ”

"That's enough." Lian Feng said lightly.

Wang Xizhou was stunned in his eyes, "Brother Lianfeng, don't laugh at this time, be cautious!" ”

Lian Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and replied, "It's just a sword, and if you spend some time, you can still practice it again." ”

Wang Xizhou suddenly thought of something, and his expression became solemn, "Brother Lianfeng, don't do it, the natal sword involves your own avenue, you can't mess around!" ”

The long sword in Lian Feng's hand looks ordinary, often wrapped around rags and carried on his back, but Wang Xizhou knows that this sword is Lian Feng's natal sword!

The monk's Dao method, the martial artist's physique, and the sword cultivator's natal sword are all the avenues of their own cultivation, which is extremely important. Even the slightest damage will cause immeasurable damage to one's future path, which is often referred to as foundation damage.

Because it is the avenue of cultivation, the spiritual power contained in this thing cannot be ignored.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Devouring Realm self-destructs the Natal Sword, and its power is no less than the full force of a sword cultivator who has just entered the Mortal Realm!

If the grade of the natal sword is extremely high, the sword cultivation itself is extremely talented, and the power can be even higher!

It's just that in this way, even if this sword cultivator can re-practice the natal sword in the future, its killing power will be greatly weakened, and the height of the sword path will be cut off a lot in the future, which is tantamount to cutting off his future!

And what Lian Feng thought at this time was probably to self-destruct the natal sword and seriously injure the woman's phantom.

In addition to this, Wang Xizhou couldn't think of a second way.

It's just that Lian Feng's expression was calm, and he turned a deaf ear to Wang Xizhou's admonition, "I said, it's just a sword, it's not a big deal." ”

The big deal is to go through the kendo again, or to take a different path.

Wang Xizhou wanted to persuade him to do something more, but a blood-colored silk had already been photographed in the air, making Wang Xizhou swallow the words that had already reached his mouth.

"Big Tiger, help me resist! He Yan, cover! After Lian Feng picked up a blood-colored silk with a sword, he stopped talking nonsense, holding the sword in both hands, and there was a flash of determination in his eyes.

A crisp sword roar sounded from the ancient long sword body, like the wailing of a dead bird, and like the death knell of a soul crashing into the soul, poignant and heroic.

Then a dazzling white sword light burst out from Lian Feng's chest and the long sword in his hand, straight into the sky.

The tip of the sword is facing upwards, and the sword light is in the sky, running through the mountainside and the sea of clouds.

Wang Xizhou looked at the scene in front of him, and remembered a sentence he had seen in a book and a statement he had heard for no reason.

Jian Xiu has practiced swords alone all his life, and his body is as straight as the sword qi.

If the sword cultivator dies, it is the sword light covered with linen, and the long sword is a monument. There is no need to be sad, there is no need to remember, if you think of it, you will sacrifice a glass of wine from afar, if you forget, then forget, sword cultivation does not ask for these voids.

Lian Feng is like this now, he is basically holding a funeral of the natal sword. The sword light that reaches the sky is clothed with linen, and the natal sword itself is a tombstone and grave, and the burial is the natal sword itself!

Click!

Like a piece of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering, the ancient long sword burst out with the last trace of sword light, and it suddenly shattered into a sky of starlight.

Sword cultivation has no sword since then.

Wang Xizhou couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned his head, waved the folding fan in his hand again, and threw out a white horse to protect the wind.

Guan Dahu and He Yan also took action one after another, blocking the attack of the woman's phantom in order to block the attack of the woman's phantom in order to connect the wind.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Lian Feng's mouth, and then it was out of control, and blood gushed out of Lian Feng's mouth like a bank.

It's just that Lian Feng didn't pay attention to the strange corners of his mouth.

He looked calmly at the starlight in the sky, as if he were looking at a brilliant but irrelevant firework, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Only the chaotic sword dao aura on Lian Feng's body showed that Lian Feng's body at this time was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

Lian Feng took one last look at the starlight that was transformed by his natal sword, and then with a wave of his hand, the starlight flowed all over the sky, converging into a river of starlight, which slowly flowed on Lian Feng's head.

The woman's phantom seemed to feel the power of the starlight river, smelled a hint of threat in it, and immediately threw out countless blood-colored silks, overwhelmingly smashing them down on several people.

However, even the wind has broken the natal sword for this, how can he let the woman's phantom knead it at will?

Lian Feng let out a low shout, "Fang Dan! ”

"Good!"

Fang Dan also knew that victory or defeat was in one move, and he bit off the two fingers of his right hand in one fell swoop, rolling down countless blood beads. Then Fang Dan put the two fingers that had been bitten together as sword fingers, and crossed the cyan vertical lines between his foreheads.

The cyan vertical streaks suddenly wriggled like a living thing, and then slowly tore open to the sides, revealing the scene inside.

This time, Fang Dan is not like opening the eyes of the sky, it is a veritable opening of the eyes!

The tearing of the cyan vertical lines is the opening of the third eye between Fang Dan's foreheads!

This eye is blue all over, without a trace of emotion, and the clay statue of the god in the temple, indifferent but not angry.

When the cyan pupils opened, a rolling celestial power filled the air, instantly enveloping the woman's phantom.

The cultivation of the woman's phantom suddenly fell all the way.

Until...... The second order of the Mortal Realm!

The realm of Pifan is divided into three levels, and then there are two shackles of peak and consummation.

Fang Dan's cyan pupils opened, and the woman's phantom fell into two small realms!

"That's it, that's enough!" Although Lian Feng's face was as pale as paper, he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw that the woman's phantom was once again overwhelmed.

Lianfeng Sword pointed out, and the starlight river above his head surged out, containing countless sword qi and leaning down towards the woman's phantom.

This is a blow from Lianfeng, and it is also a blow to abandon the road to the future!

Lian Feng scolded with a smile, "You brute, if you don't die now, I'm really sorry for my sword!" ”

The woman's phantom finally had a hint of human panic and wanted to turn around and flee from here.

But Lian Feng did not hesitate to abandon the Future Avenue to self-destruct the natal sword, and Fang Dan injured himself to make the third eye pupil open his eyes, just for this sniper woman's phantom, how could it be possible to let it escape?

On the top of the woman's phantom head, there was a parchment and a ring-shaped jade pendant that Wang Xizhou had defeated the woman's phantom, and at this time, it was bursting out with all its might, blocking the sky here.

Guan Dahu dodged and blocked the retreat of the woman's phantom.

He Yan fiddled with the silver plate in his hand, swept out several silk threads, and wrapped the woman's phantom, even if it was only for a few seconds, but it was enough.

Fang Dan's natural power to defeat the ghost creature also made it move much slower, like a quagmire.

Seeing that it was difficult to escape, the woman's phantom simply did not escape, and countless blood-colored silks flew out, wrapping herself, and forming a blood-colored cloth to resist the starlight river of the wind.

Rumble!

A burst of dazzling white light lit up, and the powerful impact force lifted several seriously injured and weak people hundreds of meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Xizhou and He Yan were the least injured among the others, and they were the first to get up and help the other three.

Just suddenly, there was a gust of wind behind him, and in a blink of an eye, it fell in front of several people.

Wang Xizhou looked at it and couldn't help but be stunned.

"How are you?"