A sword is coming, and the aura of power is space, and it must be torn apart.

This terrifying power, the speed of the limit, it seems that it is impossible to hide, and it is impossible to catch it, when he is in a dilemma, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his body did not move at all, he reached out and wiped it in the Qiankun bag, took out something that had not been used for many years, and spread it on his hand.

"Ten thousand years of flow, transposition, substitution. ”

"Whew!"

Zhang Fan's voice flowed like a clear spring, and the strange thing was that the sword qi had obviously touched the tip of his nose, but at this moment, as if time had stopped, he let it chant.

Word by word, not in a hurry or slowly, but the voice was raised word by word, and later, like the morning bell and dusk drum, resounded throughout the entire central sword domain.

A round of red said, such as jumping out of the sea, suddenly hanging on the top.

Underneath, an indescribable strange flower seems to have sucked in the sun's brilliance and bloomed in a moment.

"Boom!"

The petals are closed, and the strange sense of time stopping dissipates, I don't know if it is a sense of contrast between extremely slow and extremely fast, or really time acceleration, making up for the stagnation ahead, in short, I can't even see the afterimage in my eyes, and the aura of the sword is already bombarded on the "Ten Thousand Years of Flow"!

In an instant, if the autumn wind is bleak, the rain returns to the autumn frost, the prosperity falls, the flowers in the rain are scattered, and the mud is scattered.

The scattered petals are messy, and the strange dark fragrance is surging, but the only thing is missing, the figure among the petals.

The sword qi exploded violently, with a radius of dozens of zhang, a wolf, which was the path of the sword qi condensed into a heart, and it was also broken, as if the sky was falling, collapsing and falling into the sword pool, and melting the sword qi into the water.

The sword qi that had nowhere to vent, even rising from the clouds, bombarded directly above the sky, as if it had to open a skylight and put in a little chaotic qi in order to extinguish the anger in its heart.

Such a powerful blow fell into the void, and only the petals remained, decorating the devastation.

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

In the sky, the sword warrior angrily questioned with surprise, and it came out from afar, shaking the water of the sword pool, rippling and rippling, as if mocking.

The anger of the sword was completely in his imagination, he used a blow with the power of the sword evil domain, how could it be easy, if there was really no price, he would have swept it away, why should he be forced by Zhang Fan many times, and even the first few blows, in vain, there was a far superior cultivation of the opponent, but he had to be forced to deal with it with grievances.

Now, it was almost a full-strength blow, and it landed in the empty space again, this is his non-human body, otherwise it would be inevitable to be angry.

Even now, Li Piaoping's body can be seen shaking like chaff, and it is obvious that the anger of the sword is exposed.

At this moment, the air outside the hundred zhang suddenly blurred, like a curtain made of pearls, and the misty fluctuations when the curtain was rolled.

Immediately, Zhang Fan's figure re-emerged on the edge of the sword pool, still sitting cross-legged, holding Jiuyao Qi in his hand, and even his posture did not change in the slightest, as if he had not dodged a fatal blow, but just stretched his waist.

But his mood was not so comfortable.

"One less flower!"

Even with his city, he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, full of reluctance.

Ten thousand years of flowing, when it was said that in the cave of the red Daojun, he fought hard to tear his face with everyone, and only got five, when he used one, and now it is another one, adding up, it is two surnames.

A flower that has been flowing for thousands of years, can die once, it can be said that it is a surname, how to make him not heartbroken.

But now is not the time for heartache.

As soon as he appeared, Zhang Fan's actions never stopped, and all the solar golden flames that he had accumulated for a year devoured the fire ** and refined, and all of them were poured into Jiuyao Qi.

Suddenly, the whole world suddenly darkened, and all the brilliance was obscured, and then it became transparent, as if it was suddenly exposed from the dark room to the noon sun, and it was dazzling and dazzling.

Jiuyao said, floating in the sky, incarnating into thousands of people, dyeing everything with a layer of golden light.

Immediately afterward, as if the sky had been opened countless cracks, the golden flames of the sun continued to pour out, and in an instant, it was like the ten days of antiquity across the sky, and the power of burning mountains and boiling seas descended on the central sword domain.

At this time, the value of Fuso branches is truly reflected.

It is the real Ancient Demon Emperor, the three-legged golden crow, who can rest on the Fusang tree, which shows how strong the Fusang Wood is to withstand the golden flame of the sun.

Zhang Fan poured all the sun golden flame into it, but it made Jiuyao Qi say, with a slight shock, he calmed down.

This bearing power alone is not comparable to the magic weapon made of other materials, if it is used as a medium by the Zixiao Sword, this is like a large number of sun golden flames, which have not yet been released, it is enough to melt the sword body.

Not only that, the solar golden flame that erupted through the Fusang Wood was even more pure and powerful, as if it had been tempered.

That kind of power, at this time, Jian Yan felt it personally.

