"Fang Zong is really, he doesn't say a word where he goes, and the people are still worried about him!"

Liu Rumei (jiāo) snorted, the intuition (jiāo) body was a little slimy, very uncomfortable, remembering that there was a clear spring in Fang Zong's Qingyue Valley, so (jiāo) smiled and prepared to take a bath.

Unbeknownst to him, in the advanced practice ground at this time, Fang Zong was in a great crisis.

The power of the thousands of layers of sound waves erupted overwhelmingly towards Fang Zong, almost giving Fang Zong any chance to escape.

The terrible explosion directly set off a mushroom cloud on the grassland, and the terrifying wave of qi continued to wash away, crushing all the wild grass on the ground into a flat ground.

Looking at this terrible explosion, Song Qian's heart was relieved, in such a terrible explosion, Fang Zong should no longer be spared.

This move was a trap specially arranged by Song Qian for Fang Zong'er, he had long known how strange and unpredictable Fang Zong's Taixu Formation was, like a ghost, if he wanted to catch Fang Zong, it might not be easy.

However, if the space around Fang Zong was all blocked, then even if he mastered the Taixu Formation, it would be difficult to escape.

And the explosion of thousands of layers of sound waves, such a terrifying power, even monks in the same realm did not dare to resist, let alone Fang Zong?

"This kid is really difficult, but I finally won!" Song Qian wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Even though he had calculated everything, but when it was really implemented, it still consumed a lot, if it was a battle with a monk of the same realm, Song Qian would naturally not dare to use such a laborious technique, but Fang Zong's speed was too fast, and he could only use this method to restrict Fang Zong's actions.

I have to say that in order to deal with Fang Zong, Song Qian did calculate every step of Fang Zong.

However, just when Song Qian believed that he had finally defeated Fang Zong, the exuberant aura coming from front of him surprised him.

"Hmm, shouldn't he have been beaten to death by this trick?, why hasn't this aura weakened at all?"

When the dense fog cleared, Fang Zong's shadow was finally revealed, only to see Fang Zonghun (shēn) emitting dazzling firelight, but it was the power of pure yang that was constantly emerging from his (shēn) body, constantly repairing the injured places on him.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha...... You guy...... It's really risky!"

Fang Zong gasped and threw several shattered tokens on the ground, but these shēn magic weapons were directly shattered by Fang Cai's terrifying impact.

At the moment when thousands of sound waves erupted, Fang Zong saw that it was too late to cast the Taixu Formation Pattern, and Suo (Xing) released a large amount of pure yang power in the dream world.

His (rou) (shēn) was extremely powerful, but it could not withstand the impact of this terrible explosion, just in an instant, the entire (shēn) body was almost shattered by this terrible explosion, fortunately, Fang Zong released the power of pure yang in advance, and with the help of the large amount of vitality contained in the power of pure yang, his broken (rou) (shēn) quickly healed.

That's it, one side is destroyed by a terrible impact (rou) (shēn), and the other side dies

Use the power of pure yang to constantly repair (rou) (shēn).

Relying on such means, Fang Zong finally survived this terrible impact.

Of course, it was because he had a few shēn weapons on his (shēn) that helped him offset most of the impact, but it also cost him a few shēn magic weapons that could withstand a blow from a monk in the foundation realm.

Song Qian looked at Fang Zong with a shocked face, he really couldn't believe the wind, Fang Zong could still survive under this terrible impact.

What kind of evil is this?

Fang Zong's healing with the power of pure yang quickly returned to his original state, but the consumption of a large amount of pure yang power was destined to make him unable to fight for a long time, and he had to fight quickly.

Thinking of this, Fang Zong's eyes showed a fierce light, and he looked at Song Qian viciously.

Song Gan was shocked in his heart, but he immediately revealed the same hideous god (qing), and said coldly: "Since you are not dead, then I will completely defeat you!"

"Song Gan, this is you (bi) mine!" Fang Zong gritted his teeth, the too void formation flickered under his feet, and Fang Zong quickly dodged the several sound waves, and at the same time, the purple light flashed in his hand, but there was an extra flying sword of Han Mangsi (shè).

