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Tianchen swordsmanship is Fang Chen's most powerful swordsmanship so far.

This move, his strength, an instant surge.

However, facing the holy treasure, Tianchen swordsmanship has no choice.

"How can we know the power of the holy treasure when the garbage in the barbarian land is so small?"

Lord Mo looked down at Fang Chen and sneered.

In his opinion, this is too ancient chaos, limited by the heaven and earth, even the imperial realm can not enter, let alone the holy treasure.

You should know that in the Shenqiu battlefield, the emperor's territory will be robbed.

Only a super strong man like his father would have many holy treasures and give him one at will.

Because of this, he was able to experience in the God meteor battlefield without life danger.

It can be said that Shengbao is his biggest killer.

Originally, he thought that he could control archaic chaos without using holy treasure.

But did not expect, such barbarian land, unexpectedly appeared Fang Chen such a monster.

Hum!

With a sudden turn of his hand, the spear went through a strange track in the void. The breath of terror burst out in an instant. The pressure from the holy treasure covered Fang Chen's body.

If the general quasi emperor, in the face of such a powerful holy treasure, would have been crawling on the ground, and even suffered heavy damage.

But unfortunately, Mr. Mo is facing Fang Chen.

"Taigu chaos is my hometown. I can't help it."

Fang Chen Sen ran said, "no matter where you come from, how much you have come from, I will kill you here today."

Fang Chen's body is full of terrible sword spirit.

He stood in the world of sword like a god of death.

"I don't want to waste time either."

Adult Mo licked his dry lips, "your potential is so strong, the blood must be delicious, my spear has not drunk human blood for a long time."

After that, Mr. Mo stamped his feet and glided to the front. At the same time, the spear in his hand simply stabbed in front of him.

It seems simple, but in fact it contains the strongest power of holy treasure.

This stab, directly let the spear tip, shatter the void, and even the void magma is retreating.

"Dead."

After the word "death" is said, the spear has quickly rushed to Fangchen's body. As long as he is stabbed by the spear, Fang Chen will surely die.

In the eyes of Lord Mo, Fang Chen is actually a dead man.

Even if the emperor is stabbed by a long gun, it is impossible to survive.

Unless, you have the big tools.

Obviously, Fang Chen is not that kind of super demon. He is just a quasi emperor. By chance, he gets a strong sword skill and can fight with himself.

"It's over."

Mr. Mo's mouth is full of sarcasm.

Click!

When the gun tip is about to touch Fang Chen's body, it shakes suddenly, and then accelerates. Mr. Mo doesn't want to leave any chance for Fang Chen, but wants to crush him with great strength.

"Ha ha..."

In Fang Chen's eyes, the cold light flickers.

He didn't even think about it. He directly began to refine the blood in his eyebrows.

Hiss! Hiss!

His eyebrows twinkled, and the blood appeared. Fang Chen's divine consciousness penetrated into the blood. Then his black hole blood wrapped the drop of blood and began to refine it.

Tear!

In one second, the blood condensed from Jianhong's life-long blood essence was refined by Fang Chen.

"Well?"

Fang Chen is also a little surprised, but quickly react to come over.

The reason why you can refine this drop of blood with powerful power so quickly is probably because of your own semi perfect blood.

Boom!

After refining the blood, the breath in his body kept surging, and the momentum soared to the extreme.

"This is..."

Fang Chen was stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a powerful force in his blood.

At this time, he felt integrated with heaven and earth, above the supreme rules.

"Broken."

Seeing the spear here, Fang Chen's wrist trembled, and Tianchen's swordsmanship reappeared. The xingyin sword, with its endless power, hit the spear.

Buzz!

After the long gun collided with xingyin sword, it exploded quickly.

Fang Chen can feel the holy treasure on the spear and crush the xingyin sword.

However, at this time, Jian Hong's blood, flowing a trace of strange breath, along the xingyin sword, drilling into the long gun.

"Get out of here."

Lord Mo seems to have noticed that a special force has penetrated into the spear.

"If you want to destroy my treasure, dream."

Mr. Mo danced and urged all his strength to refine the impurities of the long gun quilt.Click!

But just then, he saw an incredible scene.

His spear was suppressed by xingyin sword.

"How could it be?"

He exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

The next moment, he found the power within the rifle.

"What is this?"

Lord Mo roared and waved his spear wildly.

However, with the help of Jianhong's blood, Shengbao is troubled, unable to exert its powerful power, and is completely suppressed by xingyin sword.

"Without the help of Shengbao, can you resist my Tianchen swordsmanship?"

Fang Chen sneers, another hand, appeared a bloody red sword.

Xingyin sword suppresses Shengbao spear, while Hongli sword continues to use Tianchen sword.

A vast sword Qi rose from the sky, the void cracks trembled, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Whew!

A sword stabs out and looks down upon.

"Get out of here."

Lord Mo gave up the holy treasure and threw out a blow.

Bang!

The body directly flies out, and the chest is pierced by the red glass sword.

"No, it's impossible."

Mr. Mo quickly stood up and shook his head crazily, unwilling to accept the facts in front of him.

"I am holy treasure, how can I be suppressed."

It is impossible that the holy treasure is suppressed by the supreme treasure.

"It's over."

Fang Chen steps out and comes to the body of Lord mo. without waiting for him to resist, the red glass sword stabs out again.

"Father, help me."

Lord Mo was afraid and cried out in dismay.

When he pinched his fingers, a token suddenly broke and a terrible breath erupted.

Lord Mo's body, instantly condensed a layer of armor, blocking the attack of red glass sword.

"How many times can you resist it?"

He waved dozens of swords in succession, and each sword could split the world.

Puff!

Finally, after the last sword was cut out, the defense of Lord Mo's body was suddenly broken, and his head was penetrated by the red glass sword.

"Dong!"

There was a faint roar of anger in the crumbling air of defense, but it soon dissipated.

"Father of Lord Mo?"

Fang Chen frowned. He guessed that the token that Lord Mo finally crushed should be a gift from his father, and that the angry roar in the breath of armor should also come from his father's mouth.

"Hum, if you are here, I may be afraid, but unfortunately, you are in the battlefield."

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