Meng Fangying is unimaginable.

He swung his sword again.

The natal sword in his hand was first bathed in a pale cyan brilliance, and then the body of the natal sword disappeared in a bright and hot halo, but the sword intent was splashed in the space.

This sword is called "Spring and Summer", and it is also one of the seven unique swords of the Meng family, which means that the mysterious and elusive transformation at the handover of spring and summer, and the sword path is even more mysterious and difficult to find.

He was sure that most of all the Grandmasters in Changling would never be able to judge the true movement of this sword.

The sword seemed to have detached from his body, completely melting into the warm breeze of spring and summer.

However, Li Daoji still did not change.

The long sword in his left hand shook slightly, but the right sword was still a white sheep picking horns, just like a white sheep on a mountain cliff, facing any fierce beast with a horn.

The mountains of dust resounded again.

Accompanied by Meng Fangying's irrepressible exclamation.

The mysterious and indistinguishable sword qi overflowed and disintegrated, and only the sword light like a sheep's horn remained in the air for a long time.

His sword was still blocked by Li Daoji with the exact same sword move.

It seems that Li Daoji will only use this sword at all.

But this sword seems to be able to handle all of his sword moves!

"That's exactly what happened. ”

The sword was relaxed.

He knew where Li Daoji had gone after leaving Changling.

No matter how weird and bizarre the sword light is, the final destination is still the enemy's side, falling into the enemy's flesh and blood.

In the Daliang Mountain on the border of Great Qin, there is a grandmaster named Zhu Sanchi, and his self-created "peeping into the truth" sword intent can judge where the opponent's sword is going.

It's just that passive coping is always not as flexible as its own, although the Tai Guan Sword knew that grandmaster, he never thought that the person's "peeping the truth" sword intent combined with the white sheep horns in the Aries Cave could form such a perfect defensive sword momentum.

Laughter rang out in the dreary air.

Ding Ning laughed.

"You should have heard that there was a swordsman in the Han Dynasty called Zhong Panshi. ”

He smiled and looked at Meng Fangying, whose face was extremely pale, and said: "His real name is Zhong Xiaolou, but at that time, all the swordsmen in the world liked to call him Zhong Panshi, because his sword was like a rock standing majestically in the waves. ”

"His sword can defend against the stormy attacks of many famous swordsmen without revealing flaws, but in terms of a single sword being weak and strong, his sword should not be as good as my uncle's sword momentum now. After all, although Zhong Panshi back then could defend against the attacks of many swordsmen with almost equal cultivation, he was absolutely unable to defend against the attacks of a swordsman whose True Yuan power was far above him. ”

Ding Ning turned his head to look at the Flame Master again, and then smiled even more happily, "From this point of view, my senior uncle is somewhat similar to the Flame Master now, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid you will have to spend your true yuan and my senior uncle first." ”

......

Ding Ning's laughter rang in everyone's ears.

No one doubted what he said.

Meng Fangying also knew that what he said was the truth, "Spring and Summer" was already the most mysterious sword move among the seven sword swords of his Meng family, if it was impossible to break through Li Daoji's sword, then it would be useless for him to use the rest of the sword moves in the seven swords.

So he looked up.

His gaze pierced through the dust and the unpredictable skylight, and fell into the endless sky, as if it was about to be projected directly into the cold starry sky outside the sky.

At the same time, his body exuded an air of candidism at the heart of an external force.

This kind of breath is no stranger to Ding Ning.

Since Meng Fangying's strength alone could not defeat Li Daoji at this time, he had to rely on the power of the hostess in the imperial city.

The eldest grandson Qianxue looked at Meng Fangying, and her eyes were instantly filled with disdain.

In her opinion, these cultivators who had a unique connection with Zheng Sleeve were actually no different from Zheng Sleeve's puppets.

However, what surprised her and everyone present was something.

When the aura on Meng Fangying's body quickly emanated into the sky above, there was no such lonely starfire falling.

Meng Fangying's body was a little stiff.

And everyone on Ding Ning's side was full of emotion and surprise.

This means that Changling has undergone great changes.

Zheng Sleeve may have been killed by Baili Suxue, even if she hadn't been killed, she didn't have the power to summon Xinghuo at this time.

What if even she can't protect herself?

So how do you deal with yourself?

This is the question that Meng Fangying is thinking about at this time.

He lowered his head slowly.

The silver-white natal sword once again showed its body in his hand like flowing water.

He made his decision in a moment's time.

If the hostess in the imperial city is gone, there is still Yuanwu in this wilderness, and it still can't change the empire itself.

And he just has to fight for this empire, for the strength of this empire.

If there was only one way to exhaust Li Daoji's True Yuan, then he had no choice.

His fingers clenched the hilt slightly, and the true yuan in his body would erupt again.

"Wait for me. ”

However, at this moment, an old and resentful voice sounded in his ears.

His brows naturally frowned, and at the same time that the natal sword suddenly disappeared from his hand, the figure he was about to move forward withdrew, but it retreated into the ghost of the dust mountain behind him, and disappeared in an instant.

He heard that the voice came from the old monster of Jiaodong County who had been beheaded by Ding Ning.

It was clear that the old monster was certain to die, but from the sound that came into his ears at this moment, he knew that the old monster was suppressing the injuries and was ready to summon the last of his strength.

It shouldn't be too long.

......

A dusty practitioner walks among the mountains.

He is Su Xiumu.

When he sent out the herald sword light of Fang Hou Mansion, he saw a lot of sword light in response.

Some were warnings, some were threats, and some showed him the way.

He was in a hurry.

The True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in his body flowed out of his body like a worthless river, so that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi had no time to replenish at all, making his body seem to become empty, sucking in the dust on the Dao.

He didn't sleep endlessly, but his pupils were extraordinarily bright, with a sharp luster, which was completely different from when he practiced in the Changling Meditation Monastery.

In other words, he was completely different from Su Xiumu at that time.

He could already vaguely see the outlines of a thousand mountains of dust in the distance.

At this moment, in the wilderness in front of him, an army appeared.

At the head was a general in bronze armor.

Red Eagle, one of the three great masters under Meng Fang's Eagle.

"Go!"

It's just that when this general appeared in his perception, as if the distance between the space was instantly shortened, Su Xiumu let out a low cry of freedom.

The fine dust that was attached to his body, even into his body, was forced out.

There was a crackling sound.

A dust sword dozens of feet long appeared in front of him, breaking through the air.

"Die!"

By the time the second word came out, the dust sword had already reached the front of Red Eagle.

A blood-like rainbow lit up in front of Red Eagle.

At the same time, however, countless subtle sounds sounded on the red armor on his body.

Countless blood-stained dust flew from his back.

His eyes widened to the limit, and his pupils filled with blood spilling from the tiny holes.

His consciousness vanished in an instant, and he died.