The heavens and the earth turned into a millstone, suppressing the eight ancient swords in the middle.
As Fang Xing's hands moved up and down, one straight and one back, slowly pushing the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth, everything around him began to rumble and undergo a terrifying change. The ground under his feet and the top of the millstone all started to distort and collapse as the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth pushed. The divine power of the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth even affected everything around it. The entire mountain collapsed and was then pushed to the side by the divine power of the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth. With a rumble, the sky above his head suddenly lit up and revealed a starry sky. Clearly, the mountain above his head had already split apart, causing the mountain to collapse and turn into a valley that was exposed to the starry sky.
In this valley, the Little Princess's eyes were wide open as she hid far away. Fang Xing stood in the void in the middle of the valley, pushing the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth with both hands. Eight ancient swords floated around him. The closest one had even pierced three inches into Fang Xing's chest. The one that pointed at his forehead had also touched his skin and even pierced a small red dot!
However, it was also at this moment that the eight ancient swords that were suppressed by the power of the heavens and the earth could no longer move.
As Fang Xing pushed the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth, the eight ancient swords also began to distort and cracks appeared.
"No, this is not fair …"
The eight ancient swords rumbled and Sir Lihen's furious roar rang out.
He realized that he was being suppressed by Fang Xing and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction. Originally, his last attack was as fast as lightning and could have directly crushed Fang Xing. However, because of the Little Princess of Yaochi's attack, he was delayed for a moment. This gave Fang Xing the chance to successfully use the Divine Power of Infinite Connection. Moreover, if it was under normal circumstances, even if most of the sword light was suppressed, as long as there was still one sword light floating outside, he would still be in a position where he was not slow. This was because he originally did not have himself, and the sword light was only a manifestation!
However, at that time, he was truly enraged by Fang Xing's attack and intended to kill his enemy with one strike. He transformed into eight swords and occupied eight positions, intending to crush Fang Xing in one move. However, he had fallen into his trap, causing him to be completely suppressed by this Divine Power …
Faintly, he felt a fatal crisis!
No matter how strong his swords were, they could not split the sky and the earth …
Yet, Fang Xing's Divine Power was clearly based on the heavens and the earth, which could suppress his swordsmanship!
He could not accept this!
He roared angrily and struggled with all his might …
"Hehe, if you want fairness, go play with the mud with a child …"
At this moment, Fang Xing was also gritting his teeth and the veins on his forehead were popping out. The wound on his chest that had been pierced by the ancient swords was bleeding profusely. His hands were also trembling as he forcefully pushed the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth inch by inch. Now, it seemed like he had the upper hand, but in reality, if he relaxed even for a moment and the eight ancient swords pushed forward, he would immediately be crushed to pieces. Therefore, he used all his strength and channeled all his spiritual power. He did not hold back at all.
It could be said that ever since he had destroyed the HuangFu Clan, this was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying situation.
Young Master Lihen was too terrifying!
Compared to the freak of the Yuan family from 700 years ago, Fang Xing felt that he was more of a freak!
According to legend, that freak would train himself to death in order to forcefully cultivate great techniques!
However, this Young Master Lihen had actually forcefully trained himself to death!
This kind of person was basically a madman!
However, at the risk of losing his life, he had finally lured this madman into a trap!
As the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth spun inch by inch, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the eight ancient swords. Then, with a "ding", they shattered into pieces of sword light. Some of the sword light even shattered into even smaller pieces under the pressure of the power of heaven and earth. Now, Fang Xing wanted to use the Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth to completely crush these pieces of sword light into pure divine light. He wanted to completely crush Young Master Lihen's spirit and consciousness that were contained in these swords. He did not believe that this madman would still be able to survive at that time …
Although it was a dangerous situation, he still managed to turn the tables. The eight ancient swords were suppressed and gradually destroyed.
In this battle, the scales of victory were already tilting towards Fang Xing.
However, at this moment, a faint laugh suddenly sounded in the field, "The demon who disturbed the battle of the Demonic Abyss is indeed worthy of his reputation. Huo Er has been training with the sword for ten years and has stepped onto his own path. In a few more years, he will reach the peak of the Golden Elixir realm and be able to cultivate a Supreme Sword Nascent Soul. In my opinion, only Shao-situ of the Fuyao Palace has the ability to compete with him. I did not expect that even he would suffer such a great loss under the tricks of a demon like you. If I did not act, he would have really had a bad start this time …"
The moment he heard this voice, Fang Xing's heart could not help but sink.
Then, he saw several figures appearing in the void around him, and his heart sank even further.
At this moment, his battle with Sir Lihen had split open the mountains and split the earth from within the cave, turning the battlefield into a valley with the starry sky above his head. At this moment, an elder dressed in hemp appeared out of nowhere above the valley. His body was unmoving and his robes fluttered in the wind. It was the Path Master of Lihen Heaven. That person had caught up to them at some point and was watching silently from the sidelines.
