And the martial artists of the Four Heavens are too rare, in Fang Zhile's memory, except for the Jueyuan Zhenren of the Wudang Sect and the Five Divine Hatreds of the Shaolin Sect, he has never met a martial artist with the strength of the Four Heavens.

Unexpectedly, this Sword Emperor Fuyun Ye turned out to be a fourfold heaven martial artist.

This was an unexpected surprise to Fang Zhile.

"It didn't hurt him, it was a little hanging. Fang Zhile subconsciously looked at the sword without injury, and frowned slightly.

He knew very well that the sword was unharmed, even if he broke through to the Triple Heaven, with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, he could make the combat power soar, and he had the strength to fight with the Quadruple Heavenly Warrior, but in the face of the real Quadruple Heavenly Warrior, he still lost in the internal strength.

The internal strength is insufficient, and the swordsmanship exerted is naturally a little less powerful, so if you want to defeat the Sword Emperor Fuyun Ye, it is really dangerous and dangerous.

Sure enough, the sword was unharmed, and the bloody red sword was used, and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was cast, blindly attacking, but there was no way to help the floating clouds.

On the other hand, the Sword Emperor Fuyun Night, under the fierce attack of the sword without injury, he actually attacked and defended with a degree of ease, and he was obviously not at the same level, and it was easy to deal with the sword without injury.

But the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is an invincible swordsmanship in the world, and although the sword is only fifty percent of the comprehension, the power that can be exerted cannot be underestimated.

Burst!

A sword stabbed out, flashing hundreds of ghosts, and the sword blade was sharp, as if cutting through the void, and stabbed directly at the floating clouds.

The sword shook without injury, and the wrist shook, and before one sword could be stabbed, another sword was stabbed.

The sky was shrouded in sword shadows, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and countless white lights flashed, as if opening the heavens and the earth, carrying unparalleled might.

This is naturally a form of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

It is also the most lethal move that the sword has comprehended in these days!

Fuyunye's face showed a little solemnity, frowning at the ghost of the Dao stabbed in front of him, as well as the white light that filled the sky, like a knife, piercing the void.

If you can't dodge and are struck by those white lights, I'm afraid that if you don't die, you will be crippled.

Who is Floating Cloudy Night?

Since he can be called the Sword Emperor, he naturally has something extraordinary.

His body moved, and he retreated backwards in an instant, and his speed was like lightning, and he dodged in an instant.

And in the next moment, Fuyun Ye did not stay, and under the shaking of his shoulders, he turned into a long rainbow, approaching the sword without injury.

At the same time, a spirit sword appeared in Fuyunye's hand, the sword light was red, and he swiped forward slightly.

Suddenly, a scorching flame was born out of thin air, and then turned into a fierce beast, with a bloody mouth, and pounced fiercely at the sword without harm.

As soon as this crimson fierce beast came out, the sword shadow in the sky disappeared in an instant, and in its place, it was an endless sword light!

The sword light is brilliant and dazzling, like a scorching sun rising, shining brightly.

Sou!

In the sword light, endless sword shadows flashed, covering the sky, and shrouded towards the sword without injury.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Endless sword light shrouded him, and the sword was hurtless, and his face changed suddenly, and he was about to retreat and dodge, but the white light flashed in front of him, and a sword was already on his neck, and at the same time, a cold voice came out, "You lost." ”

Jian Wuxian's face turned pale and bloodless in an instant, and he muttered, "I lost...... Lost ......"

Seeing this scene, Fang Zhile sighed lightly.

Although the result was expected, he didn't expect that the Blood Red Sword Monarch would be defeated so quickly.

And this battle must be a big blow to the sword that has just broken through the realm.

As for whether the sword can come out of this blow without injury, it all depends on his understanding and creation.

Fang Zhile stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted Jian Wu's shoulder, and comforted, "Victory and defeat are common things, don't take it too seriously, not to mention that this Sword Emperor's internal strength is higher than yours, and it is normal to lose." ”

Jian Wuxian's mouth was full of bitterness, how could he not understand this truth, but when the facts happened in front of him, it was still difficult to accept it.

Standing stunned for a long time, the sword was unharmed before he sighed, his voice was full of bitterness, "Master Fang, I'm sorry." ”

Fang Zhile smiled, "There's no need to be sorry, go back and understand the swordsmanship thoroughly, and then be happy to defeat him." ”

"Yes. Jian Wuxian nodded, turned to leave, and his figure looked a little lonely.

"Master Fang, if you do this, aren't you afraid that his Dao heart will be shaken and damaged?" Fuyunye was silent for a moment, and suddenly said loudly.

In his eyes, how could he not see the plan just now, it was clear that Fang Zhile wanted to use himself as the whetstone of the Scarlet Sword Monarch.

It's a pity that not everyone can sharpen this whetstone.

Fang Zhile smiled, "Don't worry about this, Fang is still a little confident in him." ”

"Oh?"

Fuyun Ye was surprised, and immediately stopped dwelling on this topic, and said directly, "Then next, it's up to you to be in charge of Fang." ”

Fang Zhile nodded, stretched out his hand, and with a sudden swish, a long sword glowing with turquoise flew out from the stone wall in the hall.

A little cold light burst out, and then the cold air in the sky shrouded it, revealing a powerful and amazing sword aura, crisscrossing the void, and finally the brilliance converged, returned to silence, and turned into a sword!

It is a peerless treasure, the Heavenly Sword!

