Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Heaven and earth turned into a grinding plate, suppressing the eight ancient swords in the middle.

And as Fang Xing's hands went up and down, one was right and one returned, slowly pushing the heaven and earth mill, everything around him began to rumble and produce terrifying changes, the earth under his feet, the dissolution of the top of his head, and began to become distorted and collapsed with his heaven and earth grinding mill pushed away, the divine power of the heaven and earth grinding plate, even everything around it was triggered, the entire mountain collapsed, and then was pushed aside by the divine power of the heaven and earth grinding plate, boom, above his head, suddenly brightened, revealing a starry sky, and it was he who split the mountains above his head, causing the mountains to collapse, turning into a valley, exposed to the starry sky。

And in this valley, the little princess's eyes widened, hiding far behind Baizhang, while Fang Xing stood in the void in the middle of the valley, pushing the big grinding plate with both hands, and there were eight ancient swords floating around her body, the most recent one had even pierced into Fang Xing's chest, three inches into her body, and the one pointing to her forehead had also touched his skin, and even pierced out a small scarlet dot!

But at this time, the Eight Ancient Swords, which had been suppressed by the power of heaven and earth, could no longer move.

Even as Fang Xing pushed the Heaven and Earth Great Grinding Plate, these eight ancient swords began to twist and cracked.

"No, it's not fair......"

The eight ancient swords roared, and a roar that was unbearable from the anger of the hated prince sounded.

He found that he was suppressed by Fang Xing, and his heart was just full of unwillingness. Originally. His final blow. The momentum was like lightning, and Fang Xing could be directly crushed, but because of the action of the little princess of Na Yaochi, he was slowed down for a moment, which gave Fang Xing the ability to successfully cast this infinite immortal method, and if it was in normal times, even if most of the sword light was suppressed. As long as there is still a sword light wandering outside, he will still stand in the place where he is not slow, because he has no self, and the sword light is just manifesting!

However, he was hit by Fang Xing at that time, and he intended to kill the enemy with one blow, turning into eight swords, occupying the eight directions, and intending to crush Fang Xing in one fell swoop, but he fell into his trap, causing himself to be suppressed by this type of supernatural power......

Vague. He sensed a mortal crisis!

No matter how strong his sword is, it can't break through the sky. Neither can the earth be broken......

And Fang Xing's supernatural power is based on heaven and earth, which just restrains his sword path!

Unwilling!

He roared angrily and struggled as hard as he could......

"Hehe, if you want to be fair, go play with the mud with the children......"

Fang Xing also gritted his teeth at this time, his forehead was bruised, his chest was stabbed out of the wound by the ancient sword, blood was even splattering out, his hands were also trembling, hard, inch by inch, pushing this heaven and earth grinding plate bit by bit, now it seems that he has the upper hand, but in fact, as long as he has a trace of relaxation, as soon as the eight ancient swords are handed forward, he will immediately be crushed, so he also used the strength to eat, and all the mana rumbling out of his body did not spare the slightest hand.

It can be said that since he destroyed the Huangfu clan, it was the first time he had encountered such a terrible situation.

It's terrible to hate the son!

Compared to the freak of the Yuan family seven hundred years ago, Fang Xing felt that he was a freak!

Legend has it that that freak could train himself to death in order to strengthen his great skills!

And this hateful son, but he really trained himself!

Such a person is simply a madman!

It's just that at the risk of losing his life, he finally lured this madman into a trap!

Under the rotation of the Heaven and Earth Great Mill Disc inch by inch, the eight ancient swords had already appeared spiderweb-like cracks, and then with a "ding" sound, they shattered into pieces of sword light, some of which were crushed by the power of Heaven and Earth, shattered into smaller pieces, and Fang Xing now wanted to completely crush these fragments into pure divine light by pushing the Heaven and Earth Great Mill Plate, and completely crush the soul and consciousness of the hated son contained in these swords, I don't believe that at that time, this madman can still not die......

Although it was as dangerous as walking in the clouds, it finally pulled back a game, and the eight ancient swords were all suppressed and gradually worn out.

In this battle, the balance of victory is already tilting in favor of Fang Xing.

However, at this time, a faint laugh suddenly sounded in the field: "The demon who disturbed the dispute between the demon abyss really deserves his reputation, he has been practicing swords for ten years, and has set foot on his own avenue, and in a few years, he has reached the extreme realm of the Jindan realm, and he can cultivate into a supreme sword baby, in the old man's opinion, only the young Situ of the Fuyao Palace in the world has the ability to compete with him, but I didn't expect that under the trick of your devil, even he will suffer this big loss, if the old man doesn't make a move, this time he will really be disadvantaged......"

The moment he heard this voice, Fang Xing's heart couldn't help but sink.

Then he saw several figures appear in the void around him, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Now, the battle between him and the son of hatred broke through the mountain, and he broke the mountain and cracked the ground from the cave, turning the battlefield into a valley, with the starry sky overhead, and at this time, above the valley, I don't know when an old man in linen clothes appeared, his body was floating and immovable, and his robe was flying.

