The rune paper was folded in half and disappeared in his hand.

As the rune paper disappeared from his hand, a transparent and crystalline line suddenly appeared in the sky above him.

The transparent and crystalline line appeared without any sound, but after it appeared, there was a loud bang in the sky above him, followed by countless loud noises.

These countless loud noises came from the dragon scale sword, and at this moment, between each of the scales like a huge black rock.

There was originally a certain gap between each of these scales like a huge black rock, and each of these gaps was a rune, a channel for the circulation of vitality.

However, at this moment, each scale was squeezed together by an unimaginably huge force.

This feeling is like a silent harbor with countless black rocks, and there are ironclad giants staying in between, but at this moment, the black rocks and the steel giants are squeezed together by a huge force that is difficult to describe in words, violently impacting and rubbing.

The two bright yellow flames at the tip of the dragon scale sword flickered with a more indifferent and violent feeling, but most of the power of the dragon scale sword itself came from the power flowing in the runes, and at this moment, this cold and violent love lost the support of power, just like dying eyes.

The countless cultivators present looked up at such a scene, their faces becoming more and more pale, and their eyes were filled with more and more awe.

That transparent crystal was not a rune or a crack, but an incomprehensible crease.

In the space above his head, all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was bent and folded, giving people the feeling that two spaces were folded in this instant.

There was no violent hedge or sharp slashing intent, but just the grinding and squeezing of the vitality was like wiping out all the runes on the dragon scale sword, causing most of the power of the dragon scale sword to disappear.

Fang Yan took a deep breath.

Each huge black rock-like dragon scale suddenly no longer resisted the external squeezing force, but instead violently pressed inside. Friction.

Each black rock-like dragon scale was violently rubbed, and the edges were suddenly red, spewing out countless iron juice-like red flames.

The red flames joined together.

Connected into many larger red runes.

A dragon roar rang out in the sky.

The two bright yellow flames also seemed to burn, and an even more amazing sword aura emanated from the sword.

Many of the cultivators who looked up at each other had their breaths paused, and the sword aura of this sword was stronger than that of Fang Cai.

Li Jietian's eyes were still clean and calm.

He stretched out two fingers, as if pinching an invisible piece of paper, and slowly tore it open.

Sneer...

With this movement, countless tiny lines in the sky suddenly broke, and there was nothing in the sky. Even in the space where the air seemed to have been forced away by the sword qi, a strong sound of air currents suddenly sounded, and countless streams of air gushed out of thin air.

In the sky, a crack appeared.

Countless cracks erupted from both sides of this sword, like a huge Dao sword meeting the slashing dragon scale sword.

Just now, his blow was just a fold, and his blow at this time was his truly powerful intention to cut the sky.

Two forces that few people in the world could stop collided together.

Rumble!

A circle of air waves and shock waves landed, and all the rubble at Li Jietian's feet instantly turned to ash. The entire ground caved down a few feet, then poured up countless floating dust, and then disappeared a few feet.

Li Jietian's body shook and swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

His robe turned completely red.

The surface of the skin of the body. Countless blood foams were shaken out.

It's just that his face is still calm.

Fang Yan's brow furrowed deeply, as if there were several cracks between his brows.

The dragon scale sword suspended in the air jumped upward, and there was a momentary pause.

In the next moment, countless black rock-like dragon scales broke away from the sword body. Began to fly out.

Red sparks and golden sword light flew through the air, like a real splatter of dragon blood.

Puff puff puff......

At the same time as these dragon scales flew out, cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of Fang Yan's body. Blood poured out of it.

He was covered in wounds and covered in blood.

Many people were shocked and speechless, and they couldn't even tell the victory or defeat between the two.

"You're defeated. ”

Li Jietian looked at Fang Yan quietly.

The dragon scale sword in the sky had completely disappeared, turning into a piece of rusty iron and flying backwards.

"I'll win. ”

Fang Yan shook his head, raised his steps, and walked towards Li Ditian.

The wind rose in front of him, then dispersed to both sides.

Li Jietian's face gradually condensed.

He understood what Fang Yu meant at this time.

Fang Yu's dragon scale sword was destroyed.

However, Fang Yu itself is also a sword.

Wisps of blood flew out from Li Jietian's fingertips, condensing into a blood talisman in front of him.

The blood of cultivators, especially the blood of cultivators of Li Jietian's level, is itself the best accommodating source of heaven and earth vitality.

With the formation of this blood talisman, with a bang, countless streets and alleys seemed to appear in the air in front of Fang Yan.

