"The sword force in the first stage actually wanted to compete with me. It was a dream. The momentum came from the heart. It was not in a high position or a strong person. How could the sword force come from the strong?

Fei Qianshan shouted violently, and as soon as he drank, his body was full of fierceness. With a little bit of fierceness, the killing energy in the sword force was greatly enhanced. Putting aside the sword force, this fierceness alone was as real as the essence, enough to defeat any practitioner in the first stage of the sword force.

In fact, it is indeed the case.

Wang Ting was promoted to the Great Perfection of Sword Saint, and with the belief that Yao Shu was the best, he defeated the strongest man in Xuanfeng Continent, and condensed Yao Shu was the first sword. He was invincible and could not break through with all the power. In terms of texture, he was far superior to ordinary swords, but in terms of quantity, he was completely unable to compare with Fei Qianshan.

As a strong man at the peak of the Sword Saint, the sword force is not only condensed but not dispersed, but also integrated into his own spirit. Every move, every word and action can make the sword force exert a stronger suppression. Once he is angry, his heart contains fierce murderous intent, and he will naturally form a thunderous sword force, crushing it down, and Wang Ting's sword force is simply unable to resist.

"Bang!"

The sword force collapsed!

During the shock, Fei Qianshan's substantial sword force slashed down, completely covering Wang Ting's figure.

"Only sword, the sword is a hundred tribulations!"

When the sword was about to completely hit Wang Ting's body, Wei Jian's sword technique finally came out.

There are hundreds of swords and twelve waves, and there are a total of hundreds of sword lights, each wave of which is ten swords.

However, as Wang Ting refined the top-grade hollow crystal, his understanding of space became deeper. When the Yao Sword was used for hundreds of tribulations, the power was even greater. Although he could not use the Ten-State Sword Demon at a higher level, he could condense the ten sword lights in the Yao Sword Demon in the hundred tribulations into one and emit a blow close to the Ten-State Sword Demon.

Although there is only one blow, it is enough to deal with a strong man at the peak of the Sword Saint.

"Bang!Bang!"

Two crisp sounds, two of the ten sword lights instantly disintegrated, and the remaining eight were combined into one in a slight shock. Then, with pure sharpness and sharpness, the powerful sword force was torn apart, and the sword edge pointed straight to Fei Qianshan.

"Be careful of the elder Fei Qianshan."

He hurriedly shouted from Fei Donglai. When he made a sound, the sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, turning into a storm of a violent wind sword that tore through the void, covering the royal court.

"kill!"

The sword shadow strangled, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rolled onto the body of the royal court.

However, before the mid-stage sword saint cultivator showed surprise on his face, Wang Ting's body had disintegrated again, and the power of the eight swords integrated into eight again. Eight phantoms rolled up the sword energy and instantly aimed at Fei Qianshan, who was at the peak of the sword saint, from eight directions, and assassinated from the eight directions. The power contained in each sword was ten times that of ordinary attacks. The sword energy was so profound that it made Fei Qianshan, the peak sword saint, feel creepy.

"What kind of sword technique is this!"

Fei Qianshan shouted loudly from his mouth, and the sword force was broken head-on by the power of the eight swords. In a short period of time, he had no way to condense a new powerful attack again. Faced with the attack of the eight sword edges, he had to stimulate his true energy and domain. The sword in his hand swept over, forming a dazzling sea of ​​fire, illuminating the entire void.

"Exert the power of the domain in front of me?"

The eight phantoms seemed to snort coldly at the same time, and the assassination body rushed directly into the flame domain that was almost burning Yaokong. Ignoring the heat of the flames, the sword front instantly appeared in front of Fei Qianshan.

"not good!"

At the critical moment, Fei Qianshan, the peak swordsman, finally burst out with a powerful force that was not inferior to Juekong Sword Saint. Faced with the siege of the Eight Swords, he seemed to have escaped into a state of emptiness and brightness. His eyes had no focal length, no desire, no thoughts, no thoughts, no self. But in this strange state, he had stimulated his potential to the limit.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The fire is four shè.

Eight sounds spread out in the void at the same time.

Fei Qianshan in Kongming state was assassinated at that critical moment, and destroyed the attacks of the royal court, allowing his figure to reconverge from the state of the eight clones.

"This sword technique..."

The god in Wang Ting's eyes suddenly became solemn.

Since his sword-only swordsmanship, he has never encountered a real opponent. Even if his cultivation is higher than his, he will eventually be defeated by his assassination of this swordsmanship. Especially after he refined the top-grade hollow crystal stone, the changes in this swordsmanship have become more mysterious, and there is a vague way to break away from the mortal swordsmanship and reach the level of the divine swordsmanship.

But now, this swordsmanship has been defeated in the front?

"Old, you have really realized the egoless sword path among the twelve ancient sword paths based on that broken picture!? Have you entered the realm of selflessness?"

