The two huge sharp claws of the Qingyun Eagle began to swing wildly, trying to escape the damage of the Meteoric Sword. It was not afraid of the strangulation of the void wind blade, and opened its mouth to spit out sword lights, which were extremely sharp.
This is the native martial skill of the Qingyun Diao clan. It is the legendary Qingyun Thirty-Six Swords, also called Qingyun Sword. It is extremely terrifying. It is a sword made of condensed true energy to kill the opponent, making it impossible to defend against it.
However, Fang Qing struggled with his internal organs, was severely injured by the huge force, and vomited blood, and then made a great move with his sword. How could he get rid of it?
He turned his head desperately, avoiding the strangulation of the Qingyun Sword one after another. However, this Qingyun Sword was, after all, the Qingyun Diao's natal sword energy. It was extremely powerful, and the sword energy was no less than his Four Seasons Reincarnation sword energy.
More than a dozen sharp and terrifying sword energy still cut through his body. Even the one at the peak of the middle stage of the Vajra Realm was not enough to see. Immediately, the blood blurred, revealing the dense white bones, and the pain was excruciating.
Fang Qing was furious, even if you cut off the young master, even if the young master risked serious damage, he would not pull out the meteor sword and suck you dry, you beast, and make your soul fly away!
After Fang Qing became violent, the power hidden in his body was faintly touched. His strength continued to grow, and the power in his right hand was enough to break high-grade mortal weapons.
Therefore, not only was the Qingyun Diao unable to escape from the Meteoric Sword, but it actually made Fang Qing's eyes turn red. At the critical moment of life and death, he burst out with the ultimate power of the Chaos Immortal Spirit Body.
An unparalleled terrifying force burst out from his right hand, directly piercing the sharp Meteoric Sword into the depths of Qingyun Diao's left leg again, and the entire sword was engulfed in it.
His left hand unconsciously performed a half-step fist, Shigu Zhenmo did not know how many times he performed it. The Qingyun Diao's wings were blurred with blood, more than a dozen bones were broken, and it had lost its fighting power.
The divine consciousness was running wildly through the Star Refining Technique, and the soul-locking arrow reappeared instantly. A small silver-white arrow the size of a pinky finger sank into the Qingyun Diao's brow again, strangling its remaining spiritual consciousness.
When Fang Qing was about to be unable to bear the internal injuries, the huge body of the Qingyun Diao fell into the real world, and Fang Qing also fell to the messy and hard ground. The blood in his mouth flowed out as if lifeless. His internal injuries were too serious. .
The Qingyun Eagle's crazy resistance also caused huge damage to Fang Qing. After all, it was a fourth-level high-level monster with an extremely powerful body and much greater power than Fang Qing. Therefore, the counterattack force Fang Qing received was too great and unparalleled.
After landing, Fang Qing had no time to recover from his injuries, so he struggled to activate his spiritual consciousness to cover the unconscious Qingyun Eagle. It was not completely dead, but its consciousness was severely damaged and fell into a deep coma.
"Little ancestor, my subordinates will stay!"
Deep in the sea of consciousness, in the cage of colorful chaos, Niu Shangtian finally couldn't help but ask, asking Fang Qingrao for Qingyun Diao's life, which would be regarded as taking care of his descendants. He couldn't just watch Fang Qing kill him. Qingyun sculpture.
"Hmph! Old thing!"
Fang Qing endured the severe pain and struggled to activate his spiritual consciousness. With a thought, the huge body of the Qingyun Eagle disappeared from the spot. Fang Qing imprisoned it and put it into the top-quality void stone.
At this moment, after Fang Qing defeated the Qingyun Eagle, the Chaos Immortal Spirit Orb released its control over the top-grade Void Stone and Niu Shangtian.
Because the current situation is extremely dangerous, Fang Qing has lost his fighting power and needs to recover with all his strength, otherwise, a second-level monster will kill him.
With a thought in his mind, Fang Qing's extremely exhausted body disappeared instantly, which was extremely strange and inexplicable.
Just a quarter of an hour after Fang Qing disappeared, the shadows of several masters appeared. They were attracted by the huge noise caused by the battle between Fang Qing and the Qingyun Eagle. Things are often such a coincidence.
