Chapter 100: A Sword Splits the Sky, No One Can Resist

When the news of Fang Wang's arrival began to spread, he was standing against the wind, his eyes fixed on the blood-colored gas column in the distance. He could see the terrifying figure inside the blood-colored gas column.

"What on earth is that?"

Fang Wang was surprised. The blood-colored gas column made him uneasy. If it contained Lu Yuanjun's ghost weapon, it would be ridiculously powerful.

One by one, the demon cultivators of the Chi Demon Sect came to kill him, and before he could make a move, Xiao Zi opened his snake mouth and spurted out a mighty sword energy, which was so powerful that it dispelled the magic spells of the demon cultivators and forced them to flee in panic.

As Fang Wang entered the battlefield, more and more great cultivators paid attention to his existence.

Including the people around the altar.

Xu Qiuming looked at the figures of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi, his mouth corners raised, he turned back to look at the white-haired man, and said: "I hope you won't beg for mercy next time."

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly. It seems that the strength of the newcomer is not simple, as Xu Qiuming values ​​him so much.

The purple-clothed man standing on the head of the huge black python kept staring at Fang Wang. The greed in his eyes was getting worse. I don't know what he was thinking.

Fang Hanyu, who was fighting, looked up and saw Xiao Zi's huge figure passing by. A smile appeared on his face.

"You are finally here."

Fang Hanyu muttered to himself, and his speed suddenly increased.

Seeing Fang Wang coming, his confidence increased greatly, and he decided not to hold back, because once Fang Wang defeated the leader of the Chi Mo Sect, the war would be over.

A few miles away.

Fang Zigeng held the ancient jade and kept jumping to avoid attacks from all directions. At this moment, he could only take care of himself.

At this moment, corpses fell from the sky. Fang Zigeng, who had just stabilized his body, subconsciously looked up and saw Xiao Zi's huge body and Fang Wang's back.

Fang Wang raised his left hand, and the domineering Fang Tian Huaji cut through the sky and flew back to his hand.

Fang Zigeng blinked, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he let out a long sigh.

Looking at Fang Wang's back, Fang Zigeng's eyes were full of envy. Even though it was dark and gloomy, in this battlefield like purgatory, Fang Wang's appearance brought endless hope to people. His back was so reliable.

"I don't know when I can have such a graceful demeanor..."

Fang Zigeng sighed in his heart, and he immediately turned around and went to support other Taiyuan disciples.

Killing enemies all the way, relying only on the halberd in his hand, Fang Wang's eyes never strayed from the blood-colored gas column.

Xiao Zi kept spraying sword energy, shooting and killing countless demon sects along the way. The further in, the fewer demon cultivators dared to kill them.

Soon.

Fang Wang was less than three miles away from the mountain of corpses around the altar, and his eyes were attracted by the white-haired man in front of Xu Qiuming.

This man is very strong!

This was the first impression the white-haired man gave Fang Wang.

The white-haired man soared up to a height of a hundred feet. He held a wooden sword in his hand and stepped into the air towards Fang Wang. A powerful sword intent burst out from his body, shocking the world. The cultivators within a hundred miles turned their heads to look.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Chuangan, who was only breathing, raised his head with difficulty. He opened his eyes and saw the white-haired man walking towards the horizon. There was a snake demon on the horizon that was slowly growing bigger, and there seemed to be a figure on its snake head.

After a few breaths, Zhao Chuangan finally saw the figure clearly.

It was him...

A smile appeared on Zhao Chuangan's face.

How strong is Fang Wang who broke through the state of concentration?

He was looking forward to it and very confident.

Xiao Zi had slowed down and stared at the white-haired man, as if facing a great enemy.

The Tiangong Ji in Fang Wang's hand slowly disappeared. His right hand touched the storage bag on his waist and pretended to take out a hilt from it. As his right hand swung to the side, a white light blade burst out from the sword.

Tianhong Sword!

The white-haired man saw the Rainbow Sword, his eyes changed slightly, his sword intent surged, and visible sword energy formed around him, like a mountain torrent bursting, breaking through the thunderclouds above, extremely spectacular.

Sword shadows appeared behind Fang Wang, and in an instant, the number reached thirty-six.

Jinghong Divine Sword Art, thirty-six swords!

Swordsman versus swordsman, no need to say more, the two knew that only one of them could survive as soon as their eyes met.

When the Jinghong Thirty-six Swords came out, Fang Wang's momentum far exceeded the state of concentration, reaching the level that moved the purple-clothed man.

Chen Anshi frowned, looking at Fang Wang with fear and jealousy.

This kid's growth rate is really too exaggerated!

"Fortunately, I invited the great monk of the Stealing Heaven Holy Sect in advance, otherwise he might really be able to turn the tide by himself." Chen Anshi was secretly afraid, his eyes subconsciously looked for Lu Yuanjun's figure, but found that Lu Yuanjun had disappeared.

In the dim sky and earth, thousands of eyes fell on Fang Wang and the white-haired man.

The fight was still going on, but whether it was the three righteous religions or the Chi Mo Sect, they had all heard of Fang Wang's reputation and knew that Fang Wang's performance would determine the victory or defeat of this battle.

Fang Wang was the most dazzling and powerful existence in the past hundred years!

Pushing back a thousand years, it would be difficult to find someone who could match Fang Wang!

At this moment!