There were also several figures appearing around him. They had long beards and white eyebrows and their auras were powerful. They were probably the elders of Lihen Heaven.
Fang Xing had originally wanted to defeat Lord Lihen quickly and then escape. However, he did not expect that he had already fallen into a tight encirclement before the outcome of the battle had been decided. The last glimmer of hope in his heart was immediately shattered. He was like a small beast that had fallen into a swamp.
"Little girl Xiao Qing, since you've helped that demon once, I'll help my disciple once too …"
The Path Master of Lihen Heaven looked at the Little Princess of Yaochi with a smile. He looked like a kind old man, but his gaze made the Little Princess of Yaochi's heart jump. As he spoke, the Path Master raised his hand slightly and a beam of divine light descended. The eight ancient swords that had been crushed by the giant millstone of heaven and earth were suddenly given new life under the divine light and began to move forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"
The eight ancient swords were originally very close to Fang Xing and had been suppressed by the power of the giant millstone of heaven and earth. At this moment, under the push of the divine light, they immediately flew forward. Immediately, several more pierced into Fang Xing's body, causing terrifying wounds. Only the one that pierced the center of his forehead did not continue forward. It was obvious that the Path Master of Lihen did not want Fang Xing's spirit to dissipate.
"Hey, hey … this is not fair …"
Fang Xing was so anxious that he was covered in sweat and shouted with all his might.
"Haha, if you want to be fair, why don't you play with mud with a child?"
The Path Master of Lihen laughed coldly and returned the words that Fang Xing had said to Young Master Lihen.
"Old b * stard, doesn't that mean that you're worse than a child playing with mud?"
Fang Xing was so angry that he cursed. His words made the Path Master of Lihen speechless again …
You can choke people to death when you speak, but in the end, you still have a backup plan when you return your words?
"Hmph, you have a sharp tongue and sharp teeth. What's the point of keeping such a preposterous child?"
The Path Master of Lihen shouted coldly and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He waved his sleeve and divine light descended.
The eight ancient swords that Young Master Lihen had transformed into instantly received a powerful boost and flew forward quickly.
The sword light was eerie and the murderous intent was boundless. It looked like Fang Xing's body was about to be torn to pieces.
At that moment, Fang Xing was also scared out of his wits. He no longer cared about holding back. With a grunt, he gritted his teeth and pushed the millstone of heaven and earth in reverse. The eight ancient swords were piercing forward with unimaginable power, but he did not expect that he would suddenly push the millstone of heaven and earth in reverse. Yin and Yang were reversed in an instant, and the suppressive power turned into a pushing power. Within the area covered by the mana, the power reversed. The advancing became the retreating. The eight ancient swords flew forward at the same speed that they retreated. In an instant, they fled in all directions, cutting down mountains.
Fang Xing was also covered in blood. He staggered, but he gritted his teeth and did not fall. He raised his knife and was about to jump into the air to fight the Path Master of Lihen.
"Demon, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
In the air, several elders of Lihen Heaven shouted coldly. They all flew down and waved their palms to suppress him. Fang Xing was now an arrow at the end of its flight. He had only used the last of his strength to jump, so there was no way he could withstand the suppression of the divine power of the Yuanying elders of Lihen Heaven. He was immediately pressed down on his head. He roared madly and waved the dragon knife, holding the last of his strength to fight.
"Don't kill him. Let Huo 'er kill this villain. He has been in seclusion for ten years and has mastered the Supreme Way of the Sword. Today is his first battle after coming out, but he can only win. Let his sword drink the blood of this demon. It can be considered a sacrifice for his sword!"
The Path Master of Lihen ordered coldly and then shouted into the distance, "Huo 'er, come and kill this man!"
"Thank you, Master …"
In the distance, countless beams of sword light came out from the mountains and turned into the appearance of Young Master Lihen. He bowed and thanked him.
"Let's cut to the chase. You've been in seclusion for ten years, and you've lost your fate. Now is your chance. Use your sword to slay this demon, and you'll gain his fate imperceptibly. It'll be enough to make up for what you've been missing for the past ten years. However, you must remember to leave his spirit behind. This child is related to the fortune of the Hundred Break Mountain. I'm going to refine his spirit into a puppet. When the Celestial Ancestor returns, the fortune of the Hundred Break Mountain will be within our grasp …"
The Path Master of Lihen shouted coldly. He had already determined the fate of Fang Xing.
Young Master Lihen laughed loudly and his eyes were full of killing intent. "Demon, no matter how cunning you are, you will still die by my sword."
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" …
As he shouted, his figure flew into the air and then turned into a sky full of sword rain, flying down.
At this moment, Fang Xing was forcibly suppressed by the elders of Lihen Heaven. He let the sword rain fall like a fish waiting to be slaughtered …
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