This flying sword had just appeared, and immediately there was a terrifying killing intent that shocked the world, and in an instant, it swept through the entire training ground.

Song Qian's intuition was cold, his limbs became a little stiff, he looked at the flying sword in Fang Zong's hand in horror, and asked in disbelief, "Is this ...... What kind of magic weapon is this? Could it be ......" A terrifying thought instantly made Song Qian feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart fell into extreme panic.

Fang Zong grinned and said, "That's right, this is the Heavenly Grade Magic Weapon!" This sword is naturally the divine weapon of the old monster of the Jie Dan Realm Slaughtering Heaven Ancestor thousands of years ago, the Heaven Slaughtering Sword.

This sword contained the terrifying murderous aura of the Slaughtering Heaven Ancestor, and even a monk who built the foundation realm would be affected by this murderous aura, and his actions would become a little sluggish.

"Next, let you see my real strength!"

After saying that, Fang Zong took a deep breath, and in an instant, the aura on (shēn) actually rose to an extremely terrifying level, vaguely, it was on par with Song Qian's momentum, and even vaguely occupied a trace of the upper hand.

Forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, Song Gan gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it's a heavenly magic weapon, I can still defeat you!"

Although he said this, when his gaze fell on the Heaven Slaughtering Sword in Fang Zong's hand, it was still difficult to hide the greed in his eyes, this was a heavenly magic weapon, and it actually fell on a hairy boy like Fang Zong, which really made Song Qian look jealous and resentful.

Why didn't he find a heavenly magic weapon?

At this time, Song Qian also began to use his strongest killing moves.

But seeing that he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the guqin, the guqin immediately shone brightly, emitting a green light, and he and the guqin immediately seemed to merge into a whole, breath

It's also climbing.

"Shenyin!" Song Qian shouted angrily, and his two palms pressed directly on the strings stained with his blood, running the whole (shēn) cultivation, and flicked forward.

Zheng!

I only heard a crisp sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano turned into a long rainbow hundreds of zhang long, like a rainbow, slashing towards the square vertical.

Fang Zong was naturally not to be outdone, and his aura was also getting stronger and stronger, and the more than two thousand cyclones in his body suddenly shrank, but in an instant, he had already emptied the true yuan qi in these two thousand or so cyclones.

At the same time, in the dream world, the hundred-zhang high dream world tree rustled, and a large amount of Shura power poured out, merging into Fang Zong's (shēn) body.

I saw him slowly put on a posture of drawing his sword, and coldly looked at the colorful rainbow sweeping in front of him, but the god (qing) was unprecedentedly calm.

As he made this pose, the surrounding world darkened, but around the square vertical (shēn) body, countless starlight appeared, and the entire practice field seemed to be placed (shēn) in the boundless star field.

Immediately afterward, the stars shifted, and in a moment, countless starlights converged into a ball, and suddenly compressed into a dazzling starlight the size of a thumb.

This starlight looked extremely dazzling, overpowering the light of the sun in the sky and directly drilling into Fang Zong's flying sword.

At this time, the colorful rainbow was already close in front of (shēn), and the next moment it was about to bombard Fang Zong's (shēn), but at this moment, Fang Zong finally moved.

I saw that he slowly drew out his long sword, and he didn't know what was going on, Song Qian actually felt an extremely strong sense of crisis on Fang Zong's (shēn).

"Purple Pole Divine Mang!"

Fang Zong gently spat out four words, and then the flying sword in his hand slashed towards the colorful rainbow in front of (shēn).

On the blade of the sword of Han Mangsi (shè), a little starlight flew out, which was completely disproportionate to the hundreds of zhang of colorful rainbows, and the speed was also amazing, and slowly flew towards the colorful rainbows.

This was the first time that Fang Zong had used the Purple Pole Divine Ray, and it was not the same as when he had used it on the Nine Lotus Platform before.

In the eyes of the two of them, that little bit of starlight collided with the colorful rainbow.

(End of chapter)

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