Chapter 1144

The billowing smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and a figure flew backward from it, and fell heavily to the ground after crossing a distance of tens of meters.

It seems that because of the excessive impact, the figure bounced back after falling heavily to the ground and shaking a crack. It can be seen that this figure seems to want to control his body, but I don't know why his attempt is just futile, because he soon fell to the ground again. After bouncing down several times, he kept rolling out on the ground and raised a yellow dragon.

At this time, it was nearly 100 meters away from the position where he fell to the ground for the first time.

Until this time, the figure was finally able to regain control of itself and got up from the ground in a panic.

However, when he got up, the figure did not retreat, but quickly raised his arms - at this time, he could finally see clearly that the arms of the figure were still connected with a thin stabbing sword, and the whole body was condensed by the black fog that almost turned into reality.

This is a fog spirit!

He is the commander of the second legion of the dead.

A dark figure broke through the air from the Yellow Dragon like smoke and dust, almost close to the fog spirit. The moment he got up, he had killed him in front of him. If the fog spirit didn't immediately put on a fighting posture at the moment of getting up, I'm afraid he would be hit hard from behind.

Sean looked indifferent. There was no emotion or mood on his face. He just waved his sword right hand.

A sword shines.

But it is not a bright and warm sword, but dark as ink and deep as night.

This sword covered a wide range, directly wrapped Sean, and this black brilliance seemed to have a very strange ability. Any line of sight and light shining on this space were swallowed up, and even the perception and field tentacles of the strong could not be explored.

The red awn in the two pupils of the fog spirit flashed suddenly, showing a frightened emotional atmosphere.

The two thin stabbing swords condensed by black fog stabbed at the opponent are like stabbing into a bottomless abyss. They can't see any results at all. Similarly, the fog spirit could not feel the thick feeling of his double swords stabbing the target - but it was not like the feeling of stabbing the air. If you have to describe it, it was that he seemed to completely lose the touch of his hands at this moment.

"This......" the fog spirit hurriedly wanted to draw back.

But this space did shake suddenly.

It was a visible tremor, as if the barrier that maintained a piece of heaven and earth exceeded the limit of bearing, and finally could no longer support and began to collapse.

Then the fog Spirit gave a cry of horror.

The special field formed by the black sword was completely blown up in an instant. Like broken glass, the broken black space formed countless black cracks about a foot long, and then shot out in all directions.

Among them, the most seriously injured is naturally the fog spirit close at hand.

These black tiny cracks are made of the purest sword Qi. A simple attack of such sword Qi is not very powerful. Even a strong man in the lower holy land can stop it. However, under such a close explosion and dense bombardment, its power can be compared with the full attack of the superior saint. At least it has stronger power than Sean's actual soul cutting.

However, only Sean knew that he actually used all the fighting skills he could use at present.

Including the ability of wasting the field, the ability of unformed space field, and the three different due skills of calming the soul, breaking the soul and cutting the soul. In addition, as a blend of everything, it comes from his own understanding of fencing.

Sean has stepped into the field of swordsman for a long time, but he has never had his own sword skills. In other words, there is no personal sword skill that can match the level of "sword saint". Until today, after many battles and battles, as well as fighting so deeply into the enemy's encirclement, he really found out this move and combined all his sword skills that he could combine and should have.

But unfortunately, this is still only a semi-finished sword skill.

And it's still the kind of sword skill that can't be taught to others, because Sean's sword skill makes use of the double rules of time and space.

With only one sword, the fog spirit has been shot into a hornet's nest. Even if he hasn't died for a while and a half, the destructive power of Sean's sword is also very terrible for him. The place where he was penetrated by the black sword gas can't recover automatically. If you concentrate on observation, you can see that there are still traces of strength belonging to Sean on the edge of these torn holes. It is these traces that prevent the self-healing of fog spirit's body.

Seeing this, Sean frowned slightly: "sure enough, it's still a little short."

Sean's voice was so calm that he could hear it clearly.

But it was because he heard it very clearly that he knew that from the moment the magic array was destroyed, he had become Sean's sword test stone - when any strong man created his own martial arts skills, he needed not only savvy, talent and understanding of his own ability, but also a strong opponent. But the funny thing is that he didn't realize this at all, and even thought he could turn the tables and reverse the situation before.

"Who the hell are you?" The fog Spirit said in some panic.

"It doesn't make any sense to tell you." Sean said faintly, "do you still want revenge?"

"I'm the commander of the second undead army!" The fog spirit roared like a beast, forced his momentum to completely burst out, and finally suppressed the sword fighting spirit left by Sean. His broken body like a rag began to repair itself, but his breath was also attenuated.

At this moment, the strength of the fog spirit has dropped to the level of entering the next Holy Land.

Sean shook his head slightly and said coldly, "I don't care who you are. But I'm really happy to destroy Rick's plan. "

After that, Sean didn't give the fog any chance to speak and think, and stabbed it with a sword.

The black brilliance flashed on the black king sword in Sean's right hand, and a very solid sword spirit burst out suddenly.

This time, the sword awn broke through the air no longer formed an area like the night, but the sword momentum emitted from the sword technique was the same as Sean's countless broken sword Qi like a curtain before. Obviously, this move belongs to the same set of sword skills as the previous move, but it is slightly different in the focus of the attack - Sean made more use of the soul cutting skill in this attack.

Strong sword Qi gushed from Sean's sword, as if the black king's sword had been extended more than twice.

A sword!

More than two-thirds of the body of the fog spirit was directly blasted into a piece of dust, and even the soul bead of the real body had an extremely subtle crack. However, this is still not enough to kill the fog spirit completely, but if we only consider the current battlefield environment, we can see that all the dead under its control and influence on the whole battlefield have become dull and sluggish.

