Refining Heaven and Earth

A sword that is as powerful as a rainbow, a sword that moves forward, and a sword that is fearless!

It turns out that this is the true meaning of the sword!

Artifacts have will, belong to their own will!

Fang Bai suddenly realized that despite having many years of swords, he never really had swords.

At this moment, the sword without flaws is a real artifact and really belongs to him!

"cut!"

Zhuang Huai was fierce, and the sky was screaming. The sword brilliance spread out in all directions. The crowd was shocked by this powerful momentum, and they retreated back again.

"That's it?" Bitch blurted out. "Artifact!"

There are countless holy artifacts in the Honghuang mainland, but there are not many artifacts. It is not too much to say that they are rare.

Artifacts are different from sacred artifacts. The latter can be crafted by powerful refiners, but artifacts cannot. Only the gods can create their own artifacts at a cost.

The gods are immortal, and artifacts naturally follow forever, unless there are two situations.

The **** abandons the artifact, or the **** is beheaded!

Either case is extremely rare, so artifacts are rarely spread.

Every artifact can explode a mighty power. Although the saint can't exert much power of the artifact, it is still not that the saint can resist.

For example, as soon as Xu Mishan came out, Fang Bai could not resist immediately, this was the power of the artifact!

Xie Qingwang swore at the sky, his eyes glowed, and he became more and more firm in his thoughts.

The surrounding crowd was completely desperate, and honestly waited for the position of law protection.

Rumble!

The Xu Mishan fell quickly and was as tall as two thousand feet. The impact force alone can make people crushed. If it hits the ground, it must be a shocking earthquake.

There is no shortage of swords like a bamboo rush, and Jian Jianmang chopped up fiercely, shining a dazzling brilliance.

The air waves swept in all directions, and instantly spread thousands of miles away, and the sky suddenly changed color.

boom!

Xu Mishan soared high into the sky, while Fang Bai's figure shot backwards at a rapid speed, and a blood spurted out, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That turned out to be so!"

Laughter echoed into the sky, but it was so harsh in Meng Yuanshan's ears that the blood on his chest was rolling, his throat was sweet and he almost spurted blood.

Humph!

Meng Yuanshan said coldly, "See how long you can hold on."

"is it?"

Fang Bai smiled lightly, the big mouth of the sap fluid went into the abdomen, the warm fluid opened, and his anger was billowing, without lack of sword, the light became brighter, and it was quickly cut off.

The fusion of volitions, and the lack of a sword as if part of the body, gave Fang Bai a strong self-confidence like never before.

At this moment, nothing can stop his footsteps, and even a **** can fight.

"Ok?"

Meng Yuanshan's face sank instantly, how could Fang Bai really become so strong again? Although infuriating is only part of the strength of the saint, when the strength is balanced, a little stronger can break the balance.

Xu Mishan flew across again, and the majestic majestic smashed it down. Jianmang trembled for a while, and then Xu Mishan flew directly.

"broken!"

Fang Bai screamed loudly, the speed increased to the extreme, and he hurried towards Meng Yuanshan.

"impossible!"

Meng Yuanshan was taken aback, Fang Bai's speed was far stronger than that sword made him shock!

Of course, the shock is not just speed, but the meaning behind the speed. Is it related to the Halloween continent?

Thinking of this, Meng Yuanshan's face changed drastically, and his intention to kill was violent. He sent the sky to Xumi Mountain, Guanghua was flourishing, and a strong will came from Xumi Mountain.

The will of the gods!

The gods have the mind, the gods have the will.

Artifacts follow the gods all the year round, and are gradually infected by the will of the gods, usually there will be artifacts left by the will.

Although it is a very weak part, it is the will of the gods, not a saint who can resist it.

Except for quasi-gods, never heard of a saint who can resist the will of the gods.

Xunzi was startled and looked away, but she looked forward to it.

Xie Qingdai frowned, and her eyes were disturbed.

The crowd was already startled and stunned. The war reached this point, and the means were exhausted. Where is the battle between the allies, it is the battle of life and death directly.

Fang Bai's eyes were dignified, and the blow was so powerful that he couldn't handle it, and he would have to be severely hit if he didn't die.

Beyond the knowledge of Qinghai Ding, there is no other way.

But at this moment, the sword lacking suddenly burst out with a horrible power, like a giant sword across the world.

At this moment, Wu Jianjian seemed to wake up from his deep sleep, and with his own will, he was no longer controlled by Fang Bai.

"This…"

Fang Bai saw the Tongtian Giant Sword that was seen inside Wujian Sword that year. Is this the real Wujian Sword?

Only in the hands of Ning Wuque can such a wonderful Wujian sword bloom!

"impossible!"

Meng Yuanshan lost his voice in a terrible way, and the original will of Xu Mishan evoked the will of the **** hidden in the sword.

This battle is not so much a battle between Meng Yuanshan and Fang Bai as a battle of the will of the gods, a battle of the gods!

This battle has nothing to do with them anymore, just wait for the results!

Rumble!

I do not know whether Xu Mishan smashed Wuxi Sword or Wujian Sword cut Xushan, and after a silence, there was a shaking roar.

The sky was torn open a thousand-meter-long space crack, and it continued to spread to both sides.

Nothingness swelled like a storm, and the crowd in the distance receded again.

The cracks in the space tore up to ten feet, the two figures shot backwards at the same time, and the blood spilled into the sky.

Hum!

Huh!

The artifact's long mingling echoed the sky, reflecting each other, looking forward to the next collision.

x (# 首 ☆ I 发!

Suddenly, the majestic thoughts came from the depths of nothingness, and it was a shock to the gods. Xu Mishan and Wu Que Sword seemed to have some sense and calm down.

The divine thoughts swept away, receding like a tide.

Countless horrified eyes looked, such a terrible war had exceeded the limits of the saints, and only a quasi-God could erupt such a terrifying fighting power.

The cracks in the space gradually healed, and the two figures slowly approached from far to near.

Meng Yuanshan's complexion was pale, his blood was red on his chest, and Fang Bai's eyes were full of fear.

Fang Bai looked up at Xumi Mountain in the air, smiled slightly, his eyes gratefully revealed.

The mighty Sumiyama forced a powerful sword without defects, and I should be grateful!

"This war is over, how about it?" Meng Yuanshan said lightly, now it is difficult to divide victory and defeat, easy to divide between life and death, and the one who loses must die!

It is important that Meng Yuanshan is not sure!

"it is good!"

Fang Bai nodded faintly, firmly believing that he would win in the end, but it must be a fierce victory, unable to meet the next challenge, and the result of both losses is not worth it!

"My husband gives up!"

Meng Yuanshan said frankly that he did not persevere, and that a war seemed to make him understand something.

"Thank you for your acceptance!"

According to Fang Baibaoquan, since Meng Yuanshan voluntarily gave up, he deserves dignity.

The crowd slowly leaned forward, looking at the two eyes without any taste, as the saints, the gap is too great!

"Congratulations!"

Xie Qing said with a smile, it was very clear that he would not participate in the dispute between the leaders.

Meng Yuanshan conceded, Xie Qing withdrew, who else dares to challenge at this time?

"Meet the lord!" Xunzi saluted.

"Meet the lord!" The old man named Qiu seemed very satisfied with the situation at hand.

"Meet the lord!"

The crowd burst into a roar, and it was not necessarily a good thing to have a strong leader. Besides, there was also eight-guard law supervision, and the leader could not cover the sky with one hand!

Fang Baihuan looked around, smiled, and accepted it!