It's rare for the sword to be so happy, but he's really happy now.

He certainly didn't want to die.

For him, Fang Xiumu was the kind of person who could guarantee their immortality as long as he could get there.

The person who can issue a herald sword light on behalf of Fang Hou's Mansion can only be Fang Xiumu.

Meng Fangying was silent for another moment.

He knew very well the weight of the Fang Xiu Curtain, but his head was still raised a little, he looked at the sky falling outside the thousands of dust mountains, and the corners of his mouth curved into a stubborn arc: "In the past, when I was flying eagles in the border army, I didn't think too much. I was born as a sergeant in the border army, and all I thought about was that this empire would eventually be able to dominate the world like the Great You Dynasty in the past and establish a peerless hegemony, and if I could become a general, I would naturally be able to go down in history. Back then, I didn't care who won the battle for the Changling magnates, but today, I don't change my mind, I'm different from you, what you care about is revenge, but all I want is to destroy you, destroy this Chu Dynasty, and I, Daqin, will have no resistance. The grievances of immortals are different from what mortals think, and there are more mortals than immortals after all. So since you lost back then, it's even more unlikely that you will win now. ”

After a pause, he lowered his head, looked at Ding Ning and Li Daoji, and said slowly: "Even if Fang Xiumu can change anything, since you can see his sword light, Mitaka under my seat can naturally also see his sword light, and... The question is, how much time can you stop me?"

When he said this last sentence, his gaze stopped on Ding Ning's body.

It's a vigilance.

He had already seen how Ding Ning borrowed the True Yuan of the Fire Master, and in his opinion, since Li Daoji was Ding Ning's uncle when he was practicing in the White Aries Cave, Ding Ning naturally knew a lot about the exercises and True Yuan that Li Daoji had cultivated, and it was also possible to borrow Li Daoji's True Yuan.

But since he has seen Ding Ning's methods, he will never let such a thing happen again.

Yutai Guanjian understood what Meng Fangying meant, so he immediately became nervous again.

After all, Li Daoji is only a cultivator in the Aries Cave, how could such a cultivator from a cultivation place stop Meng Fangying in the slightest?

Even if Xue Wangxuan defeated Liang Lian back then, Liang Lian's cultivation could not be compared with Meng Fangying at this time.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning's expression became a little strange.

He looked directly into Meng Fangying's eyes, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "Old man Xue feels that he can't teach him, so send him away, of course, to find him a much stronger teacher." Old man Xue is too old, and although he may not necessarily win a fight with others, how many people are much stronger than him in terms of knowledge and the sword scriptures he has dabbled?"

Meng Fangying's brows furrowed unconsciously, and a sense of foreboding suddenly appeared in his heart.

In the next moment, a sword roar sounded in front of him.

He still didn't think that Li Daoji could pose any threat to himself, but every word Ding Ning said would affect his confidence.

So he didn't want to say anything more.

With the sound of the sword roar, there was a massive roar of heaven and earth vitality in the sky, but it was not injected into the sword shadow that suddenly appeared in his hand, but all poured into his body.

His body suddenly became taller, exuding an aura that looked at the world.

He slashed Li Daoji with a sword!

There are no tricks.

This sword was just like a boulder, arrogant and domineering, with all his spirit and a large amount of true yuan, and smashed towards Li Daoji with all his strength.

The simpler the sword gesture, the more it is able to force the same simple way to deal with it.

This turns into a clash of pure power.

Meng Fangying had already been in the Seven Realms twenty years ago, and although he had not broken through the door between the Seven Realms and the Eight Realms in the past twenty years, the True Yuan had already been condensed to an incomparably pure level, like the Xuantie Tempered Repeatedly, how could the True Yuan power be comparable to that of a cultivator who had just stepped into the Seven Realms?

The sword inhaled deeply.

He was nervous.

This sword was just a very simple temptation for Meng Fangying, but it was very likely to turn into a direct killing blow.

At this moment, Li Daoji inhaled slowly, he calmed down, took half a step back, and then grabbed the white jade-colored sword on his waist.

A loud bang sounded between Li Daoji and Meng Fangying.

At the same time, there were echoes in the depths of the thousands of dust mountains, as if there were countless giant swords colliding in these dust mountains.

After these voices sounded, everyone could see that a slightly curved sword light was still firmly in front of Li Daoji's body, while Meng Fangying's body, which exuded the momentum of looking at the world, was shocked backwards and flew out!

Except for the sound of the crash, there was silence.

Zhantai Guanjian's eyes widened, he was surprised but not shocked.

Because he instantly understood the sword.

Aries picks horns, and it is important to hold each other.

In Li Daoji's hand is the sect master sword of the Aries Cave, and what he is showing at this time is the secret sword of the Aries Cave that defeats the strong with the weak, and the white sheep picks the horns.

Meng Fangying was shocked.

Although he was not injured, the true yuan in his body vibrated violently, making him feel unprecedentedly uncomfortable.

His sword made him feel like he had hit a city wall in a hurry!

The natal sword in his hand showed its true face.

It is a silver-white sword, as if condensed with the brilliance of the moon, giving people a quiet but mysterious feeling.

He was in retreat, but the sword in his hand was already swinging.

The true yuan that was shaking in his body was instantly smoothed out with the unbridled gushing.

The natal sword in his hand was brilliant, although it was warm but not dazzling.

The silvery-white brilliance turned into a crescent moon, obscuring his figure.

Sword intent filled the space, but it exuded a very mysterious feeling, making it difficult to determine when and where the sword fell.

This sword is called "Yuehua", and it is one of the seven sword scriptures of the Meng family.

The Seven Peerless Sword Sutra is the supreme sword book of the Meng family, recording the seven sword moves with completely different natures, but they are also unpredictable and powerful.

Li Daoji's gaze was awe-inspiring.

But his body posture didn't change much, except that his left hand held the long sword across his chest, and there was some sword wind.

These sword winds have no power to speak of, and their attitudes are only reminiscent of the spring breeze blowing willow branches in February.

However, in the next moment, the white jade-colored sect master sword in his right hand was picked out again.

In the heaven and earth in front of him and in the depths of the thousand dust mountains, there was a loud bang again, like a thousand giant swords colliding.

The sword light, slightly curved like a sheep's horn, continued to shine in front of him.

And before the sword light, Meng Fangying's figure retreated again, and the shock retreated even further.

At this time, even the Taiguan Sword couldn't help but let out a soft exhalation.

It's another sword and an Aries horn.

However, it was just this same sword that broke one of Meng Fangying's unpredictable seven peerless swords.