Chapter 113: Domineering Will

The sword is in his hand, his clothes are flying, and his feet are ghostly. Fang Wenyuan's figure was as erratic as a ghost in this purple world.

The purple dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, and the dragon's body wandered in this world, chasing Fang Wenyuan's footsteps, his eyes were fierce, as if as long as Fang Wenyuan showed a little flaw, it would tear him apart!

The world of seven colors, here is the world of the last color.

The 'dragon' in this seven-colored world only has dragon energy, but it is not a real dragon, so it doesn't have any magical powers at all. Coupled with the Colorful Cloud Seal of the Ancestor of the Feibo Sect, the power of the Dragon Source was divided into seven parts, so the strength was weakened.

Otherwise, with Fang Wenyuan's subtle skills, he would have died I don't know how many times!

The method of ghost escape, the 'powerful' word realm has been exerted to the extreme by Fang Wenyuan, so that the purple dragon has all his strength, but he can't help him. Fang Wenyuan kept dodging, and every time he appeared in the direction behind the purple dragon, or in the dead corner of its attack. In such a situation, if the purple dragon wants to attack him, he must move his body.

This kind of attack consumes too much time, and when it catches up, Fang Wenyuan will disappear again long ago. Gradually, Fang Wenyuan discovered that the purple dragons included all the 'dragons' they had encountered before, and their intelligence was almost not high, almost dull.

Because Fang Wenyuan has been dodging, there are rules to follow, as long as the dragon has a little wisdom, Fang Wenyuan will probably struggle with it.

Gradually, the dragon was enraged, and continued to let out a shocking roar to vent. And Fang Wenyuan didn't care, he was still dodging, unless he had no choice but to fight the dragon with one or two moves.

Fang Wenyuan seemed to have been fighting against the dragon, but in fact, most of his mind was not on this. Instead, he was meditating on one thing, meditating on Fang Bufan's sword that shocked the group cultivators at the beginning.

In the thousand-year-old phantom, Fang Wenyuan saw that sword and remembered it in his heart. After that, in my spare time, I will understand it in my heart and copy it slowly. At this time, his divine sense had been tempered a lot, and it was easier to meditate.

So he was thinking that if he comprehended that sword by half a point now, even if he got the power of its star points, he would be able to kill this fang.

In his mind, he kept thinking back to the situation when Fang Bufan cut down that sword, over and over again. Fang Wenyuan was also constantly rehearsing in his mind, but he always felt that something was missing. Fang Bufan's sword was domineering and sharp, but it looked simple and unpretentious, without the slightest fireworks.

But once it gets close to the target, it will burst out with an indomitable momentum, swallowing the sky and overwhelming the power. Perhaps because of the exercises, Fang Wen couldn't learn it and couldn't imitate it.

However, the 'will' contained in this sword is beyond the exercises, and it is a kind of will that comes out of itself. And what Fang Wenyuan wanted to copy was exactly this, maybe he could use this to severely damage the purple dragon.

"At the beginning, my father's sword was low and restrained, but after encountering the enemy, it burst out with an incomparable momentum, which seemed to be a kind of confidence in myself, absolute confidence in that sword. Maybe my father's will is self-confidence, an incomparable self-confidence!" Fang Wenyuan muttered.

He seemed to think of something, but he didn't have time to think about it, because his thoughts were so sluggish just now that the purple dragon seized the opportunity, and the huge dragon tail had already swept over.

The strong wind was blowing, and although the divine sense clone had been tempered, it was also painful by this gust of wind.

The purple dragon's attack seemed to have become more powerful, perhaps because he had not been able to touch a single hair of Fang Wenyuan for a long time, and his eyes were full of anger as if they were about to erupt.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed on Fang Wenyuan's face, holding the sword in both hands, meeting the sweeping dragon tail, the long sword exuded a white halo, and his Divine Sense clone became a little more transparent, it seemed that it was because there were too many Divine Consciousness Shifting Dao long swords.

With a bang, the long sword directly lost its handle, and Fang Wenyuan's divine sense clone went straight to shatter, spreading out into a cloud of white mist. The purple dragon let out an earth-shattering roar in pain, and there was a crackling sound from its body.

The dragon scales stood up one by one, and the muscles and flesh were squeezed violently, and the long sword transformed by Fang Wenyuan's divine sense was also overwhelmed and cracked under such a huge force.

The white clouds and mist suddenly closed, and Fang Wenyuan's figure appeared. This time, he had broken through the blockade of the six 'dragons' all the way, and his divine sense was no longer as weak as before, and the time to reintegrate after the collapse became faster and faster.

Barely three breaths after the purple dragon had crushed him, his divine sense had been reintegrated into his form, and the sword in his hand had been restored.

After Fang Wenyuan recovered, the Divine Sense clone was a little smaller, obviously some of the damage from the blow just now. At this moment, his eyes sparkled, and his figure became ethereal again, constantly retreating.

The next moment it appeared under the belly of the purple dragon, and after another flicker, it appeared behind the purple dragon, standing ten feet behind the dragon. Like a maggot on a tarsal bone, the purple dragon could not get rid of him even if he exhausted all his strength. Not to mention attacking with him.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan actually closed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand waved slowly, practicing again and again.

