If you are invincible in the future, then I will destroy your future!
Fang Xing held the Demon Sword in his hand and dove down from the sky. The six vengeful spirits on the sword opened their mouths and let out silent howls. A sorrowful aura swept down from the sword and mixed with the Demon Sword's unparalleled sword aura. It wrapped around Fusu, and the fierce wind was so strong that it felt as if it was descending from the heavens. In the midst of the rumbling, the sword had already collided with the endless sea of swords that Fusu had conjured. Then, like a sharp knife cutting through tofu, it shattered the endless sword light and sent Fusu flying backward!
Although Fusu's swordsmanship was strong, it was far from being as heavy as the Demon Qi in his swordsmanship!
In an instant, Fusu could slash out four to five times, but Fang Xing could dodge and block. There was no need for him to take every slash head-on …
However, every slash from Fang Xing was sharp and decisive, forcing Fusu to block it with all his might!
"Impossible, impossible, impossible …"
Fusu screamed with all his might, and his sword shot out one slash at a time …
When the sword light shot out, it split into three, forming all sorts of strange sword lights that shot straight at Fang Xing.
Faced with the swirling sword lights in front of him, Fang Xing was as fierce as a demon. His Dharma Form rode on the Demon Sword and forcefully withstood the sword lights. With every slash, countless sword lights were shattered, like snowflakes falling from the sky. And in this snowflake, he strode forward and pressed towards Fusu fiercely. He was like a powerful and unstoppable demon!
"I'm here today to chop you to death!"
Amidst Young Master Fusu's shout, Fang Xing dispersed the boundless sword light with a rumble and charged straight at Fusu.
At this moment, it was clear that he was not only using the demonic sword, but he was also using the martial techniques recorded in the Formation-Breaking Scripture. A bloody battlefield manifested behind him, and a boundless murderous aura was imbued into his sword. The demonic sword that his dharma wielded was frighteningly powerful and indestructible. Like a demon, it charged towards Fusu. Then, its mana exploded and it slashed at Fusu's neck!
"Exactly what Sword Dao did that bastard execute? His Devil Intent is so heavy …"
At this moment, even the Minor Radiance Peak's Yuan Lingxiao couldn't help but cry out loudly, and his eyes stared wide open and were filled with shock.
He did not realize that his palms were already soaked in cold sweat.
Old Immortal Yuan, on the other hand, looked at the ferocious and invincible Fang Xing with a look of deep fatigue in his eyes.
"Impossible, impossible. I'm a Celestial Nascent, and I can see the source of the Great Dao. I can cultivate the Celestial Technique with half the effort and twice the result. How can you be better than me?"
At this moment, Fusu, who had been forced to a corner of the arena by Fang Xing like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, was like a wronged child. His face was filled with unwillingness as he screamed with all his might. Looking at Fang Xing's ferocious dharma with three heads and six arms and the demonic sword that was so strong that it made his body shiver, he even felt a hint of fear. This fear made him feel ashamed and angry. In the midst of despair, he screamed and slashed with the sword in his hand.
Strangely enough, the fear in his heart had imperceptibly tugged at a string in his heart.
When this string was tugged, it also caused his heart to tremble slightly. At this moment, the Three Arts of Dao Creation had stepped into a new realm!
"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"
The light and shadow of the sword trembled, and it had already transformed into three swords. However, this was not the end. The three sword-lights suddenly appeared and disappeared into the void. Then, the sword-lights extended and divided into thoughts. Three swords turned into nine swords, and nine swords turned into twenty-seven swords. In an instant, it was as if twenty-seven Fusu had appeared in the void around Fang Xing at the same time. Each of them gritted their teeth and gathered all their strength to slash at Fang Xing at the same time. All of the sword-lights even enveloped a large net and trapped Fang Xing within it!
Twenty-seven swords!
Just like the Five Thunder Heavenly Spirit Skill, this was almost the highest realm that Fusu could display!
The Three Arts of Dao Creation of the Yuan family were extremely mysterious. One sword could produce three swords, and three swords could produce nine swords. However, this required time. The enemy could not just stand there and let the sword light spread out. Therefore, the performance of this Celestial Method could be judged by the number of swords that the practitioner of this Celestial Method could make in an instant. At that time, Yuan Shaomo was also a sovereign of the Yuan family. However, making nine swords in an instant was already the limit!
In the sword fight just now, Fusu could at most make nine swords in an instant!
However, at this moment, it was as if Fang Xing's domineering and terrifying Devil Sword had forced him to unleash his full potential. In the midst of the fierce battle, he had forcibly increased his cultivation level by an entire stage. In the blink of an eye, he had slashed out twenty-seven times.
"His aptitude is too good …"
At this moment, even Old Immortal Yuan and Yuan Lingxiao sat up straight and stared at Xu Que without blinking.
As elders who knew Young Master Fusu very well, even they were shocked by Fusu's amazing performance at this moment!
Everyone knew that an Immortal Infant was good, but how many people really understood the horror of an Immortal Infant?
