Vol 44 Chapter 4548: No trace of a sword

"How can it be?"

Fang Junyi saw the rebuilding of the solitary arm, and also released a sword-like atmosphere that was completely different from the previous one. It was difficult to hide his surprise and scream.

The martial arts of the warrior is far stronger than the ordinary people, especially the sacred warriors. The martial arts are full of strong heaven and earth power, and can maintain a very high activity, so the speed of aging is extremely slow, and as long as it is not fatally damaged, Can recover on their own.

The broken limbs, the general holy warriors have not recovered, but it takes a while.

It is extremely rare to recover from the blink of an eye like the solitary scorpion, unless it is special in its own body or has a unique method of regeneration.

Duo is a person of the abyss and ghosts. It is normal for the martial arts to be different from ordinary people.

But what Fang Junyi can't figure out is how the solitary singer can release a completely different sense of sword.

At this time, the solitary solitude, compared with before, is like a metamorphosis, and the spirit of the sword is actually a completely different new sword.

The surrounding people also saw the changes in the solitary scorpion, shocked, and overflowing with words.

"The seven remnants of the sword can actually regenerate the broken arm between the blinks. It seems that his military body must be different from ordinary people."

"His swordsmanship has also changed. Is it possible to cultivate a variety of swords?"

"I don't think it's a variety of swords, it's like the change of the spirit after the sword is improved!"

Everyone said, the light in the eyes burst into a strange light, and suddenly felt that this battle may not be as simple as they thought.

"No!"

At this time, Fang Junyi above the sky was discovering something, his face could not help but change. He said: "Your body is broken, your arm is made of swords, not your original body!"

"The Guardian is watching it."

Lonely faint smile, said: "I am repairing seven broken swords, many parts of the body are broken.

However, the seven-sword sword is enough to replace my broken body, and even make my body more powerful than ordinary people. ”

"This is actually the case!"

Fang Junyi calmed down and flashed a glimmer of flame in his gaze. He actually saw that the whole body was solitary, except for the vital parts such as the brain and the heart, the rest were made up of swords.

It is no exaggeration to say that the body of the solitary, 90% is made up of swords.

No wonder, his sword is much stronger than the swordsman of the same level, and even comparable to Yin Feng who has reached the level of human sword.

The combination of Yin Feng and me and the sword of the Yang Shen Jiandi is achieved by the self-sword of the sword, which belongs to the natural improvement.

And the status of the solitary singer at this time is more like the combination of man and sword by man-made means. It is one step closer to the real human sword.

However, this method of loneliness has its limitations. He can never replace the important parts such as the brain and heart with swords, and it is impossible to achieve true human swords.

"The original flame of Jinwu just burned some of your swords."

Fang Junyi saw the essence of the solitary singularity, and couldn't help but sneer a sneer and said: "I would like to see if I burned all of you, can you still be born again from the ashes?"

"Boom!"

At the moment when the voice fell, Fang Jun’s palm turned over, and a flame of gold whistling out, actually blooming in the air like a lotus flower, and then spread into a sea of ​​fire, the blazing atmosphere filled the whole world, and shrouded the past.

"The seven remnants are exