Chapter 512

Sword explosion!

Boom boom!

The Zhongpin flying fish sword exploded violently, and countless finely broken sword bodies, with powerful energy, were fired in all directions. This is not the power that the fire dragon can resist.

The power of sword cultivation is all played in this burst. The sword is like a sword. Repair the second life. Break the sword and hit it. It is absolutely determined and crazy. It is strong and fierce!

In an instant, everyone replied clearly in front of him. The fire dragon blew up and the frost storm was blown up. But what made the audience depressed was that the sword explosion was too strong, and countless fine powders still had strong energy!

Shua Shua! Countless spiritual shields were opened at the same time. Only jiedan ancestor dared not to open them.

While the gas refining disciples flew with magic instruments. Lively and good-looking, their own safety is also very important! It turns out that watching the excitement is also risky.

"Li Daoyou really has some means." Fang Xiafei snorted coldly, flipped his hands quickly, and instantly tied countless Dharma Seals.

Well, it seems that you can't hide it. Let me show you my strongest strength!

When Fang Xiafei finished printing, he closed his hands and suddenly pushed out!

Ice and fire Double Dragons stack!

An ice dragon, a fire dragon, like a straight hemp rope, intertwined with each other, like a high-speed train, roaring at Ye Kong!

The foundation building disciples of Hunyuan sect were surprised. Originally, they all wanted to fight for the title of the first person to build the foundation. They even felt that Fang Xiafei had no real strength but under the care of Yuanying's ancestor.

Now I found that my eldest martial brother had been hiding his strength, and he had not only learned five levels of Hunyuan strength.

Lingli Hualong has five levels of Hunyuan strength, but two kinds of Lingli Double Dragons are stacked, which is already six levels of Hunyuan strength. When it is used, it is not lower than the power of jiedan ancestor!

But for such magic, ye Kong is still a flying fish sword to solve the problem.

"Ice and fire Double Dragons!"

"Come again! I'll see how many flying swords you have!"

Fang Xiafei hit a real fire, made a brute force, and fired seven pairs of ice fire dragons in a row!

Watching a medium-grade flying sword burst, those who scolded Ye Kong for being poor shut up.

Too shocking, too rich! Nine flying swords exploded in the blink of an eye! At least one thousand spirit stones for each, nine is nine thousand!

God! This is not a fight, this is a spirit stone to hit people! I've seen those who spoil spirit stones. I've never seen such a waste of spirit stones!

Several jiedan sanxiu wanted to rush up and shout, "brother, don't explode, give me the flying sword, and I'll help you kill him."

But a word from ye completely broke Fang Xiafei and all the monks present.

"I still have 1300. How many times can you send them?"

The rest of the group fainted. Rich, my God, her mother is so rich! Poor people like us might as well die.

The nuns of the Hehuan sect over there who had no Taoist partners suddenly became obsessed with flowers. God, it turns out that this black guy who looks like a miner is so rich that he is simply the first golden son-in-law in Cangnan continent!

"Brother Hei! You are so handsome. I like dark skin. You are manly!"

Another younger martial sister sneered, "elder martial sister, you just said that you like little white face. Little white face is your life, and you said that this black guy is ugly."

"Shut up! You know shit!" The elder martial sister scolded, "the little white face is my life, but seeing the rich... I don't even want my life!"

Not only the people at the scene collapsed, but also Fang Xiafei collapsed. Eight times in a row, he was short of spiritual power. Then he heard that the other party had so many flying swords... He suddenly found that this black guy was really unusual, and he regretted it a little.

But what made him regret more was that someone spoke again.

"Well, your performance time is over, and now it's my turn!"

WOW! The audience became noisy again. Yes, this Li sunspot hasn't attacked yet! He hasn't done anything, he has been defending, and he hasn't even done anything when the other party uses the big move of pressing the bottom of the box.

God! How strong is he! Is he really building a three-story foundation? Who can see his last killing move?