"Just now, I was two hundred miles away. I clearly sensed that there were terrible power fluctuations here? There was a demonic energy remaining, and there was also a powerful sword intention that lingered for a long time. Why did it suddenly disappear now?"
An old man wearing black robes and holding a black sword in his hand, he seemed to be the leader of these people. At this moment, he was looking around, his tyrannical consciousness came out of his body, scanning the messy ancient forest. No matter how small or small, no detail is spared.
"Brother Tong is right. The power that shatters the void should be a monk on the eighth level of the Void Realm, fighting against a fourth-level high-level or even a peak monster. Also, the fluctuations of the sword intention left here are extremely special. , Extremely fierce!"
Next to the old man in black robes, an old man in white robes held a long sword and spoke. His cultivation aura was extremely sharp. He was obviously a sword cultivator. His eyes were as sharp as swords, but he had a majestic and extraordinary bearing. He quickly glanced at All around.
"Master, what level has this sword intention reached? How is it compared to Ling Po Feng?"
Beside the white-robed old man, a master of the third level of the martial arts realm asked. This man had a young face and carried a long sword. Judging from his age, he should be less than a hundred years old, but he already had the cultivation of the third level of the martial arts realm. Definitely a genius among geniuses.
And the master he spoke of was the old man in white robes. His cultivation realm was even more unfathomable. He was as vast as a sea of smoke, transcending heaven and earth. His righteousness was awe-inspiring and inviolable. His cultivation aura was restrained by him so that there was no leakage.
He is definitely a high-level monk in the transcendent realm, and even stronger. As for what realm he has reached, it is unknown.
"Ling Po Feng? How can his mere half-step peak sword intent compare with this sword intent? The two cannot be compared at all. This sword intent should not be lower than the first level of peak sword intent, or even stronger. "
"My teacher cannot deduce his specific rank, but he is definitely a master among swordsman masters. There is no doubt about this. With his sword intent, he ascended to the sky one step at a time, breaking through the prison locks and reaching the ninth heaven! I, Zhao Dongliu, still have a long way to go. It’s a long distance!”
The white-robed old man Zhao Dongliu's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He felt the remaining sword intent and showed respect in his eyes. It was a high respect for the senior swordsman masters. He did not hide it at all. This was a sword cultivator who was obsessed with swords to a certain extent. .
"Double black and white swords? Dual black and white swords? Brother Zhao, for thousands of years, the dual swords of black and white have not been seen in the world for a long time. I didn't expect that now, there are endless masters in the Dongwu domain, and they have actually reached the point of being so powerful now?"
The old man surnamed Tong in black robe stroked the black long sword in his hand and murmured to himself. In his eyes, there was a terrifying scene of the sword energy stretching across the nine heavens and the sword intent tearing through the void thousands of miles away. His strength is definitely far more than ten times that of the Qingyun Diao. .
"The Dongwu Territory is vast, with a radius of 200,000 kilometers. Even if the masters of that family cannot come out, there are still countless masters hidden. We have not been on the land of the Dongwu Territory for a long time, and we are a bit like sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"
The white-robed old man Zhao Dongliu sighed, his eyes as sharp as a sword, looking at the boundless mountains, with a terrible fighting spirit in his eyes, like a sky-piercing divine sword coming to this world, the sword energy spread across the heaven and earth, cutting through thousands of miles of blue sky!
After the white-robed old man Zhao Dongliu came over, several young people were shocked. They felt Zhao Dongliu's terrifying fighting spirit, which made their blood boil.
They knew very well how lucky they were to follow the two masters to the Lingyun Dynasty this time, and they would definitely gain huge rewards.
"Forget it, let's ignore this matter for now. The Divine Sword will always be born. Now that we know the existence of such a master, he must be hidden in Kaitai City. For the current plan, we still need to take care of him. From the Lingyun Dynasty."
The black-robed old man surnamed Tong spoke, and instantly put away the black sword in his hand. He looked at Kaitai City where the demonic aura was soaring into the sky. Murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Monsters slaughtered human monks. This was a serious crime and death was not a pity.
"And the Batian Dynasty is so ambitious. What are their intentions? Do you really think we don't know about it? It's simply damnable. Gu Yulong ignored the life and death of the human monks. That's enough for him to die!"
