The Sword Dynasty

The young practitioner is a disciple of a hidden sect in Daqi. Although he is young, he has entered six realms. It is a rare genius in practice for decades. It is not long after he first came out of the mountain. After all, he is a strong man, and with a stern drink, he exhausted all his strength directly, and the whole body quickly withered like dry flowers.

A mumbled noise.

A black puff of thick black ink poured out in his hand. In the black flame, a fist-sized black skull was spliced ​​from countless small crystals.

Amidst his drunkenness, the black skull uttered an incredulous hiss like life.

The countless worms and birds and beasts in the surrounding forests have just been frightened, and they are still unaware of what happened, and they have died in this stern voice. Some of their vitality in their bodies is naturally exuding towards them. The black skull gathered away.

Countless sound waves even turned into tangible lines in the air, like countless fluttering strings falling towards the cyan figure.

The blue shirt practitioners flying in the air looked indifferent, looking at the withered body of the young practitioners and the sound waves flying in the sky, a slight contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Sacrifice for blood Dafa, ghost king killing sound, ghost sound sect."

His body didn't even have any obvious movements. Between the words, the breath out of his mouth turned into a real sword, bringing out an amazing wave of waves, and instantly cut all the sounds that hit him in front of him. line.

The body of the young practitioner suddenly shuddered, as if hit by an invisible mountain. The black skull in the black flame in front of his hand trembles with horror. He actually knocked back directly and hit his palm.

This black skull was originally revealed from the palm of the young practitioner, and apparently it has merged with the real element in his body and became a part of the real element in his body, but at this moment somehow it is not compatible with his body. With a loud bang, the skull was like someone else's sword, violently impacted with his palm, his sleeves instantly shattered into countless pieces of debris flying around his arm.

The meridian on this young practitioner's arm exploded like a piece of twine that could not bear strength.

In the future, there was a scream, and the young practitioner's body collapsed backwards and flew backwards. In a flash, he fell into the forest behind him like a stone thrown by a catapult.

It was only then that the Qingchen practitioners, who even came a few minutes faster than ordinary flying swords, formally released their swords.

A thick black sword appeared in his hand.

The surface of this thick sword is all uneven texture, like dragon scales.

Seeing this sword, the older Daqi practitioners already understood the true identity of this man.

He knew that with the power he had just inspired, he couldn't block this man's sword at all, so at the moment two strange black flowers that were the same height as him were generated, he turned the black bone stick in his hand. Hit the ground in front and smashed past.

There was a loud bang.

The black bone staff exploded as soon as it touched the ground in front of him, turning into countless triangular bone fragments, each of which spun violently and rushed upward.

Black rays of light flowed from the cracks of these fragments, intersecting with each other, and finally a black beam of unknown faces was formed, which rushed to the blue shirt practitioners.

The green shirt practitioners remained indifferent, but the contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.

The long sword in his hand was cut off without any skill, but every scale on the sword lighted up in turn like a light.

When all the scales were lit up completely, a dragon sound came from his sword.

There was a golden sand of light on the tip of his sword, and a terrifying power spewed out of it.

The golden sand instantly grew into a golden dragon.

The golden dragon is very large, and it is not like a body formed by the runes that lead the heaven and earth to condense, but it is completely like a real thing. Its scales are as brilliant as the purest gold, but it is slightly transparent and outward. Sprayed with terrible coercion and light.

"This is the Dragon Scale Sword of Fanghou Mansion... This man is the Fate of General Shenwei... How could he be so strong..."

At this time, even the young Daqi practitioner who had crushed more than ten trees had just fallen to the ground, and his whole skeleton fell into a pile of broken wood. Looking at this golden dragon, he couldn't believe it. Your own eyes and perception.

The golden dragon swooped down, swallowing the pitch-black beam and two black flowers from the ground.

The huge body slipped on the ground following the trend. The body of the older Daqi practitioner was submerged in the golden flame. The ground touched by the golden dragon body continued to explode, bursting out two groups of thick smoke.

"Can take me a sword, it seems that you are Luo Shenjia of Daqiyin Yuanzong."

The green shirt practitioners landed and looked at the smoke in front slowly.

In the smoke, the figure of the elder Qi Qi slowly emerged.

He was still standing well, but the clothes on his body had appeared countless tears, and a continuum of blood was constantly pouring out of it.

