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Yuan Futu's faintly inflated natal bead had obviously reached its peak state. Once it was in operation, large strands of Yuan force were derived and turned into a yellow python as thick as the mouth of a bowl coiled around the blade of the Tianyuan sword.

This heavy feeling makes the space blurred, as if every inch contains a palpitating weight.

"Fifteen times mysterious heavy sword!"

In an instant, the situation turned upside down. Yuan Futu unprecedentedly increased the power of the mysterious epee to fifteen times. Contrary to his imagination, that kind of inflated self-confidence made him fearless, and he directly raised his combat power to the peak.

A sword blasted out, and immediately formed a huge sword shadow across the sky, like a giant python crawling in mid-air at a high speed, making a rumbling and vibrating sound, the crushed surface of the arena shook out all the restraining formations, and twisted crazily .

"Good guy, if I didn't build these formations with my own hands back then, I'm afraid this arena would have been smashed to pieces!" Xiao Nan's heart throbbed, his hands trembling involuntarily.

Seeing that the snake-like sword energy was about to collide, Pound was startled and said angrily: "Heretic! I don't care how many secrets you hide, but the god of law is the god of law. How can you be mere Hunyuan?" Can surpass the realm, eight divine thunders, break it for me!"

Thunderstorm's sword was condensed again, and powerful electric awns continued to gather in the void. The sky was densely covered with dense clouds, and the sound of thunder rang out. Countless huge electric awns fell down, which obviously echoed Pound's thunder-type kung fu classics .

"Worthy of being in the realm of the God of Law, the sword art you used can actually echo with the heavens and the earth!" Yuan Futu was shocked by this momentum, and saw that the yellow python collided head-on with the thunderstorm's sword, two extreme horrors The power exploded at the same time, straight into the sky.

Pound's eyes widened, he swallowed his saliva secretly, and thought to himself: "It can actually counteract the power of my thunderstorm sword. Is this really something a practitioner in the Hunyuan realm can do?!"

Fifteen times the mysterious epee, its explosive power is nearly [-] jin. This pure and thick power is stronger than it looks under the effect of the earth element force. I am afraid that among all practitioners in the Hunyuan realm, Looking at the entire imperial court, there are no more than ten people who can achieve this level, and Yuan Futu is obviously the best among them.

"Success!" Yuan Futu was ecstatic in his heart. He was able to defeat Pound's most powerful sword formula, Thunderstorm Sword. In this way, the strength is balanced, and the probability of winning is greatly increased, no longer only one in ten thousand. So slim.

But at this moment, the berserk elements that were constantly exploding in front of him were suddenly shaken open a ring-shaped passage by an extremely fierce force.

In this passage, countless streaks of purple electricity are running wildly like chaotic snakes, and an extremely terrifying murderous intent is approaching from far to near in an instant.

Pong!

Before Yuan Futu could dodge, he was directly hit by this sword intent, and the tattered clothes on his upper body suddenly turned into pieces, as if cut by countless tooth-shaped blades, leaving wounds on his bronze-colored skin , and even some deep visible bones.

With a thud, Yuan Futu fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, all the prestige accumulated earlier disappeared.

Pound was still suspended in the void, maintaining a posture of swinging his sword, but his eyes had been stained blood red, and he exuded a monstrous murderous aura. He said in a cold tone: "My most powerful move is not Thunderstorm One!" The sword, but the "Sky Profound Sword Art"!"

Kill the sword and destroy the gods and Buddhas!

Yuan Futu supported his body in pain and struggled to stand up. He only felt that murderous intent entered his body, transforming into countless tiny sharp edges tearing flesh and bones. This extreme stinging pain from [-] pores made him almost Wanting to die, it is hard to imagine that there is such a violent pain in this world.

Seeing this scene, Jian Twelve suddenly frowned his flat brows, and said in a deep voice, "Pang De unexpectedly became murderous."

Shen Wuyu's expression was ugly, and even ordinary people could sense this kind of pervasive killing intent. According to the rules, the opponent's life cannot be hurt in the sword debate in this arena, but now Pang De He only wanted to kill Yuan Futu.

Nangong Qiushui said lightly: "Sovereign, since Pound has broken the rules, then I will stop this sword debate." While speaking, she flicked her fingertips, and condensed a powerful true essence exuding a terrifying and dark aura.

Jian Twelve shook his head slightly, and said: "Futu's bow has not been fully drawn yet, I really want to see how big his potential is."

Both Shen Wuyu and Nangong Qiushui were startled, the situation had developed to such an extent, and the disparity in strength was such that Yuan Futu would be beheaded if they met each other, but Jian Twelve did not expect to be so calm.

Yuan Futu is a wild man who walked out of Kunlun Mountain. His tenacity and perseverance are much stronger than that of ordinary people. At this time, he showed unprecedented endurance and did not make any evolution. He directly mobilized the pure innate chaos. The sword intent in his body was washed clean, and then he regained his mobility. However, his physical body was seriously injured. Although the bleeding had stopped, his vitality was still gradually weakening.

This sword almost killed him!

Pang De's killing sword was comprehended from Yuan Futu's body. Facing him again at this moment, its power was fully aroused. Now that the killing intent invaded his brain, his sanity had already become unconscious. He just knew that the person in front of him was hateful and hateful. , it is bound to be killed and then quickly.

drink!

In the blink of an eye, Pound's feet rushed to the front as if stepping on lightning, the killing sword erupted again, and the endless killing intent rushed towards his face, making Yuan Futu feel that the surrounding space was still, including himself, he could only move slowly. Only the flying sword in front of him still maintained an astonishing speed.

With just one breath, this sword can pierce the heart.

"turn around!"

Yuan Futu almost gritted his teeth, exhausted all his strength to activate the Gale Seal, and with difficulty escaped from the space of the killing sword, and came to a place more than ten feet away. If it weren't for this Lingbao, he would have died many times now .

"Want to run? Take your life!"

Pang De seemed to have foreseen it a long time ago, and turned around without hesitation. The huge tide of sword intent suddenly changed its direction, and suddenly wrapped Yuan Futu in it.

Yuan Futu only felt that infinite sharpness was surging from all directions, like countless extremely sharp flying swords pointing at him, with nowhere to hide.