Ye Kong said that and then moved. His figure floated to Fang Xiafei, white as snow, spotless. Even the attacker, Fang Xiafei's long shirt, was burned by his own fire dragon, while Li Heizi, as the defender, was clean as if there was no battle.

Ye Kong once again held a medium-grade magic weapon in his hand. No one will despise him this time. Even if he grabbed a begging basin, no one dared to throw him a penny.

Looking at Ye Kong flying over, Fang Xiafei didn't move. Just now, when he attacked, ye Kong didn't move, so Fang Xiafei couldn't escape. He took out a medium-sized spirit stone and waited while replenishing his spiritual power.

Come on! I'll see how you attack! You defended my attack, but you didn't defeat me. As long as I can prevent your attack, we will be tied!

Unknowingly, Fang Xiafei's state of mind has changed, from killing the other side to just playing a draw... But can he prevent Ye's attack?

In the blink of an eye, ye Kong stood in front of Fang Xiafei. He was smiling, but the depth of his smile was contempt. Just by you, you want to bully men and women and provoke me, ye Kong?

Sword!

Ye Kong stretched out his hand, with a sword in his hand! There is no strong aura, not as grand as Fang Xiafei, and even there is no spiritual fluctuation around him.

Not all moves have such magnificent scenes. Some attacks are silent but fierce!

Just when the disciples of Hunyuan sect wanted to laugh at this soft sword, something strange happened.

I saw that there was a movement like grass sprouting at the tip of the slightly damaged sword. Then, three bright filaments like optical fibers grew out. The three white filaments grew very fast, so fast that people couldn't be prepared. Two on both sides, like orchid leaves, pulled out a beautiful arc, passed through both sides of Fang Xiafei's neck, and then tied quickly.

And the middle one, straight to Fang Xiafei's throat, slowly, closer and closer!

It's so strange that Fang Xiafei hasn't figured out how to defend. It's too fast for Fang Xiafei to defend.

Everyone around was also stunned. What was growing on the tip of the sword? Xia Fei didn't have time to hide. What kind of evil trick is this?

"Is it a plant?" Some disciples guessed.

"Impossible, there is no such plant." Qingming Valley disciple immediately denied.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Others speculated.

Immediately, the smelter shook his head, "I've never heard of such a natural treasure."

Looking at the thin silk slowly approaching his throat, Fang Xiafei clenched his fist nervously and watched it get closer and closer. He knows that life is coming to an end. He doesn't want to defend now. He wants to live!

He didn't dare to move or escape, because there was a silk thread on both sides of his neck. He didn't know what it was, but he knew the sharp power on it.

His head fell off when he moved! If he doesn't move, his throat will be punctured!

He doesn't know how to choose, how to choose is death.

He regretted that he didn't want to be famous. He didn't want anything.

"Master, save me!" Fang Xiafei shouted loudly.

Finally, an old voice sighed, "Alas, useless thing."

With a flash of light and shadow, an old man wearing a black waistcoat appeared. It's teleportation, a unique teleportation of Yuanying's ancestors.

It was Lei Miao, the ancestor of the Hunyuan sect who was in charge of the yuan baby. The yuan baby was really powerful. He rubbed his hands and there was a small current in his palm.

Then, he stretched out his big hand and blocked Fang Xiafei's neck. The three white lights were immediately blocked. The three white lights collided violently with Lei Miao's thunder Hun yuan force in the palm of Lei Miao's grandfather, sending out a crisp crackling arc sound.

And Fang Xiafei, who was saved, had a weak leg and sat on the ground with dementia in his eyes.

"Do you still want to fight with me?" Lei Miao's grandfather snorted.

When the ancestor of Yuanying came out, ye Kong couldn't do it again. He put away the sword silk, put down the sword, and respectfully said, "I've seen the patriarch of Hunyuan sect, and the younger generation of Yunfu sect, followed by Li Heizi."

It was respectful, Lei Miao said with a little smile, "you are really not simple. Cao Guangjiao is good, but I don't know if the sword gas is silky, will Cao Guang old son?"