Chapter 318: A Sword that Splits the Sky

If you hesitate, you will definitely die.

All living beings divided their fingers, turned into eagle grasps, their nails suddenly lengthened, and suddenly a cold light appeared, and they went straight to Fang Wenyuan's chest, and the black tiger dug out his heart!

At this moment, how could it get its wish, if so, although Fang Wenyuan would not die, he would definitely lose his combat effectiveness in a short period of time. In the battle of life and death, if you lose your combat effectiveness at this moment, what is the difference between death and death?

There was a huge force of 10,000 catties on his body, and at the last moment, Fang Wenyuan's body reversed, forcibly moved the Qingfeng Sword in front of him, suddenly stabbed out, and then struggled to dodge.

With a pop, blood spilled everywhere, followed by Fang Wenyuan's muffled snort of pain. I saw that the sentient beings penetrated Fang Wenyuan's shoulder with one hand, and their sharp nails penetrated through their bodies, like a blood-colored lotus.

At this time, the Qingfeng Sword also penetrated the bodies of all beings.

Of course, Fang Wenyuan's purpose was not to end up together, but to force out all living beings and buy a little time for himself.

However, he miscalculated, the sentient beings are condensed by the resentment of the sentient beings, and they can be described as immortal and immortal, and such an injury is just a little bit of damage to it. Moreover, all living beings are not afraid of death, and their expressions are indifferent, which can be said to have no greed for life.

Therefore, his wishful thinking is still wrong. But if he didn't do this, Fang Wenyuan couldn't find a better way, and he could only say that it was better than nothing.

The most important thing is that he avoided the heart-digging blow of the sentient beings, so that he would not be defeated at the beginning of the battle.

With a low shout, Fang Wenyuan broke free from the claws of all beings, and struggled to retreat backwards, at the same time, enduring the pain on his body, cast a spell, and said, "The technique of pouring the sea!"

Then his body became fairer, his eyes were crystal clear with an indescribable coldness, and thin slags of ice appeared on his sword eyebrows and long white hair. A palm pushed forward, and said in a deep voice: "Frozen thousands of miles!"

Breaking free from the attack of all beings, although Fang Wenyuan's injuries were aggravated, he was still difficult. The technique of pouring the sea with one hand can be described as fast and accurate. Before the sentient beings could understand each other, they were besieged by the technique of pouring the sea, and thousands of waves were repeated, one after another.

The ensuing ice was frozen for thousands of miles, and suddenly under the surprise of all living beings, the water waves of the sea inversion technique froze into ice. With this, Fang Wenyuan finally had a chance to breathe, but it wouldn't be too long, because the frozen beings were struggling violently, and the Freezing Technique began to show signs of shattering.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan ignored the injuries on his body, closed his eyes, and trembled to hold the Qingfeng Sword on his chest.

Su Susu, when he opened his eyes, a stream of essence spread outward like substance, forming a halo. Then, Fang Wenyuan swung his sword vigorously and shouted angrily: "A sword is cold!"

This method comprehension is similar to Fang Bufan, mysterious and secretive, to this day, Fang Wenyuan's power is less than one-twelve, and this is still because of the Qingfeng Sword.

This sword, the consumption of Fang Wenyuan, can be described as huge. With a sword slashing out, Fang Wenyuan's expression suddenly languished, and the wound that had stopped bleeding burst out with blood again.

The Yuan Li that has been accumulated in the body with great difficulty has lost a lot.

The storm descended from the nine heavens and rose from the ground, and the two joined each other in mid-air, forming a huge force that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

This storm was not a violent wind, but was formed by countless sword qi, and the place where it met was the place where all beings were trapped.

The sword aura was unrestrained, and as soon as the sentient beings broke free from the ice, they fell into Fang Wenyuan's spell again. However, the appearance of all beings was not without the power to resist, I saw that it was emitting golden light all over its body, and under the attack of the sword qi, the sonorous sound was endless.

But I saw that it was unscathed, and it seemed that it was only temporarily imprisoned.

Rao was like this, Fang Wenyuan was also overjoyed, and immediately no longer took advantage of the victory to pursue, but bypassed the appearance of all beings and went straight to the nine heavenly thunders behind it.

The beings pointed at the white horse chariot from afar, and a desolate and mixed voice sounded, low to the point: "Stop him!"

Before, this battle was all between lightning and flint, and the white horse chariot couldn't get involved at all, and at this moment there was finally a chance. There were originally nine white horses, but after Fang Wenyuan broke up three, there were six left.

The fact that Rao has decreased in number does not mean that it has lost its original deterrent power. Fang Wenyuan's face sank, and his heart was anxious. At this moment, although the sentient beings have not broken free, his dantian has reached the limit.

The longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him, the chariot resisted in front, although Fang Wenyuan frowned a little, he still opened his mouth and spit out a ray of light, and muttered: "Five Thunder God Scrolls." ”

The Five Thunder God Scrolls, when recovering the Nine Poles of Heavenly Thunder, played a decisive role. At that time, Fang Wenyuan realized that this dossier was not just a simple record of a book of exercises, but it was also a rare treasure in itself.

Therefore, when he exhausted his means, but he was still a little close, it was a good choice to spit out the dossier of the five thunder god scrolls and drag the white horse chariot.

