The white eagle opened his mouth and squirted another mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with many transparent grains, like gemstones.

These were his purest True Yuan crystals, but some of them were actually separated from the blood, following the flow of some Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, naturally falling on Fang Xiumu's body, and then disappearing.

Most people couldn't see such a picture clearly, but the three armies and some other cultivators in the vast wilderness could perceive it.

These people were terrified, coupled with Su Xiumu's performance in the previous battle, this method of "devouring" other people's true elements for their own use was no different from the legendary monsters.

However, the aura on Fang Xiumu's body was natural and pure, and there was even that divine taste in the sword light.

So these people, even the White Eagle, have a new kind of understanding, and they think of some things that are not recorded in the classics.

These experiences and perceptions cannot be directly transformed into anything, but they are like seeds that fall into the hearts of these practitioners.

In the vast wilderness between the three armies of the Menghou Mansion and the Thousand Dust Mountains, there were naturally other grandmasters, but even the three eagles joined forces to stop Fang Xiumu, and it didn't even seem to have caused Fang Xiumu any injuries, which made people infinitely emotional and shocked, and even desperate.

Since the Battle of Changling before Yuanwu ascended the throne in the past, the world of cultivators has been relatively peaceful, but since the Lushan Alliance, there has been an amazing flash of light in the world of cultivators.

The killing of the old monk of Donghu in the palace, to this day, Su Xiu Curtain instantly broke the three eagles, as if entering a no-man's land, once again made the cultivators of the world clearly realize that even between the grandmasters of the Seven Realms, there is still a huge gap.

Now these desperate cultivators in the wilderness know that they can't change anything, and they are powerless to stop Fang Xiumu from moving forward, but these battles they have seen with their own eyes, these seeds that have fallen in their hearts, will definitely cause great changes to the world of cultivators in the future.

No one can stop it, and a thousand dust mountains are in front of you.

Feeling the sword intent in these thousands of dust mountains, Fang Xiumu's eyes gave birth to great respect, and then he threw himself into it without hesitation.

There were some irrepressible cries of joy in the wasteland.

These people are friends of the Bashan Sword Field, or enemies of Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve, but they are either blocked by their opponents, or they have no combat strength to approach the dust mountain, in their opinion, the arrival of Fang Xiumu can already determine the final victory or defeat of this battle.

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Fang Xiumu entered the dust mountain magic circle, and the qi on his body naturally pulled the vitality in the thousands of dust mountains, causing the thousand dust mountains to have a strange rhythm.

"Fang Xiumu has arrived. ”

Ding Ning immediately sensed such a wonderful rhythm, and said with emotion to the eldest grandson Qianxue and Shantai Guanjian and others.

At the same time, the enemies in this circle also knew about the arrival of the Fang Xiu Curtain.

Fang Xiumu was greeted by a mysterious and violent sword aura.

This sword qi was like a furious giant, shaking the heavens and the earth in hysteria, tearing through the sky.

Fang Xiumu didn't even see the scene in front of him clearly, the corner of the dust mountain in front of him had already broken open, and this mysterious and violent sword qi had already sealed all his paths and retreats like an overwhelming dust storm, all of which were swept away.

Anger itself is a terrifying power, it is the soul of this sword qi, but as soon as he enters the formation, he encounters such a terrifying sword qi, Fang Xiumu does not have the slightest nervousness, because his breakthrough is due to anger.

A practitioner like a stone Buddha either does not get angry or wants to be angry, and this anger is rarely heard.

So Fang Xiumu naturally returned a sword.

With this sword, he threw out the fury of the loss of his most beloved brother.

With a swing of his sword, a golden flame even burned in the air, and with a loud bang, the sword qi in front of him was incomparable, tearing apart like a cloth being torn by a sharp weapon.

With an incredulous shout, the cultivator who had issued the sword appeared at the bottom of the pit not far in front of the Fang Xiu Curtain.

The crater came from the impact of the sword.

This cultivator was Meng Fangying, his lips and teeth were covered with blood, although he was still standing at the bottom of the pit like an iron cast, but there was a terrifying sound of shocking waves in his body.

Even Meng Fangying, who had been hit hard, seemed to have reached his limit, but without any stopping, he let out a sharp roar again.

With this roar, the sword light in front of him burst out, and a new taste of breaking the cocoon was born in his body, and the power of this sword light was even stronger than the previous sword.

This sword is the first of the seven peerless swords of Menghou Mansion, breaking the cocoon.

This sword intent not only breaks through the limitations of many of its own meridians, but also stimulates stronger power after being injured, and the most important thing is that the sword qi also has the power to break some vitality flow laws and block the opponent's vitality condensation.

With his roar and the generation of sword light, a terrible remnant appeared in the dust mountain on the left side of the Fang Xiu Curtain.

This is the old monster in Jiaodong County who was beheaded by Ding Ning.

When the remnants of True Yuan in her body gushed out like a storm, she could not suppress the injuries in her body, and endless blood and even some broken organs splattered out of her body.

The last power that burst out of her body pulled the vitality in the circle, and finally turned into a crimson glow.

This glow is filled with a smell of corruption, like the decay of years.

Fang Xiumu took a deep breath.

He drew his sword.

Countless thunders rang out in the dust mountains.

The thunder did not spread outward, but towards his body.

A sword light with a divine light lit up in front of him, and then split in two.

There was a muffled tremor.

The remnants of the old monster of Jiaodong County shook into countless fragments, like many bright petals flying in the dust.

Fang Xiumu fell into a pit hundreds of zhang away.

There were countless lines of blood on his body, and the crimson glow shone through his skin, giving his body a smell of decay.

Meng Fangying sat down at the bottom of the pit, he looked at the hard-hit Fang Xiu Curtain, and his heart was full of ridiculous feelings except shock.

At this moment, he couldn't understand why Fang Xiumu dared to take such a joint blow from him and Zheng An.

Then he began to vomit blood, in large gulps.

A small, uncontrollable sword aura struck his heart at that moment just now, cutting off one of his main bloodlines.

He couldn't control the gushing of blood from his body.

He only kept vomiting blood, uncontrollably, as if he was going to vomit all the blood in his body.

The blood of the scarlet fever was bitter in the mouth.

Now he understood.

In the face of Fang Cai's assassination, Fang Xiumu completed the assassination of him.