An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

Look around in silence, the night is desolate.

Lin Fangsheng got up from Yan Xie's arms, his eyes were cold, like ice and snow covering the border, without joy or fear, his palm was still attached to the dantian of Moxiu's lower abdomen, and he condensed a sword intent, shot into the body, and then stabbed Moxiu's gold Dan, shaking out a cobweb-like crack.

He also cut off the entire palm of his hand, exposing every inch of his white finger bones.

Yan Xie just sat still, with a pale face, and said with a sad smile: "I know that I'm full of lies, and I'm ashamed of Brother Fangsheng's trust. Now you...you can count as lying to me once."

Lin Fangsheng's face was also pale and cold, and he said coldly: "One time is enough."

Yan Xieguo is not a magic cultivator entity, the golden core is shattered, and the whole body gradually turns into black mist, which is dispersed in the night.But he stretched out his hand again, hugged Lin Fangsheng into his arms, and sighed: "Now that my golden core has been broken, others are fine with it. I only hate that the red dragon is not dead, but the acacia talisman can't be broken."

Lin Fangsheng only pushed him away, but the blood on his face was gone, and he summoned the sword array, but it was a little bit clumsy, and the 54 cold sword tips were vaguely aimed at Moxiu.

When Yan Xie was pushed away, he just lowered his head and saw Lin Fangsheng's black and smooth hair mercilessly slipping from between his fingers, and sighed again: "Brother Fang Sheng, although Yan Xie is the Dragon Slayer Immortal Mu Tianxiang, Mu Tianxiang is not Yan Xie, if he encounters him in the future, he must run far away. Otherwise..."

Before the remaining words could be uttered, they were knocked away by a figure that appeared from the diagonal stabbing.

Thick black demonic energy lingered around the figure, like complex runes surrounding the body, emerging from under the skin, like tattoos all over, strange and ferocious, the luxurious robe was blown by the strong wind in the body, and it danced violently, With messy black hair and blood-red eyes, he looked like a ghost.

Lin Fangsheng was unable to recognize this person for a while.

The man's arms strangled Yan Xie's half-disappeared stump in his arms, and he opened his mouth to bite on his neck.

The black air that was just dissipating gradually merged into a stream and poured into the mouth.

Lin Fangsheng couldn't help being furious. Although he had the heart to kill Moxiu, he didn't want to see his body being insulted by others. The sword array rang and shot down the man's head like rain.

The man sacrificed a black golden round bead, and there was a layer of blood-red runes on the pure black surface, densely packed, resonating with the black energy on his body, quickly forming a barrier, and rebounding all the spirit swords back.

Another blood-colored rune jumped out of the bead, easily penetrated Lin Fangsheng's defensive barrier, and a little light, fleeting, penetrated into his forehead.

Lin Fangsheng only felt that a huge red-hot hammer hit his head hard, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back, and fell to the ground. Immediately, there was a cruel and violent killing intent, and the depths of the sea of ​​self-consciousness swelled and exploded, almost dominating his mind .

If he hadn't been sharpened all the year round and had a firm will, he might have already reached the Tao.

Lin Fangsheng clenched his right hand tightly, the cut was stinging and made his consciousness a little bit clearer, but he saw that where Yan Xie was, there were only a few robes left, and the handsome young man with a gentle smile was the third generation in ten directions, and he could not be found again .

The man sucked up all the magic energy, opened his mouth suddenly, and roared, it was no longer like a human voice, but like an ancient monster, which caused thunder and rolling in the distance, as if responding.The dark clouds in the night sky also followed and rolled, and gradually gathered and circled over Ning Wang's mansion.

The wind blew up all around, shaking the green bamboo and red plum branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, and the moonlight was also blocked by dark clouds, making it even darker.

However, Lin Fangsheng could see clearly that even though the man had tattoos on his face, red eyes, inhumanity, and facial features, he was clearly King Ning and Gongye Mingjing.

This prince was supposed to be unconscious in the palace, but how did he escape here?

Although Lin Fangsheng was puzzled, Gongye Mingjing didn't know it, and landed on all fours, his throat really let out a low growl, and his behavior and expression were no different from those of wild animals.

