Vol 3 Chapter 173: Shenwei

The young practitioner is a disciple of a secret sect of Daqi. Although he is young but has already entered the six realms, it is a rare genius for decades. It is not long before he leaves the mountain gate. It is inevitable that there is some pride, but the strong. After all, it was the strong, and between the two, he used all his strength, and the whole body, like the dried flowers, quickly withered.
A muffled sound.
In his hand, there is a black smear that is thick and thick like ink. In black inflammation, it is a fist-sized black skull made up of a myriad of small spar.
In his fierce drink, this black was as life-like, and it made an incredible scream.
Numerous insects and birds and beasts in the surrounding forests have just been frightened. They are still ignorant of what has happened. They have already died in such a fierce voice. Some of the vitality in their bodies is naturally erupted. The black skull gathers and goes.
Numerous sound waves are even in the air for tangible lines, such as countless floating strings that fall to the volley of the volley.
The green shirt stalker flying in the air was indifferent, watching the body of the young practitioners withering and the sound lines flying in the sky. His mouth was slightly tilted to reveal a very scornful smile.
"The sacrifice of blood, the ghost king kills the sound, the ghost voice of the people."
His body didn't even have any obvious movements. During the speech, the breath of the mouth spewed into a real sword, bringing out an amazing wave of air, instantly cutting all the sounds in front of him. line.
The body of the young practitioner suddenly trembled as if it were in an invisible mountain. The black skull in the black anger in front of his hand trembled and screamed in a horrible way. It was directly collided back and hit his palm.
This black skull was originally revealed from the palm of the young practitioner, apparently it has been merged with the real element of his body, and became a part of the real thing in his body, but at the moment I do not know why it is not compatible with his body. A slamming sound, this is like the blade of another person, violently and his palm impact, his sleeve is instantly broken into countless pieces of debris flying around his arm. .
The meridians on the arm of this young practitioner are bursting like a piece of twine that cannot withstand the power.
In the future, a scream was made, and the body of the young practitioner fell back and flew backwards. In the twinkling of an eye, like a stone thrown by a slinger, it broke into the forest behind.
Until then, the ordinary flying swords even went up a few more points to the blue shirt practitioners officially out of the sword.
A thick sword of black light appeared in his hand.
The surface of this thick sword. All are uneven textures, like a piece of dragon scales.
While seeing this sword, the older Daqi practitioners have already understood the true identity of this person.
He knew that with the power he had just ignited, he couldn’t block the sword of this person. So in the moment when the two black flowers of the same height were in front of him, he put the black bones in his hand. The ground in front of you smashed the past.
The bang banged.
The black bone stick exploded as soon as it touched the ground in front of him, turning into a myriad of triangular bone fragments, each of which violently spun up and rushed upwards.
Black filaments flow from the cracks of these fragments. Intertwined with each other, eventually formed a black beam that did not know how many faces, and the green shirts who flocked to the sky.
The green shirt practitioners are still indifferent, but the scornful smile of the corner of the mouth disappears.
The sword in his hand did not have any tricks to smash down. But every scale on the sword lights up like a light.
When all the scales are completely lit, a dragon is emanating from his blade.
On the tip of his sword, there was a golden sand-like light, and a horrible power sprang from it.
The golden sand instantly becomes bigger. Become a golden dragon.
The golden dragon is very big, and it is not like the usual rune to guide the formation of the heaven and earth, but it is completely like a real thing. The scales on it are as brilliant as the purest gold, yet slightly transparent, with a horrible pressure and light shining outward.
"This is the dragon scale sword of Fanghoufu... This person is the general of the Shenwei General... How could he be so strong..."
At this time, the young Daqi practitioner who had broken more than ten trees had just fallen to the ground. He fell into a pile of broken wood and fell into the pile of broken wood. He couldn’t believe it. Your own eyes and perception.
The golden dragon rushed down and swallowed the dark beams and two black flowers from the ground.
The huge body slid across the ground, and the body of the older Daqi practitioner was submerged in the golden flame, and the ground that the golden dragon body rubbed, constantly exploding, exploding two groups of smoke.
"I can pick me up with a sword. It seems that you are the Luo Shen of the Great Emperor Yuanzong."
The green shirt stalker landed and looked at the smoke in front of him slowly.
In the smoke, the figure of the older practitioners slowly emerged.
