Chapter 2492

"Huh?"

Zhao Fang's face sank.

The moment the golden sword appeared, Zhao fangminrui caught a trace of danger.

Press the empty hand in the air.

It seemed to press on the flying ten thousand swords and shouted, "ten thousand swords are one!"

meanwhile.

For the rest of his life, he drew his empty hand and pointed the golden sword at Zhao Fang in the distance.

"Sword! Kill!"

Drink low for the rest of your life, and your eyes are crazy.

The golden sword with a length of about ten thousand feet makes a faint shadow of a golden little beast, instantly tears the void, and cuts off the three foot long sword integrated with ten thousand swords in an amazing posture.

Qiang!

Double swords cut each other, sparks splashed everywhere.

next.

With a fragile sound, there was a crack running through the body of the three foot long sword.

Pop.

The three foot long sword burst to pieces.

The sword's power is not reduced. It breaks through layers of space and comes straight to Zhao Fang with the posture of God blocking and killing God and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

"Be careful!"

Even the onlooker Feng whispered, as if he noticed the edge of the sword, his face changed greatly, and hurried to remind him.

Zhao Fang seemed unheard of.

His intention was to avoid his edge.

At the speed of yin and Yang wings of Tai Chi, if he wants to avoid it, he is very relaxed.

But as soon as the idea came into being, it was denied by him.

He raised Zang Feng and looked at the sword with a light smile.

"Since the sword is against the sword, how can Zang Feng shrink back!"

After that, he went straight to the sword instead of retreating.

"I don't know what to do!"

Sneer for the rest of my life. It's my strongest sword. It can not only hurt the flesh, but also cut the soul.

"Qiang!"

He Jian collided with Zang Feng sword.

Sparks splashed everywhere.

He Jian suppressed Zang Feng, but he couldn't crush Zang Feng like the three foot long sword before.

But at that moment.

Zhao Fang still felt a crisis.

A throb from the soul.

Pop!

It seemed to be aware of the crisis. The blindfold on the left eye was shaken off by a force, revealing a pair of gray and godless eyes.

The eyes stared at the sword. When it cut Zhao Fang's soul, it directly swallowed up all the power it cut out.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing Zhao Fang still alive and kicking, I can't accept it for the rest of my life.

"Even if his sword can stop the physical attack of the sword, and his soul returning to the virtual world can't stop the cutting attack of the soul level of the sword, why is he still alive?"

For the rest of his life, I don't understand. Is Zhao Fang's soul more concise than the soul of the five strong forces of the Tao He once killed?

This is bullshit!

"It's his gray eyes!"

When his eyes touched Zhao Fang's gray eyes, he trembled in his heart for the rest of his life, giving birth to an unspeakable sense of terror and crisis.

be like.

His soul is being stared at by a terrible monster. That kind of terror and trembling comes entirely from the soul level, which is unusually real and scary.

"Damn it, what eyes are those?" his face changed greatly for the rest of his life, but he also understood that the sword could not kill Zhao Fang's soul, and the battle against Zhao Fang was even a failure.

It's not a good thing for him to continue fighting.

"Sword, come back!"

If you think about it for the rest of your life, you will withdraw your sword.

Unexpectedly, in Zhao Fang's gluttonous gray eyes, a huge wild beast suddenly burst out and swallowed the sword.

"This..."

Not only was he stupid for the rest of his life, Zhao Fang was also confused.

Is there gluttony in my eyes?

Although the virtual shadow of the giant beast was very vague, he vaguely guessed that it was the gluttony of one of the four fierce beasts in ancient times.

"Shit, what's going on?" Zhao Fang felt uncomfortable.

I feel uncomfortable all over.

Anyone who knows that he will not feel uncomfortable with such a terrible thing hidden in his eyes.

Poof!

For the rest of his life, his body was shocked and his face was like tinfoil.

"The connection between the sword and the sword is broken?"

His eyes stared for the rest of his life, and the successive blows made him doubt life for a time.

The sword is the soul blade that he nourishes with his soul by secret method.

Its greatest power is not at the physical level, but at the soul level.

For the rest of my life, I've been killing with my sword.

But I never thought of it.

This time, it was planted in the hands of a jiuzhong youth who returned to emptiness. He couldn't believe it and couldn't tolerate it.

"Cut!"

In a trance for the rest of my life, a cold sword light, such as pitting Changhong, came across and cut directly on my body for the rest of my life.

The golden immortal armor on his body was broken. After being hit hard, it exploded directly. Even his body was cut in half, and only a spirit flew out.

"Gluttonous grey eyes!"

Zhao fangtie wants to cut the grass and root. Where will he let go of the rest of his life.

Taotie's grey eyes coagulate into a needle shape, emitting a faint light and beating on the spirits of the rest of life.

Directly pierce and disperse the spirit, and then be swallowed up by the light.

All this, seemingly slow, in fact, is a moment.

After the breath of the rest of his life completely disappeared in this world, Zhao Fang slowly closed his left eye.

As for the wind whispering on one side, he had long been scared out of words.

a moment.

Zhao Fang suddenly opened his eyes and a strong wave of spiritual consciousness came out.

The plants, trees, earth and rocks around were instantly shocked into powder by this spiritual knowledge.

The affected wind whispered, but his face turned white and could not resist. He was about to be shocked by this spiritual consciousness, but the surging spiritual consciousness retreated like a tide.

Rao is so.

The wind whispered, his face still white, looked at Zhao Fang's back, and said in a voice, "seven levels of the whole road?"

At this time.

Zhao Fang looked at her.

Dead gray eyes, without the slightest emotion, looked at the wind and whispered, trembling all over.

"You see my eyes." Zhao Fang's words are ordinary, like chatting at home, but he shivers in his heart when he listens to the wind's soft words, vaguely capturing an obscure killing intention.

"I..."

Feng Qingyu's face turned white and knew that he saw something he shouldn't have seen, which attracted Zhao Fang's killing idea.

She bit her teeth and forced a drop of soul blood directly from the center of her eyebrows to float in front of Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang took a deep look at her, and his gluttonous gray eyes directly swallowed the soul blood. Soon, there was a subtle connection between him and Feng Qingyu.

from now on.

Zhao Fang's will is her will.

Zhao Fang's safety is greater than her life!

"You're smart!"

Zhao Fang said faintly.

Looking at the pale wind whispering, Zhao Fang couldn't bear it. He said calmly, "when I fix it to the top, I will return you to freedom!"

Taotie's grey eyes are very strange.

Not in the world, once known by other powerful beings, who knows what fate will be waiting for themselves.

Zhao Fang can neither gamble nor afford to gamble.

We can only control the only witness in the audience and seal her mouth.

As for Xing Meng, he was seriously injured by a palm for the rest of his life, and then exploded by more than 20 immortal talismans. His flesh collapsed and he was seriously injured and unconscious. Whether he can live now is still a matter of two.

"Really?"

The wind whispered softly, and a glimmer of light flashed in the dull eyes.