The white-haired man took the lead, his eyes condensed, and his own sword shadow turned into a violent storm that swept Fang Wang. Sword energy and sword shadows surged out of his body, covering the space in front, leaving afterimages, as if a scroll drawn by sword energy was unfolding.

Unfolding towards Fang Wang!

Fang Wang raised the Tianhong Sword in his hand, pointed at the white-haired man, turned his right hand, and the thirty-six swords of Jinghong suddenly burst out!

The thirty-six swords swept through his body and quickly merged into one, forming a huge sword energy.

Xiao Zi trembled all over, feeling cold all over, as if in a cold cellar.

boom--

Two powerful sword intentions collided, and the sword energy fought in a battle that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The deafening roar attracted countless monks to turn their heads to look.

Following their gaze, they saw two sword intentions like a torrent appeared next to the blood-colored gas column, like a sky curtain across the sky. As the huge sword energy moved forward, they vaguely saw the figures of Fang Wang and the white-haired man. Their afterimages seemed to have hundreds of clones fighting with swords.

Shocking, vast!

The huge sword energy transformed by the 36 swords of Jinghong was unstoppable, forcibly tearing the sword energy scroll of the white-haired man, and his sword-swinging afterimage quickly disappeared.

The white-haired man's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately disappeared in the distance. The next second, he landed beside Xu Qiuming, and his feet slid back half a foot, which was enough to show how anxious he was just now.

As he retreated, his sword intent instantly dissipated, and the stunning sword energy swept across, cutting through the thunderclouds in the sky, and the sun poured down. The strong wind left by the sword energy had not yet dissipated, and there was a cold light in it, as if there were countless sword blade fragments.

This long rainbow of sword energy intersected with the blood-colored gas column, as if dividing the world into four areas.

This scene made both the righteous and the evil paths dumbfounded and frightened.

Fang Wang had such a powerful sword?

While manipulating the golden mirror in his hand, the sleepy master said in amazement: "This kid... I'm afraid the sword saint in the past didn't have such ability?"

No one answered him.

Fang Wang's sword made the entire battlefield quiet down. This sword was really domineering!

From a distance, Fang Wang seemed to cut the sky in half. They had never seen such a strong sword energy in their lives.

The righteous and evil cultivators who were fighting each other pulled away and then all looked at the center of the battlefield.

Fang Wang stood on Xiao Zi's head. He raised his chin slightly, pointed his sword at the white-haired man, looked at him with disdain, and whispered, "Your sword is only this good?"

With the blessing of the sword of heaven and earth, his voice was like thunder in the sky, echoing throughout the battlefield for a long time.

He was not just trying to show his saintliness. Doing so could boost the morale of the three religions of the righteous path, and at the same time deter the evil path and reduce casualties.

The white-haired man frowned, and his hand holding the wooden sword trembled slightly.

Xu Qiuming, who was not far away, couldn't help laughing, and was extremely happy.

The white-haired man said nothing, jumped up, raised his sword and killed Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes changed, and he also jumped up, like a roc spreading its wings, and his momentum suddenly changed.

Fighting true skill!

In an instant, Fang Wang only had the will to fight in his heart, and his speed suddenly increased, diving towards the white-haired man.

The two collided in mid-air. They swung their swords quickly, and the speed of the sword blades created a dazzling afterimage. The sword energy was overflowing and swayed in all directions of the world, forcing Xu Qiuming to dodge.

The two people's bodies were extremely fast, fighting with pure sword skills, the sword intent was fighting, and the sword energy was swaying!

Their fighting speed was really too fast, and the sword light was trembling, making it impossible to see their moves clearly.

Boom!

The two fell to the ground, raising a rolling dust. Fang Wang shook his sword and killed him. The white-haired man raised his sword to resist, his eyes full of fear.

"Such a fast sword... Such a domineering sword intent... How could there be such a sword cultivator here?"

The white-haired man thought in fear. He had tried his best, but each of Fang Wang's swords was too tricky, and each move was aimed at the flaws in his sword skills, causing him to resist with difficulty. Now he has been stained with many wounds, but their speed was too fast, so the spectators did not notice that he was injured.

The two fought for less than four breaths, and the white-haired man had more than twenty sword wounds on his body!

It was his biggest mistake to fight in close combat with Fang Wang, who had a fighting spirit!

Of course, he had already lost in the sword energy competition!

In a very short period of time, the two swords had hit each other more than five hundred times. The white-haired man realized that he was no match for Fang Wang, and he had the idea of ​​retreating.

But how could Fang Wang, who had activated the true fighting skill, let him retreat?

Just as the white-haired man jumped away, Fang Wang held the sword in his backhand and stepped in front of him. When their eyes met, Fang Wang's eyes made his heart tremble.

Such a cold look!

The white-haired man had practiced sword for five hundred years, but this was the first time he encountered such a look.

Puff!

The white-haired man was chopped off by Fang Wang's sword, and blood splattered. Before he landed, Fang Wang killed him again.

This time, the white-haired man completely lost the power to parry, and his moves were messy. Every time he blocked a sword, he had to add two new sword wounds.

This scene was seen by many cultivators as a completely different scene.

A one-sided battle!

This mysterious white-haired man was no match for Fang Wang at all, and he had no power to fight back!

But many of them had seen how the white-haired man defeated Xu Qiuming.

At that time, Xu Qiuming was just like the white-haired man now, and he had no power to fight back either...

Xu Qiuming dodged the sword energy while watching the battle, and he was excited. At this moment, he had an indescribable emotion towards Fang Wang.