And around, there are several figures manifesting, with long beards and white eyebrows, and a strong breath, thinking that they are elders who hate the sky.

Fang Xing originally wanted to quickly defeat the hated prince and then escape, but he didn't expect that before the winner was determined here, he had already fallen into the encirclement, and the only glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered, like a little beast caught in the mire.

"Xiaoqing girl, you helped the demon once, and I will also help my apprentice once......"

The Taoist Lord looked at the little princess of Yaochi with a smile, like a kind old man, but the gaze made the little princess of Yaochi tremble, and as he spoke, the old man raised his hand slightly, and a divine light descended, and the eight ancient swords that had been crushed by the great grinding plate of heaven and earth suddenly gained the power of rebirth under this divine light, and began to move forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Snort" "Snort" "Snort" "Snort" ......

These eight ancient swords were originally extremely close to Fang Xing, and they were suppressed by him with the power of the Heaven and Earth Great Grinding Plate, and at this time, under the impetus of this divine light, they immediately forcibly flew forward, and several more stabbed into Fang Xing's body, cutting out terrible wounds, only the one that pierced the forehead, did not continue to advance, but it was the hatred of the Dao Lord who obviously did not want Fang Xing's divine soul to dissipate.

"Hey...... It's not fair......"

Fang Xing was sweating profusely and screamed desperately.

"Hehe, if you want to be fair, why don't you go and play with the mud with the child?"

The Leaving Hate Daoist laughed coldly, but returned what Fang Xing had just said to the Leaving Hate Prince.

"Bastard, aren't you even as good as a child playing with mud?"

Fang Xing scolded angrily, and one sentence choked the hated Daoist Master speechlessly......

You can choke people to death when you say it together, and you still have a back hand waiting when you return with your words?

"Hmph, the tip of the tongue is sharp, such a ridiculous child, what do you want to do?"

Leaving the hated Dao Lord with a cold snort, his eyes showed murderous intentions, his big sleeves brushed away, and the divine light came.

The Eight Ancient Swords that had been transformed by the Hatred Son received a powerful boost again in an instant, and they quickly flew forward.

The sword light was clear, and the killing opportunity was infinite, and it was about to grind Fang Xing's body to pieces.

At this moment, Fang Xing was also frightened, he couldn't care about keeping his hand anymore, he snorted, and the heaven and earth grinding disc that was gritting his teeth and pushing it reversed in an instant, and the eight ancient swords were stabbing forward with unimaginable power, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly push back the heaven and earth grinding plate, and for a while, the yin and yang reversed, and the power of suppression turned into a driving force, within the scope of mana, the power reversed, and the forward became backward, how fast the eight ancient swords flew forward, and now how fast they retreated, and in an instant, they fled to all directions, and collapsed the Dao Dao peak.

Fang Xing was also covered in blood, staggering, but he gritted his teeth and did not fall, and he was about to jump into the air to play with the hatred of the Dao Master.

"The adversary still dares to be presumptuous!"

In the air, the cold shouts of several elders from the hating sky all flew down, waving their palms to suppress, Fang Xing is now at the end of the strong crossbow, and the momentum of flying and jumping is only summoning up the last of his strength, how can he resist the suppression of the divine power of these elders who are away from the hatred of the Tianyuan Infant, and they were immediately covered by the head-on, roaring madly, waving the dragon pattern fierce knife, holding back the last strength to fight.

"Don't be a killer, and let the confused man kill this thief, he has been in retreat for ten years, cultivated the supreme sword, and now the first battle of the fledgling is invincible, and let his sword drink the blood of this demon, it can be regarded as a sacrifice for him!"

The hateful Daoist coldly ordered, and then shouted into the distance: "Confused, don't you come to kill this son?"

"Thank you, Master, for fulfilling ......"

In the distance, countless sword lights drilled out from between the mountains and rocks, but they turned into the appearance of a hated son, waving their hands to thank them.

"Gossip is not enough, you have been in retreat for ten years, lacking luck, and now is the opportunity, use your sword, cut off this demon, you will invisibly get his luck, enough to make up for your ten years of missing, but you need to remember to leave his soul, this son is related to the creation of Baiduan Mountain, for the teacher to refine his soul into a puppet, when the immortal ancestor returns, Baiduan Mountain creation I can get it from hating the sky......"

Away from the hatred of the Daoist Sen Ran drank coldly, Zhizhu was in his hand, and Fang Xing's fate had already been decided.

The hated son laughed loudly, his eyes revealing murderous intentions: "Devil, let you be cunning, don't you want to die under my sword?"

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" ......

In the midst of the thunder, his figure flew into the air, and then turned into a rain of swords in the sky, flying down.

At this moment, Fang Xing was forcibly suppressed by the elders of Lihating Heaven, and let the sword rain fall, as if he was waiting to be slaughtered......

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