The Sword Dynasty - 673. Chapter 672

The white eagle opened his mouth and spouted another mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with many transparent crystal grains, like gems.

These are his purest true essence crystals, but some of them are actually separated from the blood naturally, following the flow of some heaven and earth vitality, naturally falling on the body of Fang Xiu screen, and then disappearing.

Most people can’t see this picture clearly, but the three armies and some other practitioners in the vast wilderness can perceive it.

These people were horrified, and coupled with their previous performance against the Su Embroidered Screen in the previous battle, this method of “swallowing” the true essence of others for their own use is no different from the monsters in the legend.

However, the breath on Fang Xiu’s curtain was natural and pure, and the sword light even carried that kind of sacred taste.

So these people, even Bai Ying, have a new perception and think of things that are not recorded in the classics.

These experiences and insights cannot directly transform why things, but they are like seeds that fall in the hearts of these practitioners.

In the vast wilderness between the three armies of the Menghou Mansion and the thousand dusty mountains, there are naturally other masters. However, even the three Eagles have not been able to stop the square embroidered curtain, and it does not even seem to make the square embroidered curtain suffer. What hurt, this makes people feel infinitely moved, shocked, and even desperate.

From the beginning of the battle of Changling before Yen Wu ascended the throne, the world of practitioners was relatively calm, but after the Lushan League, the world of practitioners appeared astonishing flashes.

The old monk of Donghu killed the imperial palace, and today the Su embroidery curtain broke the three eagles in an instant, as if entering the realm of no one, once again let the practitioners of the world clearly realize that even among the masters of the seven realms, there is still a huge gap.

Now these desperate practitioners in the wilderness know that nothing can be changed with a shot, and they are unable to stop the advancement of the Fangxiu screen. However, the battles that they have seen with their own eyes, these seeds that fall in the heart, will definitely cause a lot to the world of future practitioners. Big change.

No one will stop, thousands of dusty mountains are in front of you.

Feeling the sword intent in these thousand dusty mountains, Fang Xiu’s eyes showed great respect, and then he plunged into it without hesitation.

In the wasteland, some uncontrollable cries of joy rang out.

These people are friends of the Bashan sword field, or enemies of Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu, but they are either blocked by their opponents, or have no combat power to approach Chenshan. In their opinion, the arrival of Fang Xiumu has been able to Decide the final outcome of this battle.

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Fang Xiumu entered the dust mountain array, his body naturally drew the vitality among the thousands of dust mountains, causing the thousands of dust mountains to have a strange rhythm.

“The Fangxiu screen is here.”

Ding Ning immediately sensed such a wonderful rhythm, and said with emotion to Changsun Qianxue, Tantai Guanjian and others.

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

What greeted the Fangxiu screen was a mysterious and violent sword aura.

This sword aura is like a furious giant, shaking the world in hysterics, tearing apart the sky.

Fang Xiumu didn’t even see the scene in front of him. The corner of the dust mountain in front of him had already broken open. This mysterious and violent sword aura had already sealed all his entrance and retreat like an overwhelming dust storm and swept them all inside. .

Anger itself is a kind of terrible power, it is the soul of this sword aura. However, when he encounters such a terrible sword aura as soon as he enters the battle, Fang Xiuqian does not have the slightest nervousness, because his breakthrough is caused by anger.

A practitioner who is like a stone Buddha is either not angry, but angry, and this anger is rarely heard.

So Fang Xiumu naturally returned a sword.

With this sword, his fury of losing his most beloved brother was thrown out vividly.

With his swing of the sword, the air even burned with golden flames, and there was a loud bang. The sword aura in front of him was unmatched, and it shattered like a cloth being torn by a sharp object.

With an unbelievable loud shout, the practitioner who issued this sword appeared at the bottom of the pit not far in front of the Fang embroidery screen.

The huge pit came from the collision of this sword.

This cultivator is Meng Fangying. There is blood between his lips and teeth. Although he still stands on the bottom of the pit like cast iron, there is the sound of the shock of the storm inside his body.

Meng Fangying, who was hit hard, seemed to have reached his limit, but without stopping, he let out a scream again.

Accompanied by this scream, the sword light in front of him was released, and a smell of new life broke out in his body. The power of this sword light was even stronger than the previous sword.

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

This sword intent not only breaks through the limitations of many of its own meridians, but can also inspire stronger power after being injured. The most important thing is that there are some vital energy flow laws in the sword energy to hinder the strength of the opponent’s vital energy. .

With the generation of his sharp howl and sword light, a stern body appeared in the dust mountain on the left side of the Fang embroidery screen.

This is the old monster in Jiaodong County whose body was cut in half by Ding Ning.

When the remaining true essence in her body spewed out like a gust of wind, she couldn’t suppress her body injuries. Endless blood and even some broken organs splashed out of her body. .

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

This glow is full of a smell of corruption, just like the decadence of years.

Fang Xiumu took a deep breath.

He shoots the sword.

Countless thunders sounded in the dust mountain.

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

A sword light with sacred light lit up in front of him, and then it split into two.

There was a muffled tremor.

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

The square embroidered curtain fell into a pit hundreds of meters away.

There are countless blood lines on his body, and the crimson glow shines through his skin, giving his body a decadent smell.

Meng Fangying sat down at the bottom of the pit. He looked at the hard-wounded square embroidered curtain, and his heart was full of absurdity except for 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, vomiting blood vomiting.

A small trace of sword energy that he could not contain hit his heart at that moment, cutting off one of his main bloodlines.

He couldn’t control the spurt of blood in his body.

He could only vomit blood continuously, uncontrollably, as if he wanted to vomit all the blood in his body.

Scarlet blood was full of pain in his mouth.

Now he understands.

Faced with Fang’s assassination, Fang Xiumu completed his assassination.