In mid-air, the two confronted each other.

Shuluo's body was covered with golden light, and he looked extremely extraordinary.

And Fang gradually left a white robe, holding a sword with a whirlwind, and his momentum was also eye-catching.

The two glanced at each other, and Fang gradually left to take the lead.

I saw that his wakiyin sword backhand received under the ribs of his left waist, and his figure turned into a dazzling rainbow light, and he rushed to Shu Luo on the opposite side in an instant.

In mid-air, a light suddenly lit up, and the bright sword light was visible.

That was the sword that Fang gradually pulled out!

The light in Shu Luo's pupils became more and more intense, and finally, at the moment when the sword light was blazing to the extreme, the bamboo sword in her hand also moved.

The shadow of the sword was like a screen, and in an instant, a circle of impermeable walls formed in front of Shu Luo.

While!

The sound of the sword resounded, and the sword sound of the waki-yin sword was like a strange force, even if it was so far away, the female cultivators of the Fuling Gate were all slightly pale.

The girl who has the lowest cultivation and has not yet built a foundation is even more so, she only feels that her eyes are dizzy, and she can't even see things clearly.

However, this kind of bewildering god and demon sound has no effect on Na Shuluo, and when the latter's sword screen lights up, not to mention the sound of the sword, even the sword sound can't pass through the halfest.

The sword intent of rejecting water is dense and airy, but it can be pervasive.

Even with the blessing of the sword intent, Fang gradually left for the first time with the feeling of hitting the cotton with all his strength.

And just when he was about to run out of breath and not be angry, Shu Luo's hand gradually suddenly withdrew the tip of the sword, and then stabbed out again, impartially against the tip of the sword that Fang was gradually leaving.

Sparks flew everywhere, and Fang gradually left without fear of sword intent urging with all his strength, and the fierce qi completely exploded.

If the water sword intent is a tough cloth, then he is the spearhead who wants to completely break this cloth!

But at this moment, the anomaly protruded.

I saw that the bamboo sword in Shu Luo's hand bent abruptly, and the arc was only close to a semicircle in an instant.

But on the contrary, the tip of the sword was still against the tip of the sword that was gradually leaving.

In other words, before Fang Yanli had time to break through that flexibility, Shu Luo had already completed some kind of move.

The next moment, as soon as the bamboo sword in Shu Luo's hand was released, the spiritual power between her palms was quietly retracted—she had used a large amount of spiritual power without making a sound before.

Where did those spiritual powers go? Fang gradually left the most touching person.

Almost as soon as Shu Luo let go of the bamboo sword, the Wakiyin sword in his hand suddenly came with terrifying power.

Only then did he realize something, and his palm was released.

Phew!

A sword flew out directly through Fang Yanli's arm, and it was actually the Wakiyin Sword that was originally in his hand!

Fang gradually turned around, and the Wakiyin Sword had already flown out directly for hundreds of zhang.

There was a slight labor pain in his arm, and there was an extremely deep wound that had been directly opened in the middle of the moment.

Fortunately, Fang gradually left consciousness early, otherwise the Wakiyin Sword would have pierced his shoulder at this time, causing him to lose a lot of combat power in an instant.

The strength of the late stage of foundation building is really far from the peak of the middle stage of foundation building.

Especially with such a large realm in the middle, and there were two of them, Fang Yanli felt great pressure for the first time.

"Her bamboo sword is stronger than the Wakiyin sword, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. Fang gradually realized this immediately.

The Wakiyin Sword should only be at the level of a top-grade low-grade spiritual treasure, but that bamboo sword should be a medium-grade and infinitely close to the level of a high-grade spiritual treasure!

Fang Cai Shuluo used the sword as the foundation, supplemented by spiritual power, to magnify the gap between the two spiritual treasures, which led to the previous scene.

This also made Fang gradually leave to know that although this female cultivator was not good-looking, she should have experienced a lot of battles.

In the face of such an opponent, Fang gradually did not have a trace of fear, on the contrary, the original tension in his heart was completely eliminated.

Since there is a gap, let's eliminate the gap!

In the midst of the sound of the sword, the sword flew back into Fang Yuan's palm.

Immediately, in Shu Luo's strange sight, Fang gradually lifted the Wakiyin Sword, and then shook it violently.

Whew-

It seemed to be born with a flame of light, and in an instant, the entire Wakiyin Sword was dyed with a layer of dazzling golden light, and every moment was accompanied by golden light chips sprinkled with the wind.

Shu Luo's face changed, and when he looked at it again, the Waiyin Sword in Fang Wanli's hand actually seemed to have undergone a earth-shaking change.

But before he could feel it carefully, Fang gradually left there, and the sword body turned into substance, and he attacked Shu Luo.

"Half Moon Pot!" The bamboo sword in Shu Luo's hand made a strange arc, and the spiritual power in his body continued to pour into the bamboo sword.

Suddenly, a half-moon-shaped sword light slashed out, and between the roars, the continuous water sword intent was infinitely magnified, and gradually left the seal towards Fang.

Fang gradually left there without hesitation, raised his sword, and shouted angrily in his heart: "No fear!"

In an instant, the straight sword intent condensed into the materialized sword ray, as if it had turned into another sword, slashing towards the half-moon-shaped sword ray without any flinching.

The two met in the blink of an eye, and a sharp and piercing sword groan rang out, and the sound spread endlessly.

The movement even swept away the spiritual mist, shaking the golden pillar of light in Shuluo's place to tremble.

Shu Lin and the others all watched nervously, the battle between the two was really quite moving, and they were extremely frightened.

But after half a breath, two figures flew out upside down.

Fang gradually left the whirlwind sword in his hand sprinkled with golden light, and his face was flat.

And Na Shuluo looked at an extremely faint sword mark on the bamboo sword in disbelief.

"How did his sword rise to the level of a top-grade mid-grade spirit treasure in an instant?!" Shu Luo really couldn't believe how he felt in the previous battle.

Now Shu Luo has retreated ten zhang, and Fang has gradually retreated thirty zhang, it seems that Shu Luo has the upper hand, but only Shu Luo himself knows that she is better than the amount of spiritual power.

But as a person in the late stage of foundation building, his spiritual power is stronger than the peak of the early stage of foundation building, isn't it a matter of course?

Thinking of this, Shu Luo no longer has any underestimating intentions, this gradual departure is obviously a hard idea, and he must go all out.

The bamboo sword in his hand was raised, and Shu Luo broke his index finger with the sharp blade of the sword, and quickly wrote something on the sword.

But at that time, there were irregular spiritual patterns escaping on the bamboo sword.

When Fang gradually left this scene, it was naturally impossible to let go of the opportunity, and as soon as his body turned, the waki-yin sword dyed with golden light in his hand once again emitted a piercing sword sound, and he quickly slashed towards Shu Luo.

However, when Shu Luo saw this scene, the bamboo sword in his hand slapped, and the sharp fearless sword intent was blocked, and he turned to quickly retreat with his strength.

In the process of retreating, a large amount of spiritual power tilted out from the tips of her fingers.

Strange spirit patterns spread out, and they were gradually hooking up, a complex picture.

At the last moment, Shu Luo stepped on the air, stabilized his body, and the bamboo sword in his hand suddenly stood up, combining with the picture.

"A sword diagram!"