Then there was another sound like popping beans. Gongye Mingjing's originally slender figure swelled up, smashing his luxurious brocade robe from the inside out, exposing the white skin inside, and it also continued to expand like blowing air. The skin and tendons outside the bones were torn apart, and the blood was also scattered in all directions.

It is a sign of devouring too many monsters and exploding with demon energy.

The prince's bones were broken and rebuilt, and his muscles and internal organs were repeatedly torn and regenerated. The pain in it was unbearable.

Gongye Mingjing's face was painful, but he roared again, stood up and was much taller, wearing a torn and blood-stained rag, he held the black pearl that had shrunk to the size of a fist again, One jumped up and galloped out of the city.

Lin Fangsheng had already taken the opportunity to adjust his breath rapidly, suppressed the rune that induced the strange and violent heart, sealed it with thick spiritual power, wrapped it up, and before he had time to think, he put away the spirit sword and followed behind Gongye Mingjing.On the way, I hurriedly sent a message to the master, saying: "Yan Xie obeys the punishment, the mirror swallows the devil, for fear of accidents, the southeast direction."

In fact, when Lin Fang moved his hand, it was the time when the Heavenly Demon Curse in the palace was launched, if it was a moment late, even killing ten Yan Xie would not help the matter.It's really dangerous.

It's just that the emperor ran away violently, but it caused chaos in the court, and even Helian Wancheng was dragged back.

Lin Fangsheng didn't know these reasons, he just chased after Yujian, layers of dark clouds rolled, and mountains rushed, he chased thousands of miles away in one breath.

The sky is also getting brighter.

Lin Fangsheng's spiritual power was exhausted, but he lost the sight of Gongye's mirror, so he had to put away the flying sword temporarily and landed on a plain.

The terrain here is gentle, with continuous hills, less than one foot high, with gentle ups and downs, green grass under the feet, and countless small purple and crimson flowers dotted among them, like an endless thick velvet carpet.

Lin Fangsheng took a strong breath, sat down on a slightly sunken grassland next to the mound, took out another top-quality Yangyuan pill, swallowed it in one gulp, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The blood-red talisman floated in the sea of ​​consciousness, distorting and deforming, shaking and sinking. After watching it for a long time, I felt depressed and irritable. It obviously had the effect of controlling the mind. Presumably, it had something to do with the Heavenly Demon Curse.

After the Yangyuan Pill melted, an extremely pure and thick spiritual power gushed out. Lin Fangsheng guided that spiritual power, walked through the meridians, and walked nine times before carefully introducing it into the sea of ​​consciousness and wrapping the rune pattern again , and guided a trace of spiritual power, trying to dissolve it.

Unexpectedly, the thread of spiritual power had just touched the blood-colored rune, and the inside of the head felt like being hammered again. There was a buzzing sound in both temples, and the pain in the top of his head was so severe that Lin Fangsheng couldn't help supporting the grass, gritting his teeth to hold it back.

When he opened his eyes again, Qingming's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, boiling with killing intent and attacking his consciousness. He only hated the desolation of this place, and not even a living thing appeared.

Living thing……

Lin Fangsheng raised his head suddenly, and a pair of similar red pupils reflected in his gradually reddened eyes.

It was Gongye Mingjing who had lost his whereabouts. His brocade robe was torn apart, and only a few blood-stained hems were still hanging around his waist, acting as a cover for embarrassment.

The noble son who was originally gentle and beautiful, Zhilan Yushu, survived the torment of the demonic energy explosion, his head swelled twice out of thin air, and his muscles and muscles were even more tempered, exuding a rigidity.

With his back to the sun, Gongye Mingjing approached slowly.

The black hair is messy, draped over the shoulders, the eyes are blood red, but the expression is like a suppressed beast, ready to move.

It's just that this noble young master, the last time we met, was only a mortal in the Qi refining period, and he hadn't even touched the threshold of cultivating immortality, but now he is a Nascent Soul with majestic spiritual power and terrifying coercion.

This kind of cultivation speed is against the way of heaven, if you don't see it yourself, no one will believe it.

It's just that Gongye Mingjing looked at him with anger and hatred in his eyes.

Lin Fangsheng was only slightly taken aback, and then figured it out.