Zhao Dongliu looked at Kaitai City, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away. He had always killed such monks who ignored human life without mercy.
After hearing what Zhao Dongliu said, the black-robed old man surnamed Tong frowned slightly and sighed: "Brother Zhao, you don't know the reason why the Tyrant Dynasty did this. Without the support of the Tyrant Fist Sect behind them, they are just a dynasty. How dare you risk the disapproval of the world?"
"Our sect adheres to its purpose, but the higher-ups have always ignored it. The Tyrant Fist Sect interferes in secular affairs. If this causes a fight between the two sects, you and I cannot bear it!"
The old man surnamed Tong sighed. He was extremely helpless in his heart. Those old people had nothing to seek, were independent of the world, and looked at the world with a detached mentality. What could they do?
Zhao Dongliu was upright, without rubbing the sand in his eyes, and said coldly: "Jiang Shui, over the past thousand years, the Tyrant Fist Sect's ambition has often targeted our sect. The conflict outside the Dragon Roar Abyss is the best example. You You are also one of the witnesses, can you bear it?"
The black-robed old man Tong Jiangshui was very depressed and looked at Zhao Dongliu speechlessly. After all these years, this old guy still has a stupid mentality. Didn't you fucking kill an old guy from the Tyrant Fist Sect? Not angry enough? Doesn't it have to be a fight between two people?
"You old thing, you just want to see what I do. Why don't you teach me about the overall situation and the peace of Dongwu Territory? I don't want to listen to your nagging. Let's go to Kaitai City."
Seeing Tong Jiangshui looking at him speechlessly, Zhao Dongliu hurriedly stopped what he was about to say. Zhao Dongliu had heard his next words so many times that his ears felt calluses.
The six martial arts disciples of the two of them all acted as if they were accustomed to it. They looked at their eyes, nose and mind, pretending that they heard nothing and saw nothing, and then followed the two old men to Kaitai City. After a breath, it disappeared.
At this moment, this deep mountain ancient forest was completely silent, not even the chirping and roaring of birds and beasts. Most of them were scared away by Fang Qing and the Qingyun Eagle first.
Just now, two extremely powerful auras scared away the remaining ones. The terrifying auras they left behind were enough to frighten the third-level monsters, making them dare not take a step closer!
In the void, a black stone the size of a fist is completely integrated with the void of heaven and earth. They are indistinguishable from each other. The majestic laws and orders of space are intertwined. Ninety-nine percent of the monks in Fengyun Realm cannot detect the slightest bit. This is the power of the best void stone. , extremely extraordinary.
In the void stone space, Fang Qing was lying on the black ground, very close to the Huang-level low-level spirit gathering array. He was vomiting blood in his mouth. He was extremely tired and his face was extremely pale. He took out a Xuan-level elixir with difficulty and stuffed it in. Mouth, close your eyes and adjust your breath.
The Huang-level top-level skill, True Yang Jue, began to operate. This skill had been understood to its extreme by him, and he exerted the ultimate power of the Huang-level skill, but it was still not enough to support Fang Qing's current cultivation power and true essence. The circulation speed is too slow, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is even more unsuitable for Fang Qing.
In the void stone space, strands of spiritual energy were absorbed into Fang Qing's body, and combined with Xuan-level elixirs, he began to repair the damaged internal organs. Although he made an opportunistic sneak attack in this battle, he had to say, If he were to fight Qingyun Diao head-on with real swords and guns, he would still be far behind.
Niu Shangtian, who was deep in the sea of consciousness, looked seriously at Fang Qing, who was healing with his eyes closed. He was estimating the limit of Fang Qing's combat power, and wanted to know what Fang Qing's true combat power was now. At this stage, he can also make plans for his next training.
However, no matter how much Niu Shangtian thought and analyzed, it was impossible to know the origin of his physique for the time being. Although he was extremely curious about the matter, Fang Qing never said a word, and he did not take the initiative to ask.
According to his experience, he could not tell what kind of special physique Fang Qing had. He verified all the recorded special physiques that had appeared in Fengyun Realm for hundreds of thousands of years.
After a long, long time, Niu Shangtian vaguely guessed that in the legend, there was a name with a special physique, but it was not comprehensive enough.