Fei Wanhe's eyes appeared in ecstasy, and his tone was full of incredibleness.

"Puchi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Qianshan, who had used the sword technique, had already spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

With one sword, Fei Qianshan broke the swordsman's front face, and it seemed that he had exceeded the limit due to his speed, which had strained his muscles. The rushing true energy injured the tendons and veins and internal organs, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, he did not master the true marrow of this swordsman.

"Elder..."

"The sword technique of entering this place is definitely a shocking moment. I am afraid it is no less than the sixteen strongest sword techniques recorded in the Storm Record of Middle Earth. Except for the real sword power, ordinary sword techniques cannot be resisted. Fei bravely fights them. There are so many evil things. You can go to the Li family and spend a lot of money to invite the Supreme Elder of the Li family to uphold justice for our Fei family."

Fei Qianshan's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear and fear.

"Elder!"

"Go away!"

"Let's go, do you think you can leave?"

Wang Ting moved his figure and his swordsmanship had been used again.

"If the three of us want to escape separately, even the Mahayana of the Sword Strategy will only be able to leave one of us, let alone... the winners and losses between us are not distinguished!"

Fei Qianshan shouted loudly from the mouth and rushed towards Wang Ting again. The sword technique in his hand gradually became unstructured, but among these unstructured sword techniques, it was full of the most strange jingle, just like an entry. When facing a math problem that he could barely do, he had already answered the answer instinctively the moment he reported it. However, when he woke up and carefully calculated the math problem, it took a lot of time.

Wang Ting is not so much fighting with Fei Qianshan, a peak swordsman, but rather fighting with a peak swordsman.

The thought that enters is ninety moments, nine hundred births and deaths in an instant.

It shows how fast the thoughts work.

Even the most advanced light brain in the world in Wangting before, the real computing speed cannot be compared with the subconscious mind of entering the category. Now that Fei Qianshan enters that subconscious mind, it is almost equivalent to a machine that practices swordsmanship to the limit. Even the jing magic power of Wangting in the late stage of the eighth-level Wangting cannot compare with it.

"Ancient Swordsmanship?"

The jing light flashed in Wang Ting's eyes.

Ruosheng Sword flashed with dazzling fire when it collided with Fei Qianshan's sword. In the moment of two, I don't know how many times it had confronted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feiwanhe and Feidonglai and two-way entrance quickly divided into two directions and shè towards the depths of the night sky as fast as possible. Obviously, he went to rescue.

"This is indeed no longer limited to swordsmanship, but a state of mind, a mysterious state similar to the state of idealism. Moreover, this state is not aimed at matter or energy, but... Jing God! Only the supreme mystery among my thirty-six swords, but the realm of me alone is somewhat similar."

During the confrontation, Wang Ting had already peeked at the tip of the iceberg of this swordsmanship.

However, Fei Qianshan, who is at the peak of the sword saint, seems to be unable to master the true meaning of this sword saint at all, or in other words, his realm does not allow him to master the true meaning of this sword saint. As he enters this realm and constantly confronts him, his body is in a state of serious load, and his sword technique has flaws when it is not time.

It's like a computer. Even if it installs the most advanced software for it, its configuration is too old and cannot operate. If it runs forcibly, it will only cause the system to crash.

"Even if I continue to fight with you, in a while, you will die of a collapse in your body, but... the ancient swordsmanship? But that's all. See me break your swordsmanship!"

After mastering the disadvantages of this strange state, Wang Ting had lost the intention to continue fighting. After flashing through Fei Qianshan's continuous assassination in an instant, a dazzling divine light suddenly burst out from his eyes, as if a divine sword that entered the soul, broke into Fei Qianshan's jing divine world, and then suddenly exploded.

"Jing Mysterious Technique-Thunder Realm!"

"Boom!"

The violent roar in the world of jing instantly awakened Fei Qianshan, who was in that wonderful state. In the blink of an eye, his impeccable swordsmanship had become full of flaws.

Not only that, because his body was in an overloaded operation, he could not detect it in that strange state, but at this moment, Wang Ting used the mysterious jing technique to shake out the Thunder Realm. The severe pain in his body almost collapsed. At this moment, the whole body suddenly had an illusion that it seemed that it did not belong to him... "That's the end!"

Wang Ting said lightly, and Ruosheng Sword stabbed out with a sword. The moment Fei Qianshan lost control of his body, the sword edge had already penetrated through his throat.

"Well……"

Looking at the sword that pierced his throat, Fei Qianshan wanted to say something, but Wang Ting did not have the kindness to let him speak. The moment Ruosheng sword pierced his throat, it had already slashed slightly, and the sharp sword energy rolled his head into the void, completely ending the life of this peak sword saint's powerful man.

Take a look at Fei Donglai who had disappeared in the night, Fei Wanhe, Wang Ting did not pursue him anymore, and with a sword, he picked out Fei Qianshan's space ring, and then his figure was flying and landing.
Chapter completed!