This point is somewhat similar to Qiao Chen's jade pen brocade book, after the five thunder god scrolls flew out, it was like a dragon going out to sea, and under the wind, it besieged six white horses.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Wenyuan finally arrived in front of the Nine Heavenly Thunders, took a deep breath, and promoted the Dragon Pattern Bone Training Technique to the extreme, the qi and blood around his body became extraordinarily vigorous, and the bones and veins all exuded golden rays.

The thunder spirit vein inside the thunder spirit vein is even more unreserved, at this time, Fang Wenyuan is very strange in the eyes of everyone, in their cognition, for the thunder tribulation, there is only avoidance or passive defense.

No one has ever dared to deal with it so arrogantly, and deliberately hit it hard.

As a result, it is not difficult to imagine that the more the thunder tribulation reaches the end, the more powerful it becomes. The speed of these nine heavenly thunders was so fast that it didn't give Fang Wenyuan a chance to breathe at all.

Fang Wenyuan was suddenly overwhelmed by the thunder light, and his body trembled violently in it, letting out a long howl of pain.

Previously, the Nine Heavenly Thunders were following behind the White Horse Chariot and the Appearance of All Beings, but Fang Wenyuan swept past the former and came straight to him, seemingly missing a trace of restriction. Therefore, the speed of the Nine Heavenly Thunders became very fast, and they hit Fang Wenyuan's body almost at the same time.

Although he was not lightly injured, Fang Wenyuan still survived after all, and his heart trembled when he turned around and glanced at the faces of all beings.

But when he saw a sword in the middle of all beings, he broke free in the cold sky and rushed straight to him. At the last moment, Fang Wenyuan's body moved, and he went straight to the clouds without looking back.

On his body, there is still the power of the nine heavenly thunders that has not been fully absorbed.

The consumption of a big battle, the replenishment of the Yuan Force in his body, consumed a lot, and at this moment, if he wants to reach ninety, tie nine pins of golden pills, and only nine heavenly thunders, it is no longer satisfied.

If you want it, you want the best, Fang Wenyuan made up his mind to form a nine-grade golden pill, then, he will never give up until he reaches his goal.

At this moment, he has a crazy idea, that is, to go straight to the sky and escape into the clouds, in this way, there will be countless thunders, and when the time comes, just absorb it as much as you want, and the Nine Rank Golden Pill will not be a problem.

But dangers also coexist, and in this world, there is no pie in the sky.

The pursuit of all living beings was also very fast, and Fang Wenyuan tried his best to barely be chased.

It's not a way to go on like this, it won't go straight to the clouds, and when the time comes, all sentient beings will be good and will not interfere, and you will have to face the double pressure of sentient beings and clouds. At that time, don't talk about knotting, I'm afraid even life and death will become unknown.

So, what should I do? Fang Wenyuan thought to himself secretly, and finally reluctantly looked at the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Now that it has to be like this. I didn't expect to be separated from you so soon!"

The Qingfeng Sword takes the shape of the Wuji Sword embryo and uses Fang Bufan's sword qi as the soul, so it can exert great power. However, the sword qi is qualitative and intangible, and it is difficult to preserve it for a long time after all. What Fang Wenyuan wanted to do was to completely stimulate the sword soul of this Qingfeng Sword, that is, that sword qi, so as to defeat all living beings.

The reason why he was reluctant was because this sword qi was the last thing Fang Bufan left him.

The matter has come to this point, success or failure is the key, Fang Wenyuan categorically can't be his mother-in-law, I saw that he would carry a sword in one hand and wipe the other hand on tenacity, Yin Hong's blood suddenly flowed on it.

The sword body of the Qingfeng Sword suddenly had a strong turbulence, and cracks spread one after another, and the earth-shattering sword qi burst out from it.

There seemed to be a figure coming from the long years, pointing at this sword qi and saying, "A sword cold sky!"

The sky suddenly swelled, and even the clouds of calamity were irretrievably dispersed for the first time, and all beings and the white horse chariot were suppressed and unable to move before the sword power was activated.

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, Fang Wenyuan couldn't help but be surprised by the trance, the majestic figure in front of him seemed to appear at any time, even if the sky was falling apart, as long as he glanced at him, his heart would calm down.

Shocked, the figure glanced back, a touch of kindness undisguised. Fang Wenyuan's nose was sour, but he couldn't speak.

This figure can't be seen really, but in Fang Wenyuan's eyes, it seems to be able to see clearly. Just as he froze in place, the figure glared angrily.

For a while, the sourness in Fang Wenyuan's heart was incomprehensible, and he understood in his heart what Fang Bufan's figure wanted to express. So he took a deep look, then turned his head and went straight to the clouds.

The calamity clouds that were collapsing, the aftermath was undiminished, Fang Wenyuan was in it, enduring the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and at the same time, the Yuan Power of his dantian was also replenishing rapidly.

Although he looked embarrassed at this time, and his body was covered with sores, his aura was getting stronger and stronger, and it was gradually accumulating

Fang Bufan's figure, the sword soul wielding the Qingfeng Sword, and the stirring wind and clouds spread throughout the Blood Demon Sect, and everyone including Shen Yangming trembled.

I saw the sword soul in Fang Wenyuan's hand, which was good in the wind, like a pillar holding up heaven and earth.

With a swing of the sword, all living beings, the white horse chariot, including the clouds, all collapsed, and there was no power to fight back.

The sky felt like it had been cut in half