At this time, all of Xiao Ziyang's energy was attracted by the spiritual spring in front of him, and he didn't notice it at all, and the god of death was gradually approaching him.

The flying sword slowly flew behind Xiao Ziyang, just like a cheetah that had approached the distance from the prey to the culling, it suddenly accelerated, from a slowly swimming fish to a lightning bolt that pierced the sky, drew an arc in the air, and slashed towards Xiao Ziyang.

I don't know if I was afraid that Xiao Ziyang had no intention of dodging, or if Fa Rong was cruel by nature, the flying sword did not go towards his fragile neck, but slashed towards his waist and abdomen.

At the moment when the flying sword suddenly accelerated, Xiao Ziyang finally realized the crisis.

However, the speed of the flying sword was too fast, although the spirit shield in his dantian could fly out of the talisman as long as he thought about it, but at such a close distance, he didn't even have a chance to move his thoughts, and almost at the same time as he understood what was going on, the flying sword was already on his way.

The flying sword slashed at Xiao Ziyang's unprotected side. The huge force made Xiao Ziyang fly out of the sky as if he had been kicked by a master.

In the next moment, with a series of loud noises, Xiao Ziyang slammed into the rocks around the cave. Those solid rocks seem to have turned into okara at this time. The rock was plowed out of a trench by Xiao Ziyang's tumbling body, and even the rock layer at the bottom of the cave was shoveled up.

Seeing this scene, Fa Rong not only was not happy, but his eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity. Due to the excessive pursuit of secrecy, his medium-grade flying sword was only as powerful as ordinary low-grade magic weapons.

However, no matter how bad a flying sword is, let alone cutting people, it is even cutting an iron-cast human figure, it should be like cutting tofu, one knife and two sections.

The feeling from the flying sword told Fa Rong that it seemed that what he had slashed was not a person, but a demon beast with extremely strong fur and bones.

Just when Fa Rong was stunned, Xiao Ziyang staggered to his feet. His clothes were ragged as if they had been trampled by a herd of galloping bison. The arm that was directly slashed by the flying sword spurted blood. He looked at Fa Rong in a daze, and his face was incredible.

Xiao Ziyang was not puzzled by why Fa Rong wanted to kill him, but because he didn't die for what he wanted. Xiao Ziyang also used a flying sword to kill the monk, and he knew very well the feeling of the flying sword cutting through the flesh. There are almost no obstacles, like scratching through a piece of refined grease.

Like Fa Rong, he didn't understand why he didn't break in two.

Although his arm was badly wounded, half of his lower arm bone was severed. But this is by no means the injury that should be caused by being directly slashed by a flying sword.

The two of them stared at each other, stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted at the same time. Fa Rong's shout was filled with horror and disbelief, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the flying sword hanging in the air stabbed towards Xiao Ziyang suddenly.

Xiao Ziyang's shouts were full of the fear of near-death, the anger after passing with death, and the ecstasy of the rest of his life.

Looking at the flying sword that flew towards him again, the fear and ecstasy in Xiao Ziyang's heart turned into boundless anger. He waved his hands together, and the purple spirit shield held the stabbing flying sword, and the half-moon-shaped spirit sword turned into a purple lightning bolt, heading straight for Fa Rong.

Fa Rong hurriedly released a shield-like magic weapon in front of him.

Xiao Ziyang's spirit sword could pass over this clumsy shield in just a flick, but he didn't.

Under the command of Xiao Ziyang, the spirit sword frantically slashed, wiped, pecked, chopped, and collided. The sword qi overflowing above the spirit sword plowed the walls of the rocky caves around the Fa Rong into grooves.

Xiao Ziyang didn't cherish the mana of the spirit sword, and vented frantically.

Under his frantic attack, Fa Rong had no other choice, desperately trying to stabilize the shield magic weapon like a flat boat in a storm.

However, with a crisp bang, the shield that was also a medium-grade magic weapon couldn't withstand such a violent attack, and suddenly exploded.

As the shield exploded, the spirit sword hovered in front of Fa Rong's body. It trembled and hummed softly. This is the manifestation of the spirit sword being urged to the extreme by Xiao Ziyang's mana. A stormy attack just now made the purple aura on the spirit sword that was like a substance fade by three percent, revealing the real and illusory body inside.

Fa Rong looked at the spirit sword in front of him like an angry beast that chose people and loved people, and Xiao Ziyang who was staring at him with a pair of red eyes in the distance.

Xiao Ziyang panted like an angry bull. He had never been so close to death. The breath of death terrified him to the extreme, and this fear provoked him to a hysterical rage.

Xiao Ziyang, who was furious, only wanted to tear this person who almost cut him in half to pieces. But the loud sound of the shield exploding just now made Xiao Ziyang come back to his senses a little.

According to the rules of the Daluo sect, if you kill each other, you will be expelled from the sect and executed.

It took Xiao Ziyang a lot of effort to control his urge to melt the Fa into meat sauce.

Fa Rong saw the spirit sword in front of him tremble suddenly, and was about to close his eyes and wait for death. Suddenly, a sharp headache made him fall to the ground with his head in his hands, letting out a scream. Then he felt that his body stiffened, and he had already settled on the divine technique.

Xiao Ziyang beckoned, withdrew the spirit sword, and did not check the Fa Rong who fell to the ground. He raised his arm and examined the wound carefully, only to see that on his forearm, near his elbow, a deep wound opened as terrifyingly as a fish's mouth, revealing the white arm bones inside. There was a notch in the arm bone that almost broke it.

Curiously, the exposed arm bones do not resemble ordinary bones. Instead, it was as crystal clear as white jade, and there were wisps of golden light in it. The blood oozing from the wound is also different from ordinary blood, and its color is pale gold. It looks very thick, but it flows like clear water, and there is no obstruction in the slightest.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the wound for a moment in disbelief, not understanding when his body had become like this.

However, this is not the time to find out the roots, he silently uses the secret method to convert mana into a water system. Reaching out to the wound, a stream of pure water was generated out of thin air, and after sparing the wound, the blood, gravel and other debris in the wound were removed.

Treating the wound cleanly, Xiao Ziyang used mana to tighten the wound, and then converted the mana into wood, a spring bud spell was cast, and emerald green light erupted from Xiao Ziyang's fingertips, surrounding and caressing back and forth on the wound.

The wound on Xiao Ziyang's arm has been visible to the naked eye, and the mouth has been closed and scarred. At the end of the day, the blood scab fell off, leaving a faint pink scar.

But he knew that the wound was only superficial. After that, it is necessary to use the purple jade mana to recuperate and recuperate, so that this injured arm can be restored as before.

Xiao Ziyang sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a communication talisman, and told Master Zhang Li what had just happened. Ask him to report to the deacon's hall on his behalf. Ask the deacon of the torture hall to investigate and deal with the matter.

Putting away the communication talisman, Xiao Ziyang closed his eyes and carefully looked inward at his own body.