Gongye Mingjing devoured Yan Xie's remnant body, and naturally inherited the remaining emotions of the demon cultivator.As a result, Lin Fangsheng's heart ached and he felt relieved.

It turned out that Yan Xie hated him after all.

Lin Fangsheng's heart relaxed, and he was furious again. He was incited by the blood-red rune again, and with a single thought in his mind, he held the sword in his hand, shouted violently, and chopped off at Gongye Mingjing.

Gongye Mingjing is naturally not Wuxia Amon, his blood eyes are gloomy, the corners of his mouth are fierce, he does not dodge or dodge, just clenches his right fist, and punches at the weak spot where his spiritual energy is insufficient and his sword moves are stagnant.

With a click, Lin Fangsheng's left shoulder was shattered by a punch. The pain was far worse than the cut on his palm.

Gongye Mingjing still punched the sharp sword.Fighting the sword with a fist, forcefully breaking the sword's spirit pressure, and smashing it on the blade.The body of flesh and blood smashed the blade of the Xuanyin Panlong Sword, a high-grade fairy family treasure.

This Gongye Mingjing's physical body was too tyrannical, and Lin Fangsheng felt a little fear all the time.

After smashing the Xuanyin Panlong Sword, Gongye's Mingjing fist did not weaken, and struck towards Lin Fangsheng's throat, swift as lightning, impossible to guard against.

Lin Fangsheng felt a strong spiritual pressure piercing his face and throat, and his breathing was also stagnant, but the fist stopped suddenly, stopped at the throat, changed it into a fist, grabbed Lin Fangsheng's neck, and threw him Lift it up on the ground.

Gongye Mingjing is now tall and tall, and he stretched out his arms to lift Lin Fangsheng, but his feet didn't touch the ground, and he couldn't break free.

Lin Fangsheng's left hand hangs down weakly, and when his spiritual power reaches his left shoulder, it is blocked and painful, and he stagnates.It was that punch that shattered his bones, flesh, and even his meridians, and he couldn't recover for a while.

I'm afraid that today, I will be buried here.

It can be regarded as dying together with Yan Xie.

Lin Fangsheng laughed secretly in his heart, but he calmed down. He let the fingers around his neck get tighter and tighter, and even the bones of his neck creaked.

In Gongye Mingjing's crimson eyes, anger and hatred gradually dissipated, sometimes dull, sometimes frantic, and sometimes confused.

In the end, he locked Lin Fangsheng firmly, revealing a hint of greed.

Lin Fangsheng thought to himself, that's all, if he didn't use his kung fu to resist, he let the blood-red rune inspire bloodthirsty tyranny. Usually, the fingers clasped the ankle tightly, accompanied by the crackling sound of the bones, and the left leg exploded with burning pain.

Gongye Mingjing, however, seemed to be addicted to playing, grabbed his injured leg, slowly moved it up a few inches, and crushed the leg bone, doing this several times until it reached his knee.

Lin Fangsheng's face was like gold paper, his palms pinched King Ning's arm to death, and his sword intent exploded, and he finally broke free from his hands, but his left hand and foot couldn't move, so he had to support the ground with his right hand, summoning a basic sword formation, and the three spirit swords radiated light Dazzling, condensing all the spiritual pressure, is a life-saving move.

However, King Ning licked off the blood on his fingers, and slowly evoked a smile. With a pair of blood-red pupils, he was indescribably enchanting and creepy, and burst out laughing again: "Interesting, interesting."

The voice is also not as elegant and noble as that day, only the voice is cold and ruthless.

Lin Fangsheng endured the pain, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who is the master, who invaded the body of the real dragon, beware of the power of backlash."

But the man still made a casual move, put his three most powerful spiritual swords in his hands, broke them into six pieces like chopsticks, and threw them on the ground with clangs.

Then he condescended and squatted down in front of Lin Fangsheng, his blood-red eyes became more and more greedy.

"This king has the help of the immortal teacher, and the ten thousand year old black pearl, so that he can achieve such achievements."

Lin Fangsheng suppressed the fear in his heart, and looked at the bloody eyes that were getting closer. He had a cold and hard finger that slid down his cheek, and heard King Ning say: "The kindness is as deep as the sea, and this king can't repay it. After thinking about it, Why don't you eat it?"