The reality was very cruel. Until Fang Yin shattered all the flying swords that Fan Mengyixin sacrificed, he did not use any special means.

But just as Fang Yin thought the victory was about to be done, Fan Mengyi actually sacrificed twelve flying swords!

What's going on? How many flying swords does this girl have?

"You guess."

As if he understood the doubts in Fang Yin's eyes, Fan Mengyi used a flying sword to block the attacking silver round blade while provoking proudly.

It turned out that in order to learn weapon refining techniques over the years, Fan Mengyi refined all the monster materials she obtained when she protected Luo Hong on a deserted island into flying swords.

At this time, the flying sword in the storage bag was enough for her and Fang Yin to fight for seven or eight rounds.

After being provoked, Fang Yin did not get angry. This matter was particularly serious for him, and the pressure forced him to remain calm.

After several strong attacks, he was blocked back by Fan Mengyi's sword net, Fang Yin found that the speed of the opponent's magic power consumption was very different from that of him.

After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that Fan Mengyi was using the flying sword to exchange for his magic power, and in turn adopted his tactics to try to exhaust him.

No, if this continues, I may lose!

A decisive blow must be used to break the opponent's consumption tactics.

Fang Yin's eyes condensed, and suddenly recalled two silver round blades. He pressed his palms on his chest, combined the two round blades into one, and frantically transmitted magic power to it.

The rotation speed of the silver round blade suddenly accelerated, and a light blade with a slightly lighter color radiated from the edge. The round blade, which was originally the size of a palm, suddenly expanded to a four-foot diameter, and its power increased sharply.

Still not satisfied, Fang Yin hesitated for a moment and put away the defensive magic weapon in front of him, instilling more magic power into the silver round blade, which increased the light blade it emitted by two feet.

Although he only had a protective spirit shield to defend himself, even if the opponent's intermediate flying sword was blessed by mysterious sword control techniques, it would be difficult to break the protective spirit shield of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, so Fang Yin believed that this move was not a risky move.

The greatly increased silver round blade made Fang Yin feel uncontrollable. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He pointed at Fan Mengyi and made the silver round blade that was half a foot huge shot out.

Because of its power, Fang Yin needs to control it with all his strength and do not have any distractions. The opportunity for Fan Mengyi to turn the tables is at this moment!

I saw that the flying swords inserted into the ground around Fang Yin suddenly lit up again, and they rose into the air with a "swish" and hung in the sky high in a person, forming a ten-foot-square-circle.

"The sword rises!"

With a call from Fan Mengyi, the twelve flying swords surrounded by Fang Yin were immediately enlightened.

Sensing the huge fluctuations of spiritual energy, Fang Yin looked up in horror and saw a two or three-meter-long Red Flame Sword quickly formed four or five meters above his head.

No, look at the power of this move. I will definitely die without magic weapons.

Fortunately, although the Red Flame Sword was formed quickly, it was not as fast as the silver round blade. Fang Yin could survive the crisis as long as he defeated Fan Mengyi first!

Fan Meng, you can do it all the time, or you miss the speed of my magic weapon. You can only drive one set of flying swords at a time, and you will be defeated... How is that possible!

When Fang Yin's gaze returned to Fan Mengyi, he was shocked to see that the woman not only had the strength to drive the half set of flying swords left at hand, but also was sacrificing a new set of flying swords from the storage bag.

Under the control of this woman, the sword group rushed towards the silver giant blade flexibly, without any difficulty.

Only then did Fang Yin realize that he was being fooled, but at this time there was no way to go. He could only hope that his magic weapon could break through Fan Mengyi's sword group and defeat the other party first.

The means of being able to control multiple sets of flying swords is Fan Mengyi's trump card that has been hidden by Fan Mengyi. In fact, it can be understood if she originally practiced at the first level of Dayan Jue and could control a whole set of flying swords. Now that she has practiced at the second level, she naturally has more controls.