In a mere month's time, not only had he cultivated the third thunder in the Five Thunder Heavenly Dipper Technique, but he had also broken through two great realms in the Three Arts of Creation, forcefully transforming from the original Three Arts of Creation into Nine Arts of Creation. Now, he had even broken through in the process of fighting and broke through another realm, becoming Twenty-Seven Arts of Creation. This kind of growth speed was simply terrifying, and it was extremely shocking when one thought about it …
"His potential is even greater than we imagined!"
"No wonder even the Sages have high hopes for him and believe that he can rely on them to resist the Great Tribulation in the future …"
Old Immortal Yuan, who originally felt a trace of guilt toward Fang Xing, was diluted by Fusu's amazing performance at this moment!
After all, Fang Xing's current strength was based on a kind of Sword Principle that he had never seen before, and he relied on a demonic intent. It seemed that he had used some evil method to refine the Divine Soul Power of the six top experts of the Divine Land and added it to his sword to create a demonic art!
And what Fusu had displayed was the real potential, a kind of immeasurable potential for future achievements …
"Oh no …"
At this moment, the Great Golden Crow suddenly jumped up, and the golden feathers on its neck stood up like golden swords.
Li Hongyi and the others also felt their hearts in their throats. In their hearts, they even felt a kind of despair …
In a battle between experts, the situation of the battle changed rapidly. In a flash, Fusu had turned the situation around and forced Fang Xing into a dead end …
In the face of Fusu's sword light, Fang Xing could only use his demonic sword to block it.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" …
Twenty-seven sword lights exploded at the same time and collided with Fang Xing's sword. His body was knocked back nearly a hundred meters, and his face turned livid.
"Evil creature, die!"
After a moment of daze, Young Master Fusu was overjoyed. He also stepped forward and forcibly suppressed his excitement. He shook his arms and activated the Three Secrets of Dao Art Creation. Then, he slashed out one sword after another, turning it into a rain of swords …
Different from the shadows of sword lights just now, the rain of swords this time was unimaginably terrifying.
Each sword was equivalent to the full strength of twenty-seven of him!
"What a powerful Immortal Method, what a terrifying aptitude …"
At this moment, even the golden-eyed young man who was surrounded by the cultivators of the Small Celestial Realm murmured in a low voice, and his eyes shone brightly.
The rain of swords was like a tide and was about to drown Fang Xing!
This great battle was about to come to an end right in front of their eyes …
The hearts of all the cultivators were already at their throats!
However, at this moment, Fang Xing's arrogant laughter suddenly rang out and spread in all directions!
"Why do I feel that you're born to be restrained by me?"
Faced with the twenty-seven swords that Fusu had executed in an instant, Fang Xing's laughter was full of disdain and arrogance. There was even a hint of surprise in his laughter. Then, at this moment, the two arms on his Dharma Form suddenly rose up, one up and one down, one Yin and one Yang, slowly moving like a millstone. Then, a terrifying Heavenly Phenomenon was triggered, and his Qi was integrated into one.
At this moment, his body stopped. After pausing for a tenth of a breath, he stepped on the ground and rushed forward again.
Bang!
The ground where his foot landed directly created a large pit, and his body rushed forward like a meteor.
In front of him, there were countless sword lights that Fusu had slashed out, and each of them was terrifyingly powerful.
It seemed that Fang Xing was courting death by rushing into the area where Fusu's Sword Principle was the strongest.
However, a strange scene appeared. Wherever his body passed, the power of Heaven and Earth surged violently. Every sword light that Fusu slashed out seemed to be aimed at him, but before it could hit his body, it had already been pulled by an invisible force field and slipped away from him. Sometimes, it would turn at a strange angle and rush toward other sword lights, shattering each other and falling to the ground.
Half-step Great Path Method, drawing the divine power of Qi activity!
Amidst this rain of sword lights, Fang Xingze's movement technique was free and unfettered like an immortal. He was faintly discernible as he weaved through the boundless sword lights as if he was walking amidst a field of flowers. Not a single leaf touched his body, and he would occasionally swing his sword to strike down the sword lights that he couldn't dodge …
"How … how is this possible …"
At this moment, Fusu's eyes had already turned blood-red. He gritted his teeth and slashed out the last sword.
However, it was still useless. Fang Xing's body didn't even look fast, and he just rushed toward him with big steps. He didn't deliberately dodge or block, and all the sword lights that slashed at him lost control. They all flew around him, and even collided with other sword lights. It seemed that even these sword lights were afraid of him and were avoiding him. However, in this shocking scene, he actually rushed straight to him, then leaped into the air, turned around and stomped down …
"Bang …"
This time, it was not Fu Su who was sent flying. Looking down from above, the unexpected kick caused Fang Xing, who did not even have time to react, to directly trample down Fu Su's body. The impact shattered the arena within a radius of 100 feet, and Fu Su was forcefully trampled under Fang Xing's feet.
"You have the Great Path Method, but I don't?"
Fang Xing looked down at Fusu's bloodshot eyes, patted his face with his sword, and said with a cold smile.
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