The situation of the millennium phantom Fang Fang's extraordinary battle against Liu Xingxiu kept flashing in his mind.

After a while, Fang Wenyuan opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he said loudly: "Father's sword contains a sense of self-confidence, this self-confidence can fight heaven and earth, it is his will!"

Naturally, I can't imitate it, and I can't learn it. But since I cultivated the Dao, the techniques I have cultivated are inseparable from domineering.

Among them, the five thunder god scrolls, acting with the power of heaven, can transform themselves into thunder masters, replace the way of heaven, and become the ancestor of thunder!

The demon technique of snatching the soul is also the creation of the demon spirit, and the cultivation of it is qi and blood. The dragon pattern bone refining is also an opportunity to rob the dragon spirit qi and destroy the spirit of heaven and earth to transform into a dragon!"

As he spoke, Fang Wenyuan had already raised the long sword, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and pressing the sword finger in his left hand to the center of the blade, and said: "Since this is the case, then my sword, or my supernatural spell, my path to becoming an immortal, will all be forged by the word 'domineering'!"

As these words were spoken, the sword in Fang Wenyuan's hand emitted a burst of intense white light, and a terrifying aura was slowly brewing, and the immortal soul in his body was also echoing his movements at this moment.

The connection between the immortal soul and Fang Wenyuan became closer through one inscription after another, and Fang Wenyuan was able to draw on more and more powers.

Although he understood his will, it did not mean that he could exert the power of Fang Bufan, so with the help of the power of the immortal soul, he could make this sword more powerful and imposing.

The purple dragon has spirits, but its intelligence is not high, but that doesn't mean it can't sense a threat. After Fang Wenyuan's sword was raised, the terrifying power brewing made it instinctively sense a trace of fear. So he no longer paid attention to Fang Wenyuan, but fled with a frightened face.

Fang Wenyuan had a hint of majesty between his eyebrows, and his gestures revealed a domineering temperament. Looking at the escaping figure of the purple dragon, he grinned and suddenly slashed down with a sword!

A sword fell, diluting the rich purple of heaven and earth, and replacing it with a golden light. The earth cracked, and even the wind that walked between heaven and earth was stunned, silently following behind this sword.

This sword is domineering, a sword out, the sky and the earth are cold, the color of one side of the world is also changed, the wind of nothingness is also conquered by it, and a piece of razer also appears to protect it. It seems that under this sword light, all things in heaven and earth must be convinced. Domineering, that's a kind of self-respecting domineering!

The sword light pierced the heavens and the earth, and the purple dragon let out a terrified roar.

There was no scene of flesh and blood flying, but the purple qi escaped, and the purple dragon was directly split in half from the middle by that domineering sword light.

Fang Wenyuan's face was pale, and his divine sense clone was also shaking, swaying in the wind, becoming extremely unstable, and it seemed that it would dissipate at any time. At this time, the long sword transformed by the divine consciousness slowly integrated into his body, and after this move, the divine consciousness clone could be stabilized.

The purple dragon has a dragon source spirit, formed with the help of dragon energy, and has no flesh and blood, so it cannot die. Fang Cai's sword didn't smash it either, so it could be reconnected.

The two dragon bodies flew in the air, trying to merge together and merge again. However, it soon discovered that no matter how it docked, the wound could not be healed, and there was always a force at the fracture that stood in the way. Moreover, this power is still destroying its body!

Fang Wenyuan smiled coldly and said lightly: "With the help of the power of the immortal soul, I slashed out such a domineering sword, how can I let you re-fuse?"

With that, his hands shifted in front of his chest for a moment, and then he pushed forward, and a huge beast figure formed in front of him.

This beast shadow is shaped like a sheep's body and human face, with eyes under the armpits, tiger teeth and human claws, which is the gluttonous appearance of a divine beast, which is the soul swallowing formula.

As soon as this method came out, the figures of the two purple dragons were directly devoured by the gluttonous beast shadow. The magic trick in Fang Wenyuan's hand changed again, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the flesh outside the boundary-guarding Jin Ming. The right side of the flesh's face turned into a winged totem, and the spirit of the golden crow flew out of the right eye and came to the golden inscription of the guardian.

The gluttonous beast shadow flipped in the air, turning into a three-legged giant dome, and the figure of a purple dragon was trapped in it. The spirit of the golden crow flew to the top of the ding, and the golden crow flame immediately burned!

Fang Wenyuan shouted: "Rong!"

The two magical powers of the Soul Devouring Technique are now being used by him.

Fang Wenyuan's divine consciousness clone suddenly flew up and sat in the void above the ding. The roar of the purple dragon had just begun to shake the heavens and the earth, and even the refining tripod transformed by Fang Wenyuan's divine power was a little unbearable, but as time passed, the struggle and roar from the tripod became weaker and weaker.

At the same time, a white aura, like a cloud of mist, was absorbed by Fang Wenyuan's divine sense clone.

The divine consciousness clone is like a tonic, and the body slowly grows taller, and finally becomes a thirty-zhang giant.

The purple dragon was the spirit of the dragon source, although it was only a small part, it was enough to restore most of Fang Wenyuan's divine sense.