"Ah~"

With a strange scream, without even thinking about it, the sword drove Li Piaoping, who was possessed, to rise from the ground in an instant and fly straight into the sky.

As soon as he left, a continuous stream of flames burst out from the place where he had been standing under his feet, as if there were countless volcanoes, one after the other, erupting one after another.

Although the speed of the sword was extremely fast, as if the sword qi was shooting out, it was still impossible to completely escape from the encirclement of the sun's golden flame, nor could it be impossible to dodge.

In the air, large swaths of golden clouds appeared out of thin air, and every point of cloud gas burned with raging flames, and the golden clouds floated through the air, and the sound of explosions and cracks continued, as if the whole space had been burned out of cracks; the ground, the earth swelled continuously, at first like a mountain, then a hill, and finally like a sword pointing straight at the sky, it broke out endlessly, and the infinite flames sprayed into the sky, which could not be dispersed for a while, condensed into a golden and brilliant lotus flower, blooming with the beauty of destruction。

In the entire Central Sword Domain, at this moment, there was only one color, which was gold, only one sound, which was burning, and only one feeling, which was blazing!

Heaven and earth, as far as the eye can see, the golden halo is all over the place, and the light is also irresistible high temperature and place, and the white sand made of the fragments of the residual sword on the ground has all melted into a piece, spread on the ground, like a floor tile made of silver, reflecting the brilliance of the sky, shining.

This formula, without a name, is just the natural manifestation of the golden flame of the sun, if you insist on a name, it should be called "Qiankun throw!"

Zhang Fan really threw the whole Qiankun into the air.

The supernatural power was released, the spiritual power around the body was exhausted, and all the solar golden flames that had been accumulated so far were forced out, even the three-legged golden black law phase, which could not be supported, and gradually turned into an illusory, hazy, and almost invisible behind him.

At the moment when the golden flame of the sun burned to its fullest extent and burst out with the greatest power, both Zhang Fan and Jian Jie fell into a strange situation.

Life and death are all in an instant, and no one of them can know what the final result will be.

On the ground, next to the sword pool, Zhang Fan couldn't even maintain the momentum of crossing his knees, and sat on the ground, barely holding on to his hands, looking up at the sky.

In the sky, in the sea of fire, the sword sword is rising higher and higher, and it is almost invisible on the ground, and the sword evil qi one after another, combined with the power of the sword evil domain, is constantly resisting the ubiquitous invasion.

"Boom~Boom~"

The continuous roaring sound was like countless thunderous clouds rolling through, hitting each other and exploding, turning into countless thunderbolts and falling down.

Such a terrifying sound was almost inaudible in Zhang Fan's ears, and all his attention was attracted by a person and a sword in the sky.

A sword comes out, the sword qi is like a rainbow, and the golden lotus is broken; a sword is horizontal, and the sword qi is like a wall and a screen, isolating the heaven and the earth; a sword sweeps, invincible, destroying the golden flame, splitting the road of life and death; a sword pierces, piercing the heaven and the earth, ripples, and a figure in the flame clouds; ............ "A sword breaks ten thousand laws!"

"This is a sword to break ten thousand laws!"

Zhang Fan's face was calm, he slowly straightened up, and muttered.

No matter what kind of offensive, the sword's response is always a sword, invincible to blockers, and invincible to all those who break it!

I don't know how long it took, and the figures coming and going in the air gradually slowed down, and the sword qi that penetrated the sky and the earth, and the whistling sound, also seemed a little weak.

The flames spread throughout the entire Central Sword Domain, I don't know when, as if the silence after the eruption of a volcano, slowly converged, that feeling, as if the boundless clouds were converging towards the top of his head, dense and unabated, but from afar, he could see the white of the fish belly in the sky.

Each other, they have reached their limits.

Personally, Zhang Fan's situation is better, but he is a little out of strength, so he is so good at kung fu, and he has recovered a little.

The sword is much more miserable, no matter how much the sword breaks ten thousand laws, there are also places that are difficult to take into account, the possessed Li Piaoping's body is scorched black everywhere, and there are scorch marks of piercing from time to time, that is, on his body sword baby, there are also a few points of light like Venus, but they are forced by the sword qi and cannot spread.

In terms of supernatural powers, but the sword is stronger.

Both sides are exhausted, but Zhang Fan's is an external force, and the speed of weakening is bound to be faster than him, that is to say, at the last moment, I am afraid that he can still have some upper hand.

Zhang Fan also knew this, took a deep breath, and stood up from the ground with a strong support, the wind blew for no reason, and the sleeves of his clothes made a strong sound.

At this time, as the flames subsided, the clouds were lowered, and as soon as they went up and down, the two figures gradually got closer, and they could see each other, each other's contemplative expressions.

Seeing that it was a dragon or a snake, the final blow of life and death, it was about to erupt between the two, and at this moment, the mutation suddenly came alive!

A sword roar, piercing the sky, moving forward, showing the determination of sword cultivation!

- Extinction!

"What is she going to do here?"

(To be continued)