Chapter 160: Kill the Immortals and Ghosts, the Best Sword in the South Sky!

Jiuyou's sword!

After Master Jiuyou finished speaking, the ghost realm with him as the center surged violently again, expanding for dozens of miles. In an instant, the ghost mist enveloped the land with a radius of hundreds of miles. Countless ghosts got up from the mist, all roaring and looking. Look in the direction.

The human world has turned into a ghost realm, and ghosts are crying!

Judging from the picture of Jiuyou Zhenren, Fang Wang is so small.

From Fang Wang's perspective, the vast ghost realm is endless, boundless, and extremely oppressive.

In the Changsheng Pavilion, some people were nervously looking forward to it, and some were jokingly talking. Seeing Master Jiuyou in such a formation, they knew that the ghosts and gods behind Fang Wang were not simple, but they couldn't feel it through the formation.

Master Jiuyou began to swing his sword at the same spot, and the sword light flashed continuously. The speed of his sword swing became faster and faster, creating afterimages that were dazzling.

Fang Wang saw that Master Jiuyou was concentrating his sword power. Seeing this, he did not take action, but stepped towards Master Jiuyou in the air.

As Master Jiuyou's sword became stronger and stronger, rolling thunderclouds rolled in, and the world quickly darkened.

"What is he waiting for?"

Xuanyuan Xin, the first genius of Tianzong, couldn't help but ask. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Master Jiuyou was preparing for an offensive, but Fang Wang didn't take action.

Master Linya's face was solemn, and he guessed: "Perhaps Fang Wang is facing suppression that we can't feel."

Every sword strike by Master Jiuyou stirred up wind and waves, and soon formed a world-destroying hurricane that swept across the world.

A strong wind blew towards Fang Wang's face, ruffling the long dragon beard and temple hair on his forehead. A faint golden light flowed from the Tiandao Royal Dragon Crown, and the black clothes stirred violently, as if they were about to explode at any time.

At this time, golden light burst out from Fang Wang's body, golden scales and white feathers appeared on his body, golden dragon aura surrounded him, and the sound of dragon roars could be heard continuously.

Fang Wang, who put on the gold-scaled white feather coat, suddenly changed his aura, which made most of the onlookers in the Changsheng Building brighten up. The female cultivators and banshees were stunned by Fang Wang's image. Even the male cultivators and male demons couldn't help but It is admitted that Fang Wang at this moment has a peerless charm.

Rumble——

There were bursts of thunder, and countless evil spirits in the ghost domain began to roar. They roared at Fang Wang at the top of their lungs, bared their teeth and claws, and all became crazy, wanting to break through the invisible shackles and go to tear Fang Wang apart!

Master Jiuyou suddenly turned around, raised his sword in one hand, and slashed towards Fang Wang.

A terrifying sword energy condensed from ghost power flew through the sky and hit Fang Wang head-on.

Almost instantly, divine light burst out from the Tiandao Yulong Crown, forming a white light shield to protect Fang Wang and shake the sword energy.

The sword energy dissipated, but the white light shield did not break and followed Fang Wang's footsteps.

Master Jiuyou was shocked, and swung his sword again. This time, there was more than one sword, and the terrifying sword energy across the sky fell crazily on Fang Wang. However, no matter how strong his offensive was, he could not break through the Heavenly Dao Dragon Crown. Defensive shield.

The corner of Fang Wang's mouth raised. This natal treasure spirit was created with the secret of the true power of heaven, and its defensive power far exceeded that of the golden scales and white feathers.

In this way, Fang Wang moved forward against the sword energy. As the white light shield continued to offset the sword energy of Master Jiuyou, beams of light visible to the naked eye were formed in front of him, making him the most eye-catching existence in the world.

At this moment, the Changsheng Building fell into silence. All the spectators stopped discussing and stared at the scene of Master Jiuyou and Fang Wang.

Some were shocked, some were scared, some were jealous, and some were surprised.

After Master Jiuyou quickly swung his five hundred swords, he jumped up and pointed his sword at Fang Wang. The ghost mist suddenly exploded, and endless evil ghosts burst out with earth-shattering momentum. They rushed towards Fang Wang one after another, occupying half of the world.

The momentum is huge and unstoppable!

All the spectators in the Changsheng Building did not dare to blink.

Fang Wang's eyes became cold and stern, and he suddenly raised the sword with his right hand and slashed. The ghosts and gods moved in sync with each other, and the nearly ten feet long sword shadow was swung.

The Immortal-killing Ghost Sword!

With a sword slashed out, the sword energy was like pen and ink spreading across the scroll of heaven and earth, spanning hundreds of miles and sweeping everything in front of it.

Master Jiuyou's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his sword to resist. The Zhuxian sword energy passed through his body at an incredible speed.

With a sweep of the sword, all the evil ghosts along the way exploded one after another and turned into faint fluorescent light floating in the air. This sword directly cut the ghost domain covering hundreds of miles in half!

Hundreds of thousands of evil spirits dissipated instantly!

The thunderclouds in the sky were split open, an extremely exaggerated gully appeared on the earth, and dust flew away.

This sword is really too fast!

After Fang Wang swung his sword, a deafening roar sounded from heaven to earth, and the whole world seemed to explode!

The billowing dust rose up, the boundless ghost mist dispersed with the wind, and countless sand and stones rolled up!

In the Changsheng Pavilion, the red light beam trembled slightly, startling all the spectators.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Hiss—this sword actually shook the teleportation formation of Changsheng Pavilion!"

"Master Jiuyou already has the strength to control the Mahayana realm. I didn't expect Fang Wang's sword to be stronger!"

"Sword Master Huang Zi is naturally the strongest in swordsmanship..."