He still stood well, but the clothes on his body had already appeared countless ruptures, and a blood rushed out of it.
Hearing the calm and indifferent voice of the Green Shirt practitioner, the older Daqi practitioner lifted his hand and rubbed the blood on his face. He sighed with a low voice: "I thought it might be a prince who also thought of It may be the general of Shenwei, but I don’t think you will be so strong."
In the Daqin dynasty, there was only one general of the gods, and it was Fang Fangfu.
This green shirt practitioner is naturally a square.
Fang Wei looked at the elderly Daqi practitioner and said faintly: "My Houfu was the first of the 13th Houfu in Changling in the past years. Of course, it is not my own sitting for more than ten years. Little brother."
Upon hearing this explanation, the older Daqi practitioners gave a slight glimpse of it.
"I took the sacred life to Lushan, this is a very secret thing." Fang Wei looked at him and then said: "I want to know where your news came from."
After the meal, Fang Wei looked at his eyes and said seriously: "You have such a repair is not easy, I don't want to be greedy, as long as you tell me where your news comes from, I will let you leave. ""
The older Daqi practitioners smiled slightly and smiled with pride and perseverance.
As a practitioner of the Seven Kingdoms, he naturally has his own pride. Even for some reason, the strength of the people is underestimated. But he is very clear about what the Daqi Dynasty needs most.
For a person like him, the life and death of an individual is naturally not as important as the glory and prosperity of a dynasty.
"You want to kill me, you have to pay a lot of money."
The older Daqi practitioner smiled and looked at Fang Wei. "You should also understand that since I came here, it is not just a simple temptation. The Lushan Alliance is coming soon, your emperor, what is needed is not A general who can't play his own strength, but you need to be in your support. So it's not a question that you don't let me go, but a question that I let you not leave."
Fang Hao nodded. Looking at this big-eyed practitioner, he said plainly: "You have some truth, but you still want to be wrong. To leave you here, I don't necessarily have to take it."
What did this big Qi practitioner suddenly feel, incredulously looked up at the mountain road behind Fang.
The square smashed into the air, but it was only a moment of light. However, the carriage that carried him from him at this time had already appeared on the mountain road not far behind Fang.
The two gray running horses now burned brilliance, and their four hooves began to burn with a blood red flame.
The most shocking thing is still the carriage they are dragging.
The carriage is on two wheels. There are countless black worms in the cloth, and the wings of these black worms are shockingly shaken, and the force they bring up holds up the weight of the entire carriage.
This whole carriage is exactly like floating in the air. Fly in the air a few feet off the ground.
"Different!"
The older Daqi practitioners looked at this picture, and he finally felt that the power of this carriage was so varied from the driver sitting in the carriage.
The young practitioner who fell in the broken wood suddenly screamed.
He was horrified to see that his chest suddenly broke like a broken watermelon. A dark red worm screamed out from the flesh and blood, and rushed to the old Daqi practitioner like a flying sword. The back of the person.
The older Daqi practitioners took a deep breath in madness.
With his pumping. The air in his body suddenly produced countless black yin visible to the naked eye.
These black yin rushed into his body, but his body did not become bulging, but became more compact. The flesh and blood of the whole body contracted and turned into a black iron-like black, tightly wrapped around the bones of his body.
A muffled sound.
The dark red worm hits his back, his body does not move, but the dark red worm that contains the power of the real flying sword is a myriad of powder.
At this time, two gray horses had changed, and the entire carriage passed over his head.
The air slammed like a bang, and a black long whip fell in the hands of the driver sitting in the front of the car, and was rolled up on the older singer.
The big Qi practitioner was black and shocked outside, and the black long whip suddenly split into numerous cuts.
However, the big pupil's pupil violently contracted, and he saw that each black broken black whip was a finger-length black long worm.
"The corpse monster!"
The big Qi practitioner recognized the black worm, but it was too late to do any action. Dozens of such black worms rushed on the body that was harder than the black iron, just for a moment, his There were countless holes in the body, and countless heavens and spirits poured out with the rolling black gas.
He looked at the holes in his body incredulously and slowly fell forward.
Fang Hao’s body has already swept up and landed on the carriage.
"A genius who has entered the six worlds so young and a master of seven sects, is the powerful cultist of the Daqi dynasty really dead?" When he entered the carriage, he said coldly. . (To be continued...)