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With a deep roar, the frozen loess cracked instantly, and seven soil thorns rose from the ground. Yuan Futu's face was a bit unsightly. This is already his ultimate strength. Right now, he is immersed in the courageous sword slashing. In the artistic conception of Bahuang, the intention is to forcefully infuse this artistic conception into the soil thorn.

However, at the moment when the two forces touched it, one of the soil thorns disintegrated, turned into powder-like sand, and fell profusely on the ground.

Yuan Futu shook his head, he could feel how powerful this kind of sword intent was, so strong that the soil thorn itself could not carry this force, let alone release it through the soil thorn.

In a few hours, he tried many times, but he could only watch the soil thorns disintegrate, and a little bit of energy was passing away.

"Isn't this method going to work?" Yuan Futu's face was tired and he frowned depressedly. He obviously didn't know how difficult it is to combine the two exercises, especially the two classics with a difference of three ranks, let alone one Practitioners who have entered the realm of enlightenment, even those as powerful as Shen Wuyu, would not try it lightly.

Lying on the bed, he felt powerless all over his body. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a very ominous feeling suddenly hit his heart. After hunting in the deep mountains for many years, he was very familiar with this instinctive sense of crisis. Especially when life is at stake.

This dangerous atmosphere came from all directions, and he found that several uninvited guests were gradually approaching the wooden house. The powerful elemental force did not restrain itself, but seemed to show his strength and the hidden in this elemental force. Fierce rage and vigorous killing intent.

In an instant, a sword light came from far to near, coming from outside the window, accompanied by a sharp scream, Yuan Futu could almost smell the Lei Yuan force seeping out of the sword light, destroying the dead, killing and decisive.

bass!

With a touch of his toes, Yuan Futu dodged away like a rabbit, and the wooden bed behind him exploded with a bang, and the shattered sawdust was wrapped in flames and turned into ashes.

"Bastard!" Yuan Futu yelled, jumped out of the window, rolled on the ground, and ran away without thinking, and there were a few black shadows standing not far behind him, although he couldn't see his face clearly, But he knew exactly who the owner of this thunder force was!

With years of experience in escaping in the deep mountains, Yuan Futu moved very strangely, running along a special trajectory in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo behind him exploded, followed by several sword glows, slightly different It will be ground into minced meat.

"Soil thorn!"

With his hands in seals on his chest, the remaining strength propped up a few earth thorns behind him, blocking the sweeping sword light with a few bangs, allowing him to breathe for a moment.

The opponent's realm is approaching the god of law, he can't resist at all, he can only run away with all his strength!

At the end of the bamboo forest is a cliff with towering cliffs. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, you can only see the thick white mist billowing and rolling, exuding a piercing chill.Such a cliff is as deep as [-] zhang, if anyone has not cultivated Yuanshenhai to the Hunyuan realm, and does not know how to fly with a sword, anyone who jumps off it will be smashed to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the edge of the cliff, feeling the awe-inspiring chill, but the murderous aura behind him was getting closer.

"If you want to run, die!"

That gloomy voice sounded, full of anger that had been suppressed for a long time, and that thunder-like sword had struck. , before touching the physical body, Yuan Futu already felt as if his whole body was pierced by thousands of needles and arrows, the pain was unbearable, and his footsteps seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.

This is a kind of artistic conception, a kind of artistic conception that he has perceived before!

"Killing Sword! He actually cultivated into Killing Sword!"

Yuan Futu never expected that he would successfully cultivate the killing sword in "Tianxuan Sword Art" so quickly, especially when he integrated it into Lei Yuanli, and let out the killing taste that destroys everything perfectly.

boom!

The sword intent exploded in front of him, and Yuan Futu saw that strands of electric light were like countless shining earthworms quickly climbing towards him, and the places they passed suddenly appeared scorched black. Signs, flesh and blood are being torn, and the whole body is wrapped in this killing atmosphere, as if being cut into pieces by thousands of knives, the pain is unbearable, which makes him roar hysterically.

He suddenly discovered that this sword intent did not kill him in an instant, but formed an unstoppable force and moved forward.

Yuan Futu kept stepping back with heavy steps, and was about to fall off the cliff. He jumped forward with all his strength, but just as he was in the air, he found that the air suddenly became abnormal as if it had been filled with lead and iron. It was hard and heavy like a mountain, and at the same time, he saw the black shadow's seal not far away.

This is the Earth Elemental Power Jue!

"Son of a bitch!!!!!"

The soles of Yuan Futu's feet were empty, and he fell fiercely towards the cliff, fell into the boundless darkness, was swept away by the cold mist, and disappeared immediately.

Several black shadows stood on the edge of the cliff, listening to the reverberation of the scolding, which lasted for a long time.

"Boss, no matter what, he is the only heir of Fang Huanzhen, and he also holds the position of elder. If we kill him like this, it will be known that we will pay with our lives!" An inner disciple said with some fear.

Standing at the forefront, Pound took off Lianyi's black hat, revealed his stern face, and said in a deep voice, "Who said we killed him? He doesn't have the ability to control a sword. It was a mistake to fall into the cliff. We have nothing to do with him." Nothing to do."

The disciple on the side frowned and said: "But you have already challenged him, why didn't you discuss the sword... By the way, when did you practice the sword?"

"His many humiliations before made the killing intent in my heart increase day by day. After many days of immersion in it, I gradually understood some mysteries, but only by killing him can I vent my sword intent, and this killing sword can be considered formed. Now everyone Knowing that I have made an appointment with him to fight on the sword, no one will doubt me when I kill him at this time, and it coincides with Lin Waner's retreat, without anyone noticing!" Pang De couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart, it can be said that Yuan Futu made his killing Sword, and Yuan Futu must be killed with this sword, this kind of sword intent can be regarded as a true mastery.

"He is only in the realm of entry. He fell into such a deep cliff and received your killing sword. There is no possibility of surviving."

Pound snorted heavily, with a stern look on his face, and said: "I just want him to know that anyone who opposes me will die, and those who dare to humiliate me will die without a burial!"