Fangzheng's voice fell.

The chalk flying sword suddenly appeared with a scorching aura, as if the sun was rising, and the mighty light shone on all things...... And at the end of the light, the chalk flying sword no longer had any substance, only a phantom, as if it existed in another world beyond the rift of another dimension.

And with the continuous transmission of the true element, the chalk flying sword power was even better, and within the phantom, the sword shadow suddenly split.

Moving without wind, like a stream of phantoms, revolving and flying around the square...... It looks beautiful and moving.

It's just that this beauty looks like it in the eyes of these desolate people.

But it's like a life-threatening scene.

The light and shadow flew more and more, and after a few weeks around him, a sword wheel had formed, twisting and spinning around the person's body, emitting a hideous and sharp light.

"Cutting !!"

Fang Zheng let out a long whistle...... The sword wheel suddenly turned into a huge sword wing, fluttering behind the fangzheng, the figure had already rushed into the sky, falling straight down, the person was as fast as lightning, and the sword was faster than lightning!

Before the person arrived, the infinite sword light was like thousands of drizzling rain droplets, falling down, and under the sunlight, a colorful sword rainbow was formed in the air......

The most beautiful realm, but it is also the most murderous move.

The top-grade spiritual weapon, which can also be called the first-class peerless soldier in the end-of-law world, is only one step away from the immortal Dao weapon, in addition to the head of a faction, even if the peak master is the first, how many people hold the top-grade spiritual weapon?

Even if it was divided into thousands of sword lights, its power was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Where the sword goes......

Tearing the heavens and the earth, like a dense torrential rain, the entire race was directly sealed in it, and within a radius of several miles, all the desolate people looked up, but they could only see the almost endless beautiful rainbow.

"Quick...... Run!!"

Lao Huang screamed.

"Everyone, huddle close!"

Although Simba was seriously injured, he still had his left arm to wield, and with a long roar, he jumped high into the sky and shouted angrily: "Soul Scattering Iron Claw!"

The palm of the hand turned into a giant claw, and the hideous fingers extended the edge...... Turning into countless blood-colored claw qi, it directly resisted all the falling sword qi.

But he had already realized it in his heart.

These sword qi are very powerful, and every blow is not inferior to the power of Wu Zun...... Although he can't help it, looking at this overwhelming attack, if it is concentrated, even if it is him, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear this blow.

It's just this edge......

He fell back to the ground and looked at his left hand.

The nails that can cut gold and jade, resist any divine soldier and are not inferior in the slightest, actually split.

This sword aura is so powerful, it can't be stopped!

I can't imagine that there are such masters in the human world?

Fortunately, Fangzheng's main target is obviously not them, although he can't completely control this style, but he can also manipulate it very much, and what falls on the king beast and others is only fine, and most of them fall on the rest of the barren army......

In an instant, the sword qi swept away.

With an overwhelming roar, the sword wheel raged on the ground, like a sharp blade plowing out one after another incomparably fine sword qi.

Blood mist, flesh splatters.

The strongest spell, with the strongest magic weapon.

The power of the high-grade spiritual weapon is not something that any desolate person can resist, and the power that cannot be stopped, the place where it passes is invincible, the sword light is gone, and the life is lost.

Only for a moment.

There were very few screams......

The more than 1,000 desolate people who rushed into the interior of the Changhe tribe had all been slaughtered under this blow, and there were not even corpses left, and they were completely killed and wounded.

The Bishop of the Wasteland was stunned.

He almost forgot to resist even Red Lotus's fatal shot, and if it weren't for the scorching heat, he would almost have used his face to catch the opponent's spear.

I can't imagine that there are such masters in the human world?

Wrong......

These king beasts have indeed colluded with humans.

As soon as the wasteland was retracted from his sleeve, a dexterous soft sword like a poisonous dragon probe was already lightly blocking the opponent's weapon attack...... He sneered, "Kill this human." ”

The voice fell.

From behind Fang Zheng, in the blood mist, a gray shadow rushed straight towards Fang Zheng under the cover of countless broken corpses and flesh.

And Fang Zheng didn't seem to be aware of it......

"Be careful!"

Lao Huang rushed towards Fang Zheng in a hurry.

But Fang Zheng was not in a hurry, and he didn't even look back...... Behind him, seven-colored flashes of light filled the ......

The Nine Refining Star Sand shrouded him.