"Good sword!"

Fuyunye's eyes lit up, staring closely at the Heavenly Sword in Fang Zhile's hand, and he praised it, "I wonder if Master Fang's sword has a name?"

"Yitian!" Fang Zhile smiled slightly, but his words were full of confidence.

"Yitian?"

Fuyunye's eyes became brighter and brighter, muttering to both sides, clapping his hands and laughing, "What a Yitian!

Say. ”

"If you lose, this heavenly sword is mine. Fuyunye made a request and looked at Fang Zhile with a smile.

Fang Zhile's face was calm, and he smiled, "But I don't know how you lost?"

"I lost?"

Fuyun Ye was stunned, obviously he didn't take this issue into account, and when Fang Zhile asked, he came to his senses, and laughed twice, "If I lose, then I have to kill and scrape, listen to it!"

"Okay!" Fang Zhile's eyes flashed, he pondered for a moment, and nodded.

Seeing that Fang Zhile should come down, a touch of joy flashed across Fuyunye's face, and then he didn't say more, his right hand made two fingers, raised it towards the sky, and shouted, "Out of the sheath!"

Boom!

A sword roar came out in vain from behind the floating clouds, resounding through the nine heavens, like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, with supreme might.

And with the low shout, a long sword glowing red immediately flew up from behind Fuyunye, suspended above Fuyunye's head, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, pointing directly at Fang Zhile.

"Master Fang, this sword 'Red Cloud', be careful!"

Fuyun Ye reminded him, and without waiting for Fang Zhile to make a move, he had already sent the Chiyun Sword and took the lead in attacking Fang Zhile.

"One sword and nine heavens!"

The Red Cloud Sword shook, dividing into countless sword shadows, and finally merged into one, turning into a huge red sword pillar, volleying towards Fang Zhile.

This sword came out, and the light was cold all over the nine heavens, as if even the void was about to be cut, which was amazing.

Fang Zhile didn't move, letting the sword pillar break through the air, his whole body was still standing in place, letting the wind blow his robe and hunting, unmoved.

The huge sword pillar pressed on the top, and countless wind whirls turned into blades and swept over, as if they were about to cut Fang Zhile into pieces.

The sky was shrouded in sword qi, and countless blades broke through the air, and there was no way to avoid it.

Finally, when the red sword pillar was about to crash down, Fang Zhile's body finally moved.

This movement instantly rushed out like a rabbit, and finally turned into a cloud of sword light, facing the red sword pillar that fell from mid-air.

Rumble!

A bang suddenly came out of mid-air, earth-shattering, and even the entire Dae Mountain couldn't help but shake, alarming many disciples who practiced swords.

Among them, there are four women, including Xia Yanyu and Qingzheng.

They all looked solemn, showing a worried look, looking at the figure on the golden roof, their beautiful eyes did not blink, and they all prayed.

Although many female disciples did not have the internal strength of the Four Heavens, they could clearly see every move of Fang Zhile and Fuyun Ye in the battle, and the breath fluctuations that could come from the golden dome, they could know how fierce the battle should be.

As a disciple of the Emei faction, I don't want the head of the sect to be damaged or ...... Fail.

The sword pillar and the sword light collided, and within three breaths, a figure smashed down from the air like a meteor, and the speed was extremely fast.

Bang!

Fang Zhile's figure fell from the air and smashed directly on the golden top, his feet instantly sunken down, and he actually pierced through two holes.

This scene flashed, which shocked many female disciples.

Even the cultivation of the head of the sect will be repulsed, and it will have to withstand such a huge gravity?

They didn't know that in the fight just now, in fact, neither Fang Zhile nor Fuyunye had the upper hand, and it was a tie.

And falling from mid-air, if Fang Zhile didn't cast the Nine Turns Immortal Golden Body Technique, he was afraid that his feet would be crippled at this moment.

After all, how hard it must have been to fall from mid-air, and it was an incredible miracle to be able to withstand it.

Brush!

Not far in front of Fang Zhile, a figure appeared, it was Fuyun Ye who was holding the Red Cloud Sword.

Fuyunye's eyes swept over the golden top, and immediately saw Fang Zhile with his feet deep in the rocky ground, and immediately smiled coldly, without any hesitation, and rushed over with his sword again.

"Chiyun Seven Styles, Sword Breaking Ten Thousand Laws!"

Fuyun Ye snorted, and the Chiyun Sword in his hand stabbed forward without hesitation.

As this sword stabbed out, I saw that in front of Fuyun Ye's body, countless sword shadows immediately appeared, these sword shadows seemed to be real and not imaginary, and there were many phantoms, and they even turned into dazzling sword lights, like a round of scorching sun, which instantly submerged Fang Zhile's entire person.

"Master!"

Seeing that Fang Zhile was overwhelmed by the countless sword lights, all the female disciples standing in front of the railing and besieging each other exclaimed in surprise, and many of them covered their red lips lightly, their eyes were shocked, and their eyes were filled with tears, as if they didn't want to see the scene in front of them.

How powerful is the swordsmanship displayed by the Sword Emperor Fuyun Night, can he still survive safely?

At this moment, except for Xia Yanyu's four daughters, the other female disciples all had the same thought in their hearts.

As for the four daughters of Xia Yanyu, they looked at the golden top with a smile on their faces, looking at the figure that was submerged by countless sword lights, without the slightest panic.

After all, I have seen the strength of the boss, how can I pay attention to this crisis in front of me?