In these streets and alleys, there seemed to be many invisible blades, slashing towards Fang Yan's body.

The True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flowing out of Fang Yu's body went straight forward, concentrating on the surface of his body, and his body itself became the sharpest sword, these invisible blades couldn't cut any wounds on his body at all, but they couldn't cut it, and a handle knife smashed down on his body, as if it had become a small hammer.

There was a thin cracking sound in his body.

These sounds are the sounds of broken meridians, bones, and even the medullary river.

Fang Yu paused.

In the next moment, he fell backwards.

Ecstasy welled up in the hearts of all the Great Yan Dynasty cultivators who had been in deep shock.

The Xie Shi they respected had also reached the limit, and if they couldn't stop Fang Yan's sword, they would definitely lose.

And at this moment, the bones of the meridians are broken.

The practitioner's body is the vessel of the vitality of heaven and earth, and the foundation of the operation of power.

Now that they are defeated, victory is on their side.

However, there was no joy in Li Jietian's eyes.

Not because of the respect for the other party, but because he felt a new sword intent.

A sword intent came towards him, although there was no real cold aura, but in his mind, it was like a sea of ice, falling into his entire world in an instant.

He hung his head.

As he hung his head, a line of blood appeared in his chest.

The surprise that had just emerged in the eyes of all the cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty disappeared and turned into infinite shock and sorrow.

A line of blood was followed by countless lines.

There is a slight interlacing between these blood lines.

To stagger means to be cut off.

"What's going on?"

A cultivator of the Great Yan Dynasty cried out in great sorrow.

He couldn't understand it at all.

Obviously, Fang Yan's body has collapsed, just like a water scoop has burst, how can he scoop up water?

"The mind cannot truly transcend life and death, but it can get rid of the fear between life and death. ”

A voice rang out.

The person who answered him was Li Jietian.

Li Jietian's body was intertwined with many blood lines, and he was about to split into many pieces, but his demeanor was as usual.

The grief-stricken cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty began to understand.

Start from the sword and end with the sword.

Fang Yu's strongest from beginning to end was the Nian Sword.

Anyone who is facing an enemy naturally wants to kill the other party, but Fang Yan's last sword was to let Li Jietian "kill" him first, and then he sent out this sword.

It's a simple truth.

However, to unleash such a sword, it requires an incomparably strong will.

From the realm alone, anyone can see that Li Jietian is stronger.

However, the victory or defeat of the battle between cultivators is never determined by the pure realm.

Fang Yan was broken all over his body at the moment, even if it was not good now, if he could barely survive, he would definitely be a wasted person without cultivation, but Li Jietian had already been dismantled by the army, but he was destined to die soon.

"It's a tie. ”

In countless sad eyes, Emperor Yuanwu looked at Emperor Yan and said loudly.

Nothing objected.

Because this was originally a lose-lose battle, it was impossible for Emperor Yan to oppose it, because no one from the Great Yan Dynasty present wanted to see the picture of Li Jietian's body being torn apart.

Emperor Yan lowered his head slightly and did not make a sound.

A soothing aura was released from his body, drifting towards Li Jietian's body, and then enveloping Li Jietian like layers of cloth.

Li Jietian's body began to be cold, his consciousness began to blur, and the vivid vitality began to dissipate from his body, but an indescribable smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Emperor Yuanwu glanced at Fang Yu.

There was another soft sound in Fang Yan's body, and all the powerful cultivators felt that many fatal blockages in Fang Yan's body were penetrated.

Several physicians swept out of the attendants of the Great Qin Dynasty and quickly sent Fang Yu to the camp in the rear.

Seeing such a picture, except for the Qin people, all the cultivators of the other three dynasties were slightly cold in their hearts and were silent.

Although it was a tie, Li Jutian was probably already the strongest cultivator in the Dayan Dynasty.

Although Fang Yu was strong, he was definitely not the strongest cultivator in the Great Qin Dynasty, or even the strongest cultivator in the Great Qin Dynasty except for Emperor Yuanwu.

So in fact, it was the Great Qin Dynasty that won.

......

"General Fang is deposed, and Li Jietian is dead. ”

Pan Ruoye said coldly and softly.

Ding Ning stared at the top of Lushan Mountain, breathing as calmly as possible.

The drastic changes in vitality that rose and fell had already made him perceive the trend of the battle between Li Jietian and Fang Yan.

It's only been more than ten years, but the methods of these top grandmasters now have changed a lot compared to those cultivators before Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne.

Change means more unknowns and dangers. (To be continued......)