Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 101 The Return of Nothing

All the miraculous weapon parts and blanks that Sheng Wuxu Private High School Ocean School had stored for more than [-] years were floating in the air, and they were all returned to their original origin by Mo Feisheng, and thoroughly refined into the purest fantasy sea profound energy.

Mo Feisheng's voice was like a bell, resounding through the void:

"I have a sword, with the turbo dead light cannon as the front, the TIE-style starfighter as the collar, the space jump engine as the spine, the proton torpedo as the scorpion, and the fire control radar as the clip. This sword is used like a thunderbolt. Zhen, in the galaxy, everyone is convinced!"

Mo Feisheng pointed his sword at the sky and controlled it remotely from the air. The mysterious sea-like mysterious energy gradually turned into a 12800-meter-long executor-class star destroyer.

And at the same time, he used his martial arts supernatural powers, transformed into a giant, and floated above the dark blue star destroyer.

The imaginary seaship Sheng Mo ascended, the mechanical tyrant who ruled over tens of millions of administrative stars in the southwestern star area of ​​the world No. 977 on the other side, and swept thousands of light years with one ship. He was known as invincible in the southwest. The only person who could match it in the world No. 977 on the other side ——

"Brother Jiang, please!"

Unfeeling and righteous, the sword is the same.

Invincible in the Northeast, broken Yuejiang late.

Jiang Chi's dead fish eyes seemed to have some inexplicable horror come to life, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Nan Buyan standing behind him immediately revealed his true form, but it was a gigantic sword that was taller than a skyscraper tower.

Beitian Duanyue Knife, this blade is a sharp weapon in the world. It is made of neutron star core dough.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Jiang Chi also used his martial arts supernatural powers to transform himself into a gigantic giant, holding the Beitian Zhanjian Knife in his right hand, and released a phantom shadow thousands of times the size of the blade from the blade.

Jiang Chi raised one knee, raised his knife and flew into the air to catch up to Mo Feisheng in front of him.

"Brother Mo, today it's up to you and me who kills these two fools first."

"Exactly what I want!"

The sword resonates, and the void vibrates.

The four yin demon puppets of the red catastrophe were defeated by the combined attack of the old enemy's swords, and the demon-holding yin essence accumulated by the demon-holding sword spirit for more than a thousand years was rapidly consumed. Huanmo's yin quality is about to bottom out.

……

Yuan Tianren's old eyes opened and closed with a domineering aura, and he was fearless in the face of the four Red Tribulation upper-level Yin Demon puppets encircling him.

Chang Duanxuan has already entered into his impregnable purple mansion with thousands of changes of his true nature and myriad emptiness. His Martial Dao Primordial Spirit is coated with a smooth silver-white mirror surface, and countless lights and shadows are constantly circulating on the mirror surface.

Yuanshen's borrowing is still one step away from completion, but the four red, black and black faceless giants have already rushed over.

Yuan Tianren's old body stiffened suddenly, and an extremely strong force emerged from his self-nature, and he uprightly resisted the four faceless demons that could destroy stars in the world on the other side.

A piece of boundless fresh air containing purple brilliance stood in front of the four faceless Yin Demons, without retreating half a step or giving an inch.

If you fight with people, you will win; if you fight with the sky, you will win against the sky.

In the Trantor family, Yuan Shengtian, the original traveler in the middle world of the Red Tribulation, whose true nature is named——

Victory over the purple air!

The moment the four faceless yin demons were blocked by his authenticity, the silver-white mirror in Yuan Shengtian's purple mansion shone with dazzling light, and all the light and shadows disappeared, leaving only a figure in a blue shirt with a sword in the mirror.

The blue-clothed swordsman who appeared in the mirror was not tall, and his appearance was not impressive, only the black-purple skeleton sword on his back was a little strange.

There seemed to be countless ghosts whining in the eyes of the blue-clothed swordsman, and boundless resentment stirred up the boundless void, but he smiled lightly and didn't care at all.

"Borrowing from the primordial spirit, the Sword Immortal is Wuxu!"

Yuan Shengtian and Chang Duanxuan's martial arts primordial spirits changed rapidly, interfering deeply with the real world with profound supernatural powers.

The piece of purple air that was like a purple cloud gathered and dissipated.

I saw Yuan Shengtian's old face rejuvenated, a crane cloak turned into a green shirt, and a dark purple bone evil sword condensed out of the void and landed gently in his hand.

The Demon-Holding Sword Spirit, who was locked by the bright yellow Zhoutian Realm, almost went crazy, and the dark purple sword light flickered non-stop.