The full force of the coming person was bound to strike, and it hit the Nine Refining Star Sand, and the broken sand flew sideways in an instant, although the Nine Refining Star Sand was shocking, it resisted the opponent's full force blow, and the scattered broken sand seemed to be psychic, re-converging into a group, and winding towards the comer.

Fang Zheng clenched his fists and shouted, "Sand Binding Pivot!"

The sound of a sand explosion sounded...... The person who came couldn't dodge, and his arm was already wrapped around it, accompanied by the sound of crisp bones shattering.

He roared in pain and shook the sand with all his might, and the long knife that was seriously injured and difficult to hold fell into his other hand, handed it towards Fang Zheng, and stabbed it on the Nine Refining Star Sand again.

It's sand and chips flying, but there is no work at all.

Fang Zheng was shocked, but he didn't expect that the Nine Refining Star Sand could not abolish his palm with all his strength...... But it's not surprising that the bones of the desolate are too tough, and the great wilderness didn't make them suffer a lot before.

This guy's strength is not as strong as the Great Wilderness, but he is also like a master of the same level.

I guess the bone density is not inferior at all.

"Simba, Langlang, lead the team, hold the clan fortress again, and don't let these desolate people pass through again!"

Lao Huang reacted very quickly, seeing that all the desolate people who rushed into the clan were completely killed and injured under Fang Zheng's move, and Fang Zheng still had the strength to spare, he roared: "Fang Zheng, this kid is handed over to me, you go and help Sister Honglian, the old sister Shouyuan is exhausted, and she can't fight with all her strength!"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng dodged and avoided Gou Mang's desperate blow......

He is new to the city and doesn't understand the situation, so he still gives priority to Lao Huang's words for now.

At that moment, the chalk flying sword merged with the realm of divine consciousness, turning into a sword light, and attacked straight towards the wasteland!

The sword light flew by, like a white horse passing through a gap...... Transcending the distance of time and space.

Especially before the flying sword arrived, the realm of divine consciousness had already condensed at one point, and it directly acted on the body of the wasteland.

The head of the wasteland, which was fighting with the red lotus, suddenly shook, and the nostrils were already gurgling and leaving a nosebleed.

The brain was in a state of confusion, and there were signs of loss of control.

He relied on instinct to bite the tip of his tongue, regained consciousness through the severe pain, and directly spat out a mouthful of bloody arrows......

The blade of the flying sword that is attacking directly in the middle of the square!

Although it is a tongue arrow, it is as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

Directly knocked the angle of the chalk flying sword slightly off...... Now the chalk flying sword is connected to Fang Zheng's mind, even if it deviates, it only moves his mind, and then adjusts back to the direction.

The sword light is like mercury.

Although there is no palm manipulation, the performance of Fang Zheng is also an extremely powerful and exquisite swordsmanship.

For a whole year, with the promise of the mystery and the guidance of the elders, Fang Zheng read the classics in the library in a targeted manner, and swam in the ocean of wisdom summarized by his predecessors.

He has always agreed with one sentence......

Buying a book is the most rewarding thing in the world, because the small amount you spend can be exchanged for the experience of someone else's life.

And this year's hard work, the wisdom of countless predecessors has been mastered by him, and his previous lack of experience, lack of combat skills and many other shortcomings have been made up.

The master of the Ming Sect, in addition to being slightly lacking in cultivation, in terms of knowledge and experience alone, he is not inferior to Lin Zhengping, Xue Xinglin and other masters of the first peak.

It's just that seeing that the Divine Sense Realm can only hinder the other party for a short time, it makes me even more dizzy......

This person's strength is far above the Great Wilderness.

God-level desolate!

An enemy that is rarely seen in the rifts of other dimensions on a normal day...... Even in the wilderness, it is also the existence with the highest status.

This is already a realm above the Grandmaster.

A burning thought appeared in Fang Zheng's heart.

There was actually a god-level desolate man who took the initiative to enter the human world, if he was killed......

Even if it's a wasteland, it's definitely a real loss when you think about it.

Thinking about it, his eyes looking at the wasteland were already extremely hot, and at this time, the wasteland stared at Fang Zheng with anger in the depths of his eyes.

After several days of hard work, he finally rushed into the fortress of the tribe...... was driven out by this kid alone.

This kid let the sacrifice of 100,000 desolate people be in vain, and his plans during this period of time have come to naught.

Fortunately, it can be remedied.

"I want your life!!"

With a long whistle, the wasteland abandoned the red lotus and rushed straight towards Fang Zheng, obviously, he had the same thoughts as Fang Zheng!