Hearing the calm and indifferent voice of the Qingshan practitioner, this older Daqi practitioner raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face, sighing and sighing in a low voice: "I thought it might be a prince, but also thought of It might be General Kamui, but I didn’t expect you to be so strong."

In the Daqin dynasty, there was only one magnificent general, Fanghou Fang.

This green shirt practitioner is naturally Fang Shi.

Looking at the older Daqi practitioner, Fang Shi said lightly: "Our Fanghou House has been the head of the 13th Hou House in Changling for many years. Of course, it was not my one who had sat down for more than ten years. Little brother."

Hearing this explanation, the elder Daqi practitioner was stunned slightly, and realized.

"I took the Holy Order through this place to Lushan, which was an extremely secret matter." Fang Shi looked at him, and then said: "I want to know where your news came from."

After a pause, Fang Shi looked at his eyes and said seriously: "You don't have this kind of cultivation, and I don't want to be greedy. As long as you tell me where your news comes from, I will let you go. ."

The older Daqi practitioners smiled slightly, proudly and proudly.

As a practitioner of seven realms, he naturally has his own pride.Even if he underestimated the strength of Lai Ren for some reasons, he knew exactly what the Daqi Dynasty needed most.

For people like him, personal life and death are naturally not as important as the glory and prosperity of a dynasty.

"If you want to kill me, you have to pay a lot."

This older Daqi practitioner was smiling and looked at Fang Shi said: "You should also understand that since I am here, it is not just a simple temptation. The Lushan Huimeng is coming, your emperor, what you need is not A general who cannot exert his power but needs your support at his heyday. So it is not a question of letting me leave, but a problem of letting you leave."

Fang Shi nodded, looking at the Daqi practitioner who deserved to die, and said plainly: "You said something reasonable, but you still think a little wrong. To keep you here, I don't necessarily have to take action next ."

The Daqi practitioner suddenly felt something, and looked up incredulously at the mountain road behind Fang Shi.

Fang Zhi arrived in the air, only at that moment, but at the moment the carriage that came with him had already appeared on the mountain road not far behind Fang Zhi.

The eyes of the two gray galloping horses were burning with blood-like brilliance, and the blood-red flames were starting to burn on their four hoofs.

The most shocking thing is still the carriage they dragged.

On the two wheels of the carriage, there are countless black worms. The wings of these black worms are shocking amazingly, and the power they bring up actually lifts the weight of the entire carriage.

The entire carriage was like floating in the air, flying in the air a few feet above the ground.

"Alien Gu!"

The older Daqi practitioners looked at this picture, and he finally felt that the power that caused this change in the carriage came from the driver sitting on the carriage.

The young practitioner who fell in the broken wood burst into a cry.

He was frightened to see his chest suddenly burst like a cracked watermelon, and a large dark red worm buzzed out of the flesh and blood, and rushed towards the older Daqi practice like a flying sword The back of the person.

The older Daqi practitioners took a deep breath.

As he sucked, the air around him suddenly produced countless black yins that were visible to the naked eye.

These black irritations rushed into his body, but his body did not become bloated, but became more compact. The flesh and blood of the entire body contracted and became black like a black iron, tight. Wrapped in the bones of his body.

A mumbled noise.

The dark red bug hit his back, his body was immobile, but the dark red bug with the power of the real flying sword was shocking into countless powder.

It was at this moment that the two gray galloping horses that had already changed screamed, and the entire carriage passed by above his head.

The air exploded like a thunderbolt, and a long black whip slammed down in the hands of the driver sitting in the front of the car, rolling over the elderly Daqi practitioner.

The Daqi practitioner was shocked by the black gas outside, and the black long whip suddenly split into countless pieces.

However, the pupils of the Daqi practitioners contracted violently, and he saw that each broken black whip was actually a finger-like black worm.

"The corpse demon!"

This practitioner of Daqi recognized this black worm, but it was too late to do any action. Dozens of these black worms were on a body that was harder than black iron, just for a moment, his Numerous holes appeared in the body, and the vitality of countless worlds spewed out with the rolling black gas.

He looked at these holes in his body incredulously and slowly fell forward.

Fang Shi's body had already swept up and landed on the carriage.

"A genius who has entered the Six Realms so young and a Grand Master of the Seven Realms, is it true that the powerful practitioners of the Daqi dynasty are too many to die?" He said coldly as he entered the carriage. .