But only the quantity and the quality of the flying sword is not good, it is still impossible to defeat Fang Yin.

Therefore, Fan Mengyi relied on the final killer move that Luo Hong refined for her.

Because when refining the sword, Luo Hong couldn't help but think of the Great Geng Sword Formation of Old Demon Han, and also tried to integrate the formation into this set of flying swords.

Since there are only twelve flying swords, the formation in it is not a earth-shaking formation, but a small formation created by Luo Hong.

Once this formation comes out, it can draw out the spiritual energy from the flying sword to gather together, simulating the most powerful sword-control technique that a monk in the Foundation Establishment stage can perform - [Giant Sword Technique]!

With Fan Mengyi's current state, using the sword formation magical powers in the flying sword, plus sacrificing the sword to protect herself, will consume almost all her magic power.

After all, Fang Yin is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. If he has magic weapons to protect himself, even if he is hit by giant swordsmanship, he will be seriously injured at most. At that time, he will win against Fan Mengyi who has exhausted his magic power.

Therefore, Fan Mengyi deliberately forced Fang Yin to fight quickly, luring him into the idea of ​​accomplishing his achievements in one battle, put away the protective magic weapon that had a large amount of magic power, and made a full-strength attack.

As the intermediate flying swords were broken, the silver giant blade was continuously hit by the center point on its side. In addition to the double pressure of Fang Yin's magic power and psychological pressure, it eventually became unstable and deviated from the flight route and passed by Fan Mengyi a foot.

At this time, the Red Flame Sword was completely formed, and Fan Mengyi pressed her right hand hard and shouted:

"fall!"

Suddenly, like the heavenly punishment came to the world, the two or three feet long Red Flame Great Sword fell rapidly with a terrifying power.

Fang Yin tried to avoid it, but when he was in the formation, his aura was locked tightly, and he could not avoid it at all.

"Give up! I'll give up!"

Finally, under the threat of death, Fang Yin did not care about his future reputation and shouted in dismay.

Although using the sword formation to perform giant sword techniques, the casting speed and power are far superior to those used by the monks themselves, they are not so flexible in control, so Luo Hong carved the formation pattern of seeking the enemy.

At this moment, Fan Mengyi didn't want to kill anyone, so she tried hard to deviate from the whereabouts of the Red Flame Sword.

As a result, Fang Yin was at most injured by the aftermath and suffered some hardships.

However, at this moment, the mutation suddenly broke out, and a yellow light flew from nowhere, and appeared under the Red Flame Great Sword, turning into a brass round bowl with patterns on the surface.

As soon as the Red Flame Great Sword came into contact with the round bowl, it was sucked in like a mud cow entering the sea.

Then the brass round bowl flipped the angle and pointed the opening at Fan Mengyi. The next moment, the Red Flame Sword flew out from it.

All this happened too quickly, and no one in the Qingling Sect had time to react.

As the person involved, Fan Mengyi only had time to develop it. She didn't know whether the spirit turtle amulet could block the magical powers of my sword formation, and her eyes were covered by red fire.

After a loud "boom", Fan Mengyi opened a closed eye because of tension, and was surprised to find that she was unharmed. A black spiritual cover blocked the Red Flame Sword.

Huh? Isn’t the spirit turtle amulet blue?

Fan Mengyi looked at her shoulder in confusion, but saw that the talisman was still pressing against her shoulders, but it was not stimulated.

Then this...

"Who is the one who takes action? This is the grudge between the Huajian Sect and the Qingling Sect. Since the fellow Taoist dares to intervene at will, won't he dare to show up and see him?"

At some point, Liu Tianfang, the current leader of the Huajian Sect and the only cultivator in the sect, appeared on the heads of a group of disciples of the Huajian Sect.

Liu Tianfang was wearing a more luxurious Huajian School costume. Although he looked old, his pair of Danfeng eyes shone out. The low-level monks who were swept by him could not help but avoid their sight.