"You two dog slaves who are not as good as pigs and dogs, how dare you blaspheme your master's beauty!

I'm going to kill you, kill you! "

Yuan Shengtian and Chang Duanxuan, who were in harmony with each other, laughed, and said loudly with overlapping voices:

"After Sheng Wuxu's death, apart from you, the Demon-Holding Sword Spirit, those who have the deepest connection with him are us Yin Demon puppets.

For more than a thousand years, the two of us have traveled through the ruins of the Sword Immortal to figure out Sheng Wuxu's authenticity and sword intent.

There is no way, when people get old, it is inevitable that they will become the person they hated the most in the past.

Huo Mo, do you think we act like good masters of your dog?

Don't hurry up and call the master to come and listen. "

The Huanmo Sword Spirit was furious, and urged the four faceless Yin Demons to attack again and again, only to find that an evil force of the same quality and origin came from the bone evil sword in Yuan Shengtian's hand, and it was fiercely competing with it for the four faceless demons. Control of the Headless Yin Demon.

Although the strength of the fake sword was not as strong as it, it was still impossible to tell the winner.

The four red-headed faceless yin demons screamed under the pull of two evil forces, and the huge body hundreds of feet high collapsed and turned into four fuzzy yin essences, twisting and deforming in the void, Torn apart.

A moment later, the ten faceless yin demons were defeated one after another by Yuan Shengtian, Chang Duanxuan, Mo Feisheng, Jiang Chi and others.

The dark purple light of the Demon Sword Spirit was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, and the light of the evil sword was almost invisible under the yellow light of the Zhoutian Realm's forbidden light.

Yuan Shengtian and Chang Duanxuan's transformed Wuxu Sword Immortal walked up to the bright yellow ball formation, and stretched out their hands to grab the Demon-Holding Sword Spirit within.

"Huanmo, come and taste what it's like to be a dog to your enemies."

"Don't think about it!"

The Demonic Sword Spirit summoned up its last strength, and repaired all the cracks that had been eroded on the Zhoutian Realm with painstaking efforts for more than a thousand years, and there was no flaw in the ball array formed by the bright yellow triangular array symbols.

Yuan Shengtian and Chang Duanxuan's transformed Sheng Wuxu had just touched Zhou Tianjie's ban, and their entire arms turned into nothingness.

The weak voice of Huanmo Sword Spirit came from Zhou Tianjie's forbidden area:

"Even if I'm trapped in the Heavenly Zhou Realm, I won't fall into the hands of you dog slaves!"

The dead souls under the sword gathered next to the group of heavenly circles, trying to break through the thin layer of heavenly circles, but broke their knives and halberds on the bright yellow triangular symbols.

Even Jiang Chi's Beitian Duanyue knife made of neutron star core dough could not maintain its shape after touching the Zhoutian Realm.

Chang Duanxuan broke away from Yuan Shengtian's purple mansion with a thousand traces of change, stroking his beard solemnly.

"The Demonic Sword Spirit is the control center of the Sword Immortal Ruins. This layer of the Heavenly Circle Ban is actually the projection and manifestation of the Heavenly Circle Taboo covering the entire Sword Immortal Ruins. It is not easy to break through it. Fortunately, the Huanmo Having cut off his limbs, he can no longer arbitrarily interfere with the operation of the Sword Immortal Ruins.

I still have a lot of time to study the way to crack it. "

"I'll try Yuegang again."

Zhao Gufeng condensed a bit of unparalleled Yuehua Gangqi on his index finger, and slowly pointed towards the layer of Zhoutian Realm that shrouded the Demon-Holding Sword Spirit.

……

"Didn't you say you wouldn't die?"

Liang De held Thripa's vest with his right hand, continuously inputting natural divine power to repair her body, but her martial arts primordial spirit and soul were already on the verge of collapse due to an over-limit explosion, and no amount of natural divine power input would help.

The triangular head on the side shook his head and said:

"I think you don't understand at all. The more beautiful a woman is, the more she can deceive people. How can you believe her words?"

Thrips' weak voice was intermittent, and Liang De could barely hear it when he unfolded his warrior spiritual sense.

"Tell Master Zhao...I used my life...to do what I wanted to do, and I became stronger...I...don't regret it."

The enemy-finding circuit has collapsed, and the landmarks branded on the soul by the organization will also dissipate with death.

The last bit of steel blue in this stubborn woman's eyes completely dissipated, and she slowly closed those eyes that were as clear as cold springs.

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