Chapter 2272

"Here you are!"

A cold but excited voice came fiercely from behind Zhao Fang.

When he looked back, the first thing he saw was a purple sword that was constantly magnified in front of his eyes.

As like as two peas in my hands?

This is Zhao Fang's first feeling.

Subconsciously lift your arm.

When!

The purple sword in his hand shook the chopping blade.

Boom!

A powerful impact came from the intersection of the two swords. Sheng Sheng lifted Zhao Fang for tens of feet.

After falling steadily, he could see his attacker clearly.

Kun yuan!

"Huh?"

Zhao Fang frowned slightly.

At this moment, Kun yuan is no longer the soul form of consciousness when he just entered the ninth floor, but has a real flesh body.

"The mother Qi tripod also has the function of reshaping the flesh?" Zhao Fang was surprised.

Kun yuan stared at the purple sword in Zhao Fang's hand. His face was a little ugly. "Have you also been recognized by senior Bauhinia?"

"What elder Bauhinia?"

Zhao Fang doesn't understand what Kun yuan is talking about.

"Hum, you don't know. You lucky boy, your luck is over. Now, die for me!"

Kun yuan had no desire to explain, so he waved his sword directly.

Zhao Fang was infected by Kunyuan's killing intention. His eyes were red and roared, "you're not qualified to kill me!"

Waving the purple sword, they fought together.

Boom ~

The cave broke and collapsed in the hands of the two people, and countless gravel fell, just like the autumn wind blowing a big tree and blowing down countless leaves.

Zhao Fang didn't care about this.

Kunyuan didn't care.

They were like crazy, trying to release their inner killing intention and tyranny.

Gradually, Zhao fangxiu was promoted to Huashen jiuzhong by Zijian. Even the battle site was changed to a desert.

In the desert, countless buildings were buried by yellow sand. The aftermath of their fight broke one building after another.

final.

Zhao Fang was at a disadvantage and was suppressed by Kun yuan. His sword wounds increased and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Ha ha, with your milk and smelly hair boy, how dare you fight with me?"

Kun yuan seemed to have a winning ticket and laughed proudly.

I don't know whether it's because of injury or other reasons. The red mans in Zhao Fang's eyes are slowly disappearing. What also subsides is his strength.

Conghua God's peak, kept falling, and in a moment's effort, he fell back to the baby to become nine heavy.

What's worse, Kun yuan seems to have gained the power of Zhao Fang's fall. The more his cultivation is, the more horizontal he is, and there is a faint sense of detachment from God.

"Fight with me. You're still young. Go to hell!"

Kun yuan laughed ferociously, and the killing intention on his face was also accumulated to the extreme. The whole person was like a beast and rushed to Zhao Fang's body in an instant.

The wind is roaring.

Sand in fog.

People are roaring.

The sword is roaring.

Zhao Fang's endless killing intention enveloped him. He could not retreat. He could only watch the inevitable blow approaching.

Zhao Fang closed his eyes.

It's not life, but too tired.

The purple sword gave him great strength and deprived him of a lot of physical strength. Just now he was at the peak and couldn't feel it. Now the strength is passing, the disadvantages are obvious, and he is extremely weak. It has become an extravagant hope to flick his fingers.

Eyelid subconscious closure.

When consciousness was immersed in darkness, Zhao Fang was in the depths of the sea of consciousness and saw another one, Zhao Fang!

Zhao Fang, calm and confident, even looked at him calmly.

instant.

Zhao Fang seems to have realized it.

Suddenly opened his eyes, at that moment, the whole time and space seemed to stagnate, and everything became extremely slow in his eyes.

Including the sword Kun yuan was stabbing at him.

Zhao Fang held the sword, strangely shook the sword of Kun yuan, and then held it flat and stabbed it straight.

Kun yuan disdained to smile and waved his sword to resist.

Pooh!

The long sword pierced into Kun yuan's heart. Kun yuan's smile stiffened and slowly bowed his head. He couldn't believe it.

"How could this happen?"

His voice was trembling, not fear, but anger to the extreme.

He doesn't understand. With his current strength, looking at the mountains and seas, who can stop it?

How could it be defeated by a younger generation? This is simply impossible.

"You rely too much on the sword in your hand!" Zhao Fang said calmly.

"This is the sword left by the elder Zijing. If you inherit the power in the sword, you can dominate the mountain and sea." Kun yuan roared like a wild beast that can't be refuted.

"I don't know who Bauhinia is, and I don't care why he wants to do such good things that Lei Feng can do. However, don't you think it's too easy to get this power?"

"Shut up, I've been practicing for many years. I've had more experience in practice than you've had in ten lives. I'll get your advice? Die for me!"

Kun yuan roared and fought his sword.

But soon, his face showed panic, as if he had encountered great terror, and shouted, "my strength, my strength, don't leave me..."

He tried to grasp himself and wanted to keep the fleeting power, but no matter how hard he tried, all this was useless.

final.

His realm fell, more thorough than Zhao Fang, and he directly returned to the original shape. He didn't even build a foundation.

"Is it because he just came to consciousness and didn't have the level of cultivation?"

Zhao Fang thought about it. It seems that this is the only explanation.

"What have you done to me?" Kun yuan glared at Zhao Fang, as if he had killed his father and enemy.

Zhao Fang shook his head and looked at Kun yuan with some pity. "As a generation of great friars, can't you even see through this dreamland?"

"Fantasy?"

Kun yuan was stunned.

Looking around at the incomparably real world, he pointed to Zhao Fang and said with a sarcastic smile, "you say this is a fantasy? Are you kidding?"

Actually.

As early as after entering this world, Zhao Fang felt something was wrong, but he didn't understand what went wrong.

Until I closed my eyes just now.

Seeing the subconscious Zhao Fang, the moment his eyes touched, he understood.

I came to be in a dreamland that is almost the same as reality.

The most obvious one is to cover the sky and the earth.

This ability can only be started by the system, and after coming to this world, he can also be started.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that we were all fooled by the Bauhinia master in your mouth."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The beauty we have been looking forward to has been ruthlessly destroyed. Even with Kunyuan's mind, it is difficult to accept.

He gnashed his teeth and hated Zhao Fang to the extreme. He didn't hesitate to use the secret arts to enhance his strength to the level of transforming God. He wanted to bomb Zhao Fang!

Shua!

The sword flashed.

Kun yuan's head soared high.

There was a deep shock and unwillingness in his eyes, unable to accept this reality.

"As a monk, you rely too much on the sword in your hand. Even if it is as powerful as you say, it is just a sword. The person holding the sword is the source of strength!"

"And you have lost your qualification to hold a sword and become a sword slave!"

Zhao Fang shook his head.

"Ha ha ~ little guy, you've seen it thoroughly. You can't be tempted by the power of this Bauhinia sword. You might as well submit to this seat if you have some skills!"

The sound of laughter suddenly remembered, echoing in the whole Ding world.