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As soon as a sword comes out, Yu Ci is like in the center of the furnace where the fire is transparent, and the negative emotions such as the inner demons and the six yù turbidity currents are all poured into it, all of which are steamed in the raging flames, and after this refining and melting, no matter what impurities and filth, they are all washed away from the xìng substance next to it, and purified into a sharp and violent gas, and the appearance is as faint as smoke, as if there is nothing, and it is controlled by the sword intent, and it buzzes. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

However, it is not a simple smelting and gathering, but before the sword is out, after the sword is released, from beginning to end, all the time.

With the previous process as the cycle mode, and the sword mangs "produced" in the previous period as raw materials, the smelting will be carried out again and again, micro and small, pure and pure, seemingly endless.

Yu Ci didn't know if there was an end to this, but since he controlled this sword intent, his mind naturally merged with this endless smelting, demarcating the boundary for it, but it was always on the edge of the boundary - as long as he controlled it, it would be fine, but this kind of smelting was too amazing, always breaking through his control, seemingly breaking but not breaking, wandering on the edge of danger.

In this state, the sharpness of the sword intent continues to improve, and Yu Ci's control limit continues to break through, forming a situation of "inheriting and breaking and learning from each other", and Yu Ci is in it, holding a delicate and dangerous balance.

This balance is broken in an instant after locking the target and Yu Ci peeping at the opportunity!

The figure in the blood river was still indifferent, and Yu Ci was laughing, probably not expecting that he would find the root so quickly.

Fang Hui!

In the sound of the sword, the "furnace" is pressed inside and out, like a stone thrown into the water, opening a circle of ripples, but it is not expanding in all directions without limit, but through the control of the sword intent, the power is concentrated.

Due to the high level of sword intent, the "ripples" of diffusion have undergone a wonderful change, after spreading to a certain extent, they re-adduct inward, and the forces of internal pressure and external shimmer collide together, not canceling, but entangled and vibrating, and rotating at the same time, forming a circle of high-speed rotating edges.

At this moment, Yu Ci's sword was no longer a line, but a high-speed flying light wheel.

The edge of the "light wheel" is not sharp or not, but even in the process of flying and spinning, the smelting of the sword intent has not stopped, and the power of the internal pressure and the external shimmer is increasing every moment, and because the sword intent is launched, the supernatural power of the "Shangzhen Nine Sky Flying Immortal Sword Sutra" from the same source has also responded.

Visible outside, that is, its flying frequency, actually resonates with the sound of the twelve yù floors outside the sky, and is in tune with the rhythm.

Qingyin spiraled upward, and with each step of promotion, the speed of the light wheel increased by another layer, and the strength of the sword momentum also jumped.

Qingyin has reached the seventh order, which is beyond the reach of human ears, and the speed of Yu Ci's sword intent light wheel has also increased seven times, and in the end, Yu Ci finally confirmed that the limit of his control has arrived!

The sword blade pointed out, the thunder and robbery magic power is its harmony, but the first thing that is affected is the sky net that has been Ling Luàn, before the sword presses, the sky net is twisted and cracked, and it completely loses its full control over Yu Ci.

Before the blade, Fang Hui's blood shadow twisted violently, and his face looked extremely hideous.

This is the Fang Hui imprint hidden deep in Yu Ci's body, the combination of the Burning Marrow Blood River driven by the Demon of Pynvyīn, oppressed by the sword intent, and it is forced to come out.

So it was struggling, and its twisted body poked out countless silk threads, like húnluàn weeds, trying to drag Yu Ci back into the water.

Yu Ci sneered, is the marrow burning spell that is not possessed by the body still a marrow burning spell?

The wheel of light moves forward, passing by. Everywhere it passes, the blood shadow catalyzes into smoke, and the friction is almost equal to nothing, but even this little touch, there is also a sound bō Yunhua, vaguely attached to the seven changes of the clear sound, in the meantime back to dàng, so jiāo attack, that side back face presents a stricter zhòng distortion, and finally does not form a shape, and can no longer be restored!

The mark of Fang Hui, slash!

At the same time as the Fanghui imprint disappeared, from here, hundreds of millions of miles away, a high place, the clouds rolled, strange stones and trees, cliffs and cliffs, all the way superimposed, straight into the sky.

This is the top of the path of inquiry, above the star-picking tower, in the quiet room.

Fang Hui opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were like electricity, and the room was white, and then he exhaled a long breath, forming a light column of smoke visible to his eyes, slightly bloody, coiling around the room, and actually emitting a faint but shrill whistling sound, which turned around and changed seven times.

He snorted, and the smoke of blood scattered, and the entire Star Picking Tower also shook.

In the depths of the clouds, the Guardian Dharma Saint sneezed, and its sound was like thunder, but it seemed to be a little inferior to Fang Hui's humming.

Inside, Fang Hui pondered for a moment and stood up: "Who broke my blood curse?" ”

Could it be that Jianxuan's great supernatural person made a move? And whether he could do it or not, there was clearly another thing in his induction:

'No recycle'...... Heavenly Escape Killing Sword?

If it is said that the people in the Sword Xuan made a move, it is already incredible, and it is ridiculous to involve the Heavenly Escape Sect again.

Because of the relationship between the twelve yù floors and the outer voice, Fang looked back and wanted to consult, that is, Xingtian, but he still dispelled this idea, walked out of the room, and boarded the star gathering platform.

The star gathering platform can be regarded as the highest place in the mountain, so gazing in the northeast direction, the eyes are good, you can look at a hundred thousand miles, as for Fang Hui and other people, there is a qi to guide, and with the blessing of the secret method, even if it is hundreds of millions of miles away, there is always a little vague induction.

But soon, this induction was actively eliminated by him, because in that direction, there was a catastrophe swimming, for him, if he went deeper, he would have to risk setting himself on fire.

He stood on the stage, closed his eyes, and hunted the wind in the air, but at this moment it froze.

At Yu Ci's body, his eyes opened a little more, revealing a luster, which was the most agile light that jumped up after he was relieved of his burden.

The feeling that the body and soul are all controlled by oneself is very good!

But the next moment, the luster quickly dimmed. Under the influence of the Burning Pulp Spell, although Shou Yuan consumed a lot, his method of burning qi and blood still gave Yu Ci the strength to exceed the limit. Now without the blessing of the Burning Breath Mantra, it is equivalent to falling from the peak to the deep valley, and the strength of the breath falls again and again, and weakness invades.

There were two mutilated green lotuses on the top of the head, and the only four remaining lotus petals fell three in an instant, and the last one was also swaying.

After Zhu Wenying made a yù fu, she no longer had the power to intervene, she could only watch from the sidelines, looking at the lotus petals, it seemed that she had encountered a gust of wind, struggled a few times, and finally fell, turning into light smoke in mid-air.

Her breathing stopped, and the flame of Yu Ci's innate vitality was also extinguished at this moment, leaving only the embers slightly warm.

The white lotus sighed and disappeared.

But at this time, there was a loud bang in the local area, and nine days away, there seemed to be a bell ringing.

As far as the shock dàng could reach, Yu Ci's already gray eyes lit up again.

The light is alive. Starting from the depths of the pupil, it divides a point in the center of the eyebrows, and then goes all the way down, all over the throat, heart, and abdomen, a total of seven places, like seven stars in a row.

A little less today, a little more tomorrow

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