One third of the surviving fog also rushed towards the soul bead at this time, wrapped it up and tried to take it away quickly.

This degree of heavy damage, of course, can greatly damage the strength of the commander of the Second Corps of the dead army, and even can't make waves for a long time. But this is not what Sean wants. He knows very well that as long as the fog spirit doesn't die, he can build a second legion of the same size in a short time with Rick's means.

After all, as long as the war continues, the dead will never lack material.

So, although Sean's face had turned pale at the moment, he didn't give up the idea of pursuing. He took a deep breath, his momentum erupted again, and his face turned a bit abnormal red. This was his forced recovery of combat effectiveness at the cost of overdraft of his own potential, and even borrowed a trace of power belonging to the origin of the world.

This is a secret skill unique to the son of plane!

The next moment, Sean caught up with the running soul bead again and cut it with a sword without hesitation!

Obviously, it was just an ordinary sword, but the soul bead seemed to be bound and limited by some law, and was fixed in mid air. In his current situation, it was impossible to counterattack or block and resist Sean's attack, so he didn't hesitate to use the last mist of death as kinetic energy to escape, but he didn't expect to face such a terrible side.

The sword fell.

The fog dispersed.

Broken beads.

In front of Sean's sword, it seems that nothing in the world can resist, and all the things in front of Sean will only end up smashed.

This is Sean's third sword!

However, for Sean at this time, the consumption of this sword was much greater than his first two swords.

When the black king chopped the soul beads of the fog spirit, Sean had completely collapsed, and he didn't even have the power to hold the sword. However, when the sword tip touched the ground lightly, the whole ground seemed to have been impacted by some terrible force. Taking the place where the sword tip touched the ground as the core, the ground within a radius of 100 meters directly collapsed several meters deep, and the collapsed place was directly transformed into a powder finer than sand particles.

……

At high altitude, Andrew, Beth, NKOS and Hagrid witnessed Sean's three battles since he entered the province.

From the beginning to the end, they were watching Sean, but unlike in the past, this time they were watching as bystanders and did not intervene.

Until now, after Sean killed the head of the second legion of the dead army under Rick with one man's strength, Andrew gently exhaled, and his face was still a little excited: "this growth rate is not slower than any of us The old guy Rick will regret provoking this little guy. "

"No matter how fast he grows, his foundation is still unstable." Hercules said faintly, "if he was not concerned and favored by the will of the world, and kokirei and Alexis were on his side, he would not have the ability to challenge Rick at all. Not to mention, the big and small Lucas also came to this world. "

Andrew shrugged noncommittally: "but you can't deny his talent and ability Tut, this last sword has some of your world-class power? "

The last sentence, Andrew said to Beth.

As the sword emperor, Beth's swordsmanship is naturally extraordinary and holy. It can even be said that he is already at the peak limit of the dimensional law. Therefore, the self-created sword technique can not be as simple as the seven forms of soul taught to Sean. In other words, the seven forms of soul is just the most ordinary set of swordsmanship among his many sword skills, followed by the seven forms of time, the seven forms of season and the strongest seven forms of the world.

Hearing Andrew's question, Beth also looked very dignified: "there's a bit of a taste of trial The first move was full of sword Qi, much like the fourth of my seven moves. After dawn, the second sword was a bit like the fifth of my seven moves. Sigh later, this last sword should not be perfect. If it is completely perfect, it is possible to surpass the trial and reach the level of the fourth type of judgment in our world His swordsmanship is not below me. "

NKOS whistled. It was the first time he had heard bass speak so highly of Sean.

Compared with enkos's obvious exclamation, Andrew was much more excited: "Hey, what are you going to do? Teach him the world? "

"No." Beth shook his head. "I was going to teach him the last three of the soul seven, but now I won't teach him any sword skills. Because it's not helping him, but hurting him He is walking out of his own path of swordsmanship. At this time, I teach him swordsmanship, which will only limit his growth space. But I will give him some of my personal experience, which can at least help him avoid some detours. "

"Your worldly style is to establish the strength benchmark of those in power. At least it needs the class of super strong to display it." Hercules said in a deep voice, "he can now exert the power of judgment similar to the third type in your world, mostly because he can borrow the original power of the world, but also because he already has the body of silver As the son of the plane, if he can get the golden body, step into the realm of legend and have two hearts, maybe his third sword can be used normally without side effects. "

In terms of martial arts, Hercules is a well deserved authority.

After all, he just gave a few random instructions, which led to a Wu Emperor who could be compared with Beth's identity as the sword emperor.

Therefore, Beth naturally kept in mind the seemingly nonsense but actually reminded content of Hagrid's words, and was ready to talk to Sean later. Because it is absolutely impossible to rely on only one heart as the source of strength to become a legendary strong man, so as long as Sean can set foot in the field of legend, he will have two hearts and his physical quality will be strengthened.

The only real trouble is the golden body.

No one knows the reason for this all-round improvement of physical quality. Even Beth and others don't know it, so naturally they can't explain it. They can only tell Sean such a direction, and then let him continue to grow and move forward. As for the others, even if they want to help, they can't help, because not to mention that they don't know much about the ascension of the golden body, but that they have promised gipriel, they can't break it.

After all, the son of the former plane still has a strong influence on today's plane.

"All right, let's go down." Andrew opened his mouth to make a conclusion. "Rick must know that his men are dead. Now the little guy is in a coma. I can't let him die in front of me anyway. Anyway, we just promised Gypsy not to help him, but there was no rule that we would watch him die. "