square inch kill

Chapter 104 The sword is broken, the bone is hard to bend! [fourth more]

"puff!"

The momentum was like a rainbow, and the backhand was almost solid, directly crushing the unformed killing intent in the square inch, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person retreated five steps in succession, leaving five clear footprints on the ground, however Even so, Fang Cun still persevered and did not kneel down.

"Zheng!"

Taking advantage of this retreating momentum, Fang Cun finally drew his sword out, and his monstrous killing intent grew wildly with this sword!

"kill!"

Seven Kills Sword Code, the first form!
The word "kill" suddenly burst out from his mouth, and the killing intent on Fang Cun's body was multiplied by this sword skill, and he swept away his weakness, and once again confronted the opponent's reality.

"How courageous!" A gleam of brilliance suddenly shot out from his eyes, and the master of the Jiange Pavilion took another step. The fierce sword energy seemed to tear apart the space, making bursts of piercing sounds.Fang Cun's sword skill was suppressed abruptly, and he couldn't make a move at all.

Out of the sword?Such an ant-like existence dared to strike at him with a sword?It's just ridiculous.

With his status, not to mention the Xuan rank, even some strong men who have just stepped into the heaven rank, don't have the courage to use a sword against him!

At this moment, the Lord of the Jiange Pavilion couldn't help but feel a little bit of annoyance in his heart. A mere black-rank boy actually challenged his majesty again and again. Could it be that he really thinks that a heaven-rank strongman is a radish and cabbage?

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountains, and the upper part is the sun and stars. It is called Haoran to people, and it is full of heaven and earth."

Unexpectedly, even if the sword pavilion master raised his aura again, and even vaguely derived a trace of sword energy, not only did he not subdue Fang Cun, but instead aroused the pride in Fang Cun's heart, an invisible fighting spirit suddenly broke out.

Reading out the poem word by word, Fang Cun's whole body seemed to be inspired by the awe-inspiring righteousness in the poem, and his chest stiffly puffed out.

Upright song!
At this moment, Fang Cun seemed to really transform into the righteousness of heaven and earth, his eyes were full of light, and he evolved into heaven and earth.

"Emperor Road should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tuming Court. See you when the season is poor, and hang on to the pictures one by one!"

As the voice fell, Fang Cun seemed to break free from the shackles of the world, and the half-style sword skill that was suppressed just now was released completely.

The bloody killing character suddenly took shape in the air, turning into a terrifying sword energy and bursting out of the air.

"boom!"

Raising his hand slightly, and stretching out his finger lightly, the monstrous sword energy immediately melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun, not even touching the corner of his clothes.

However, this sword shocked the Lord of the Jiange Pavilion, but it was undoubtedly the same as a thunder on the ground!
Until now, he couldn't figure out what kind of power it was that could support a mere mysterious kid, break through the restraint of his aura, and forcibly slash out with this sword.

Although the sword energy is not strong, the meaning contained in this sword is absolutely shocking.

The owner of the Jiange Pavilion is almost certain that if he is in a different place, he will definitely not be able to do this. How shocking it is!

This son is extraordinary!

At this moment, the Jiange Pavilion Master finally understood why a monstrous genius like Xiang Kong died at the hands of this ugly kid in front of him.

"What a heaven and earth has righteousness, okay, you are proud enough to rely on this sword alone!" There was a sharp light in his eyes, but the master of the Jiange pavilion immediately put away his terrifying aura, and when he slashed out with Fangcun's sword, he If you break free from the confinement and break the aura, even if you apply more pressure, it will be useless.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that even he had to do it himself if he wanted to take an inch.

Turning your fingers into swords, there is no shocking sword energy, no frightening sound of wind and thunder, just a simple point out, it is like a punishment from heaven and earth, there is no way to avoid it.

If ordinary people are watching the battle, they will not be able to see the slightest mystery from this finger, but if it is the existence of the King of the Northern Territory, they will be able to find that this casual finger already has the faint meaning of transforming the way of heaven.

At this moment, time seemed to have paused, and his square-inch mind quickly played back the scene where Dionysus Xiaoyaozi used wine as a sword to severely injure the strong man of the Xuan rank.

This finger actually has the same effect as it.

This is the real control over the power of heaven and earth. With a single thought, sealing off the world, let alone avoiding it, even moving a little finger is an extravagant hope.

"road!"

At this moment, Fang Cun seemed to have returned to the time when he was looking at the Tao character on Fang Cun Mountain and contemplating the greatness of the world.

All day long, the grand avenue of the grand opening of the universe circulates.

All of this is a long story, but in reality, it is just a blink of an eye.

The owner of the Jiange Pavilion naturally didn't know what kind of miraculous situation Fang Cun had entered at this moment, he just thought that Fang Cun was frightened stupid by this sword.

Within a few breaths, a finger lightly tapped down!
"Ding!"

Almost at the moment when that finger was about to touch Fang Cun's body, Fang Cun's body suddenly moved, and without knowing how to move, the Qiushui Sword in his hand met the finger of the Jiange Pavilion Master with precision.

A random sword seems to coincide with the principle of heaven and earth. Even with the strength of the Jiange pavilion master, he can't understand the dao rhyme of this sword. It's like Fang Cun's luck. tip.

With a clear sound, even the Qiushui Sword, a magical weapon, could not stop the blow of a strong man like the Jiange Pavilion Master. After hearing a click, the Qiushui Sword in Fang Cun's hand suddenly broke into two pieces, and at the same time, Fang Cun His body was thrown flying out of nowhere, the person spurted a mouthful of blood in the air, and instantly hit the wall of the house behind him, piercing through the wall abruptly, and fell to the ground.

Slightly stunned, the Pavilion Master of Jiange thought carefully about Fang Cun's sword just now, but he couldn't understand it after all, shook his head slightly, let go of that other kind of thoughts, and sighed softly.

Regarding his own strength, he knew better than anyone else. Although this blow didn't kill him instantly, it was still enough to seriously injure him, making him unable to struggle anymore.

It is really a pity that such a talented person is about to die in his own hands.

"Forget it, take him back to Jiange, make him kneel in front of Kong'er's tomb, and kill himself."

It's just that, before such a thought was completely dismissed, Fang Cun slowly stood up again amidst the ruins of the wall. Although his body was covered in dust and his clothes were already messed up, his waist was still straight. A pair of eyes are still full of clarity, without the slightest fear or retreat.

"Sorry, my leg hasn't been broken yet, so I can't kneel down!" There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, Fang Cun said proudly, "Didn't the pavilion master hear that the moon is not damaged by the light, and the sword is not broken?! My Fang Cun A majestic seven-foot man, standing tall in the sky and the earth, has he ever been afraid of people?!"

Zongheng was in a desperate situation, and the assassin's waist had never been bent halfway.

Although the strength is not as good as the opponent's, and things happened too hastily, there is no chance to react at all, but the pride that belongs to the assassin will never fade away.

The sword is broken, the bone is hard to bend!

(End of this chapter)