Battle of the Roads

Chapter 526 Death Sword

This is the unique sword intent on the sword-scarred boulder. It is extremely fierce. If the cultivation base is slightly weak, it will not be able to bear it at all, but Fang Zhe's cultivation base is not weak now, and he can already bear it. If it is still in the middle stage of alchemy Well, as long as he looks twice more, he will be able to attack his heart with energy and blood. If he continues to persevere, he may die violently.

Now, although I still feel a little uncomfortable, I can bear it for about an hour at a time!
After taking several deep breaths in a row, Fang Zhe calmed down his mind, and then tried his best to see the sword marks on the sword mark boulder clearly, and speculated on possible sword moves based on these sword marks.

But an hour later, Fang Zhe closed his eyes with nothing, and began to meditate to recover his energy!
In the past hour, just like his previous 30 years, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't comprehend even the slightest sword move from those sword marks.

After about three hours of meditation and rest, Fang Zhe opened his eyes again!
Just like in the past, the moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to see countless sword shadows stabbing towards him. If it was the past, he would keep his mind and watch the sword marks on the boulder wholeheartedly!
But this time, he didn't do that. Anyway, he failed to comprehend it for so long, and now it's not too late, so he just let his mind wander in the shadow of the extremely fierce sword.

But soon, Fang Zhe's complexion suddenly changed!
Moments later, he let out a scream, and then flew back unexpectedly. At the same time, the sword embryo in his dantian was sacrificed in an instant, and it turned into a three-foot long sword in his hand in an instant.

I saw him looking around, as if he was on guard against some enemy, but this state only lasted for a short moment before Fang Zhe suddenly gave a wry smile.

However, after a wry smile, I saw him showing a thoughtful expression, and then showing ecstasy!

"That's right, that's right, it must be like this!"

Then, I saw him sitting cross-legged again, and after taking several deep breaths in a row, he opened his eyes again!
In an instant, countless sword shadows struck again, but this time, he didn't look at the sword marks on the boulder, nor did he care about those sword shadows that seemed to be piercing himself.

Opening his eyes as if he didn't see anything, he felt the extremely fierce sword intent!
For the first time, he didn't try to escape those fierce sword intents, but let himself feel and even blend into them.

From the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear a roar, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear a low cry, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to hear unwillingness, in the shadow of the sword, he seemed to see the sky being torn apart The endless void.

This feeling is quite wonderful, as if these sword shadows contain some kind of emotion, Fang Zhe can truly feel it.

At this moment, Fang Zhe seemed to be able to imagine that it was an epic battle.

The white-clothed immortal holding the Xuntian Sword looked up at the sky. There were bursts of weeping from above the sky, and he murmured with a trace of reluctance, but quickly lowered his head again, deep in the dark void in front of him. There was a roar from everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a little light appeared in the depths of the void ahead, no, it was a combination of three different colors of light. It was an irregular boulder, and on top of the boulder stood a man in black and white hair. The man, he seems to be laughing, laughing wildly!

The immortal in white seemed to be muttering something, but still showing a determined expression, he drew out his long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the white-haired man in black on the boulder in front of him. The word Xuntian on the sword shone with golden light!

The black-clothed white-haired man seemed to be laughing wildly without any movement, but the surrounding space was constantly disappearing, sweeping towards the white-clothed man like a breaking wave.

At this time, the Xuntian sword in the white-clothed immortal's hand moved, without much movement, just waving it slightly in front of him, and there was no sharp sword energy, and there was no earth-shattering loud sound.

However, at this moment, the man in black on the opposite side showed a look of horror, and he was still cursing something, but in the next moment, his body gradually turned into powder, as if countless thousands of people were covered in dust in a sealed space. Years of rotten wood met the wind and instantly turned to ashes.

At the same time, countless sword marks appeared on the three-color boulder under his feet in an instant, and then fell from the air, falling towards the endless void!
And the white-clothed fairy who issued this sword still has the same expression, not even the slightest change in his expression, he still maintains the previous determination and reluctance, standing in place as if petrified, but as the breeze blows slowly, his whole body People also slowly turn into ashes and go with the wind!

Fang Zhe didn't actually see this scene at all, he just had such a desolate and sad feeling, but these sword intents seemed to have life, with various emotions, telling a story, which made him countless Descendants ten thousand years later will be able to perceive a thing or two from it.

And this feeling is very wonderful, it is a feeling that he has never had in the past 30 years after comprehending the giant stone sword mark!
The countless sword shadows seemed to have turned into a sword in the end!
However, this sword seems to be ever-changing, turning into thousands of swords and even countless swords!
Fang Zhe closed his eyes. Although he couldn't see the fierce sword intent, the surrounding sword intent seemed to still exist, constantly telling the story of which sword, the people and things behind this sword.

What was that roar?Who sent it?
Whose cry was that cry, and for whom?

Whose was that unwilling growl, and why?

Fang Zhe felt as if he was immersed in a story, as if he had become a character in the story, so he slowly raised the sword embryo in his hand.

Then the three-foot-long sword in his hand swung forward lightly, and in an instant, the entire portrait space was suddenly torn apart!

In this sword, there was no sword light, no sharp sword intent, but only low weeping and unwilling growls!

When Fang Zhe opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the portrait space, but in his own practice room. Right in front of him was the huge stone with sword marks!
This sword-scarred boulder looks the same as before, but only Fang Zhe knows that there is a sword mark on this boulder that is so shallow that it cannot be seen with the naked eye!
This sword mark is completely incomparable with the densely packed thick sword marks around it. The gap between the two is like the sun and fireflies, but it is undeniable that there is an extra sword mark on this boulder.

And this sword mark was left by Fang Zhe's previous sword!

But Fang Zhe, who successfully left this sword mark on this strange boulder, did not show any happy expression, but sighed deeply!
He finally knew why he could feel the weeping and unwilling growl from the shadow of the sword before, because when he also sacrificed this sword, he instantly understood that the power of this sword is huge, It is far more than the Jingyuan Sword Jue he has practiced himself, but this kind of power has a price, that is, this sword is cast at the cost of life!
(End of this chapter)