The brass round bowl flew obediently to the right palm that he raised flat beside him, and turned around. It was obvious that he was the one who took action just now.

"Luo doesn't like someone who bullies the youngest the most. What are you doing when you fight with the younger generation? Do you want to be in a face?!"

A voice suppressing anger came from the clouds. Luo Hong fell from the sky alone and soon flew above Fan Mengyi.

"A fellow Taoist is a member of the Qingling Sect? If you act so casually and speak wildly, aren't you afraid of Xinggong's blame?"

Because he could not sense Luo Hong's aura, Liu Tianfang couldn't help but feel trembling, and his arrogant arrogance suddenly weakened, and he carried out the Star Palace to suppress Luo Hong.

"Please restrain yourself, two seniors, please restrain yourself. Now the demon clan is powerful, so don't let the two seniors get angry because of some trivial matters."

The disciple of the Huang surnamed Xinggong bowed to both sides, then took out a magic weapon similar to the image-taking bead and activated it.

"You want to favor him?"

Luo Hong frowned deeply. He was not afraid, but he and Old Demon Han were asking for Yu Ling Yuling. The first day he went to the island, which was really a bit bad.

"Senior has misunderstood. I'm just a truthful record. Senior Liu has made an interference in the battle. I'll report it myself. I believe that the elders and guardians will punish you."

The monks surnamed Huang have the arrogance of most Star Palace disciples, and they are neither humble nor arrogant at the moment.

Of course, this is also the result of the Huajian Sect thinking that he won the victory and did not write anything on him. Otherwise, who would not be able to get along with the Spirit Stone? Don’t think that the disciples of Xinggong are very wealthy.

"You junior, don't talk nonsense. How could you see me interfering with me?

When Mr. Fang gave in, I lost the Huajian Sect, and the battle was over!

I took action just to teach this ignorant junior. She dared to humiliate my blood relatives so much. Could it be that I can't teach a female cultivator a lesson for a foundation-building cultivator as a mid-stage monk in the process of elixir?!"

Liu Tianfang heard Luo Hong's voice soften, mistakenly thinking that he was afraid of Xinggong and that he should not be much more powerful. He just had some kind of isolated and detectable treasure, so he could not sense the other party's breath.

It turned out that Liu Tianfang was not in the competition venue, but the Honglian was somewhat related to him.

It is precisely because of such a love that Honglian can practice the evil skill of absorbing people's essence in the Huajian School.

Just now, Honglian was defeated by Fan Mengyi and was in a mess and had no face. She called out the notes to try to vent her anger for Liu Tianfang.

Liu Tianfang was already worried about this battle, and when he saw Honglian give him an excellent excuse to intervene, he came happily.

At this time, Liu Tianfang hated Luo Hong so much that his teeth were itchy. If he hadn't been thrusting his way into a single move, he would have destroyed the female cultivator of the Qingling Sect and traded with the elder Xinggong who was in charge of the matter, and would have turned black and white and swallowed the sect foundation that the Qingling Sect disciples brought to Nanli Island.

After all, it is simple to make a choice for a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect with a sect

But now, Liu Tianfang had to give up planning first and find a way to preserve his face.

"What Senior Liu said is also reasonable, and Fellow Daoist Fan's actions are indeed suspected of intentional humiliation."

Even high-level monks above Jiedan are to win over even Xinggong. The face of Jiedan monks is damaged, so it is natural to teach low-level monks a lesson.

Although the monk surnamed Huang is not stupid, he knows that the actual situation is not the case, he cannot stop him as long as he is within the scope of the rules.

"What's wrong with Fellow Daoist Liu? Our chess game is only halfway through. You can't just find an excuse to escape when you're at a disadvantage."

A cheerful voice came from the horizon. After a while, an old Taoist priest wearing a soap green Taoist robe appeared beside Liu Tianfang.

"Ah, fellow Taoist Ren, I have only had a small misunderstanding with this fellow Taoist, and it has been solved in a moment."
To be continued...