Chapter 397

"Black, black ink, unexpectedly, you, you..."

Before he had finished this sentence, the sword Qi burst out in his body and directly destroyed all his internal organs. His eyes rolled and stared, making a roar when the beast was dying, and then fell to the ground!

But at the moment of falling, his eyes were fixed on black ink.

Even the master of Tianhe, the martial saint, can't bear the sword spirit. The other five people, let alone.

Black ink's sneak attack shocked them, which was unexpected.

In addition, their mind at that time was completely on Zhao Fang. It never occurred to them that this obedient sixth martial brother would betray himself.

So.

The five had almost no defense. When they were pierced, they snorted miserably and fell to the ground and died!

The Tianhe disciples left at the scene were stunned.

What happened in front of them was a heavy knife in their fragile and almost collapsed spiritual defense line that had been destroyed.

This knife directly led to the collapse of their whole person.

"Impossible, impossible, how could this happen? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, ah ~ ~"

While holding their heads and Howling miserably, they rushed into the mountains like homeless animals.

"Black ink, have you seen your master!"

After the six people with the blade, black ink couldn't see any joy on his face, and respectfully shouted to Zhao Fang.

"HMM. well done." Zhao Fang nodded.

Gu Shun and others looked at Zhao Fang from time to time, and at the black ink not far away, showing a strange color.

"Fang'er, when did you accept this man?" Zhao Zhengfeng was quite curious.

"Grandpa, do you remember the occasion of the clan meeting?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengfeng immediately remembered.

After the clan meeting, black ink investigated the Zhao family for Zhao Yuanzong's death.

In order to get rid of his responsibility and please Tianhe sword sect, the head of Zhao family handed over Zhao Zhengfeng and other members of Yishui family to Heimo and asked him to take them back to Tianhe sword sect for disposal.

At the right time, Zhao Fang appeared.

He angrily killed the head of the Zhao family and captured Heimo.

He thought that black ink was dead, but he never imagined that black ink was not only alive but also the eyelid of Zhao's sword.

If it had been the past, he would have been shocked.

It's a glorious thing to accept Emperor Wu as a servant.

However, the various on the greedy wolf warship have shocked Zhao Zhengfeng's heart.

Compared with this, the surrender of black ink only surprised Zhao Zhengfeng.

With the death of Tianhe's ancestors and the remaining five swords, the dying struggle of Tianhe sword sect was completely broken.

The Tenglong Legion is still chasing the runaway Tianhe disciples and Tianhe middle-level experts.

Zhao Fang doesn't care about these.

Instead, he looked at Heimo: "take the treasure house of Tianhe sword sect, and then leave with me."

"Yes!"

Black ink didn't resist at all. Now he has seen that six months ago, he still needed to play tricks to make himself surrender.

Now, it has become an existence that makes you look up to.

Not to mention his own combat effectiveness, the combat effectiveness gathered around him has already made him tremble.

At this moment, his mind suddenly changed: it doesn't seem too bad to be his slave.

When black ink left to collect the treasure.

Zhao Fang looked at the seven swords in his hand.

"Ding!"

"Check the combined equipment, Tianhe seven swords, with a total price of 100 million. Do you want to exchange it?"

If it had been before, Zhao Fang must have not hesitated to exchange all the seven swords into supreme coins.

But after seeing the power of the incomplete seven star sword array, he hesitated slightly.

Only with the six incomplete swords, a one star martial saint can have the combat effectiveness comparable to the Seven Star martial saint in a short time. Such an improvement can be called against the sky!

Even Zhao Fang was palpitating.

However, he knows better that there is no free lunch in this world.

Although Zhuo Yihang has strong combat effectiveness in the short term, his own strength is too weak. This strong combat strength not only failed to help him resist the enemy, but has become the bane of his rapid destruction.

He died in Zhao Fang's hands, but more accurately, he also died in his own hands.

"Well, forget it. There are too many side effects. Every time you use it, it's equivalent to the person who bears the seven swords. It's not as good as a heaven level martial art."

After a little hesitation, Zhao Fang exchanged the Tianhe seven swords.

After the system takes out one tenth.

The more than 770 million supreme coins in his account suddenly soared to more than 860 million.

Seeing the long string of numbers, Zhao Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile poured out of his eyes.

This is not just a simple number, but represents a variety of powerful martial arts, weapons, pills, and even special props.

For Zhao Fang, the supreme coin is everything!

"Is it time to exchange some means to improve strength?" Zhao Fang's eyes flashed.

Soon, the black light turned into black ink rushed out of Tianhe sword school, landed in the void in front of Zhao Fang, and raised his hands respectfully.

On it, there are three storage rings.

However, compared with the 20 storage rings provided by qiape mountain, the three in front of us are inferior in both quality and size.

Zhao Fang glanced and saw that the three storage rings together were at most equivalent to the previous one and a half, which was still said in a big way.

As for the treasures in it, they can't be compared.

Simply.

Zhao Fang did not have much hope for this treasure house.

When it was put away, Ming Jin withdrew his troops and was ready to leave.

The Tenglong Legion slowly returned to the big ship, and Chu canghao, covered with blood, also came back. He was seriously injured, but his eyes twinkled with the excitement of revenge.

The old man burst into tears as he laughed up to the sky.

……

The far north cold region of the flaming country.

There is a valley that has been cold for years.

This valley is the base of Mo nationality in the wasteland.

For some reason, the valley was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

It made the originally gloomy valley feel a little more sinister and strange.

Now.

In the deepest part of the valley, there are two caves.

The two strongest ancestors of Mo nationality are entrenched respectively.

Mo Zong, Mo Dao!

I don't know how long later, Mo Zong opened his eyes and a flash of light burst out in his eyes. He slightly clenched his fist and felt the majestic real power of the roaring mountains and rivers in his body. He couldn't help laughing, "Although the blood essence of the elite disciples of all nationalities in the country of Lieyang is slightly inferior to the spirit beast, it is easier to absorb and refine than the spirit beast's blood essence after the deployment and re integration of our Mo family's secret method. Only after refining six layers, I have achieved the position of one star martial saint. If I can't step into the two star martial saint, it must be not much worse."

Mo Zong smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"It's a pity that Mo Chi went to kill the boy, but there was no trace. The boss and I calculated many times, and we all felt frightened. It seems that Mo Chi must be more or less dangerous!" Mo Zongmu looked into the distance, with a cold intention of killing in his eyes, "Zhao family in the flaming flame country? Let you be rampant for another period of time. When we completely refine this blood essence and come out of the Mountain Gate with my eldest brother, it will be the time for our Mo family to dominate the world and be powerful in all directions!"

But just then——

"Boom!"

There was an earth shaking noise. While the shaking Valley shook violently, there was an extremely overbearing and cold voice: "the dog bastards of Mo nationality, come out to pick up the guests. Grandpa Zhao Fang, come and kill you!"