"What a terrifying sword. Where did that ghost come from?"

Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, Zhu Yan, and Chu Yin, like many onlookers, were stunned.

As the people closest to Fang Wang, they saw this sword technique for the first time.

On weekdays, they had never seen Fang Wang practicing swordsmanship. Could it be that Fang Wang was also able to master swordsmanship in the Dream Spring and Autumn Period?

In the secret realm of Abandoned Heaven.

Master Jiuyou maintained his sword-raising posture high in the air. He was trembling all over, with a look of disbelief and despair on his face.

Evil ghosts from all directions continued to explode and turned into dots of fireflies. His ghost domain and sword formation were actually cut by Fang Wang with one sword.

Jiuyou Zhenren could not accept this fact, let alone his fate of impending death.

After being swept by the sword energy of Zhuxian, his soul could not leave his body, which meant that he could not escape.

"You... what kind of swordsmanship is this..."

Jiuyou Zhenren trembled, and his right hand trembled the most violently.

Fang Wang spit out five words: "Zhuxian Ghost God Sword."

Jiuyou Zhenren's pupils suddenly dilated, and with a bang, his body turned into blood mist, which fell down, leaving only a piece of fireflies, which was the soul after being shattered.

Fang Wang swung the sword again, and the ghosts and gods followed suit.

The spectacular sword energy that spanned the sky and the earth appeared again. This time, it swept across the entire sky, taking away all the fireflies, and there was no longer a single evil ghost between heaven and earth.

Fang Wang took away all the ghosts with one sword, turning them into the power of Zhuxian Ghost God Sword.

He then raised his left hand, and with a move in the air, a storage bag quickly fell into his hand.

The material of this storage bag is good, and it is even harder than the body of Jiuyou Zhenren. He casually put it on his belt.

At the same time, there was a commotion in Changsheng Pavilion.

"Jiuyou Zhenren is dead?"

"He was killed by a sword. What realm is Fang Wang in?"

"He must be above Mahayana!"

"Not necessarily, it may be Mahayana, but his swordsmanship is profound. This sword is definitely the strongest swordsmanship I have ever seen."

"The first sword in Nanqiong must be him!"

"Finally, one of the twenty-four Zhenren of Changsheng Pavilion has been replaced, and it is still in the early stage of the trial. This trial is more exciting than ever before."

All sects and clans are amazed at Fang Wang's strength, even the monks of Changsheng Pavilion are the same.

No one feels sorry for Jiuyou Zhenren, because Fang Wang's strength is far beyond Jiuyou Zhenren, which means that Changsheng Pavilion has gained a more powerful Zhenren!

"Hahaha! Master Jiuyou is just like this!"

Xiao Zi laughed excitedly. As expected, any strong enemy is vulnerable in front of the young master.

Zhu Yan was in a trance. With his vision, he could naturally see how terrifying Master Jiuyou's sword formation and ghost domain were. Such a powerful move was actually broken by Fang Wang's sword.

A Mahayana cultivator was killed by a sword and his body and soul were annihilated!

Chu Yin and Zhao Zhen were full of admiration. Every time Fang Wang made a move, they could refresh their cognition and make them feel excited.

Xuanyuan Xin took a deep breath and murmured, "I am far inferior to him."

A fat elder beside him smiled bitterly and said, "Not only you, the entire Tianzong combined may not be able to withstand his sword. After this trial, Fang Wang's name will be famous in the South Sea. This time, it is absolute strength!"

Zhenren Linya stroked his beard, but his expression was very complicated. He said faintly, "The first sword of the South Sea has been born."

...

Fang Wang didn't know what was going on in the outside world. After killing Zhenren Jiuyou, he let out a long breath, a smile appeared on his face, and thought to himself, "I helped you get revenge, but it's a pity that you didn't see my sword."

He turned and flew towards the ruined yard.

At the same time.

Two hundred miles away, Yang Du stood on the sea of ​​clouds, the strong wind blew his torn robes. At this moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of fear.

He witnessed Fang Wang killing Zhenren Jiuyou with one sword!

Although he has an immortal body, he is most afraid of ghost cultivators. This kind of cultivator has a strong spiritual consciousness and can easily make him suffer.

Jiuyou Zhenren is the one he fears the most among the twenty-four Zhenren.

Such an existence was killed by Fang Wang with a sword, and he could feel that Fang Wang's sword was also stained with ghosts.

"He is not joking..."

Yang Du thought of Fang Wang's words and couldn't help shuddering. He turned around and fled from here.

He made up his mind to take a detour when he saw Fang Wang in the future!

He is still young and needs time to grow up. There is no need to fight to the death with such a great cultivator with unparalleled cultivation!

On the other side.

Fang Wang came back to the old well, his eyes staring at the old well, his sword eyebrows furrowed.

Ever since he used the sword of the immortal ghost, he heard a faint voice calling him, and the voice came from this old well.

The arrival of Jiuyou Zhenren means that Jiuyou's inheritance is at the bottom of the well. He is hesitating whether to seize Jiuyou Zhenren's inheritance.

It's a waste not to seize it!

Fang Wang remembered Zhou Xue saying that Jiuyou Zhenren was the freest and most mysterious among the ascenders. Perhaps Jiuyou's inheritance had the ability to be free from the constraints of the upper realm.

He took the Tianhong Sword into his body, condensed the Tiangong Ji in his right hand, condensed the Liuhe Bahuang Seal in his left hand, and jumped into the old well wearing a golden scale and white feather robe.

In the Changsheng Building, Fang Wang's picture stopped, and no one followed Fang Wang into the well.

A cultivator looked at his friend beside him and said cautiously: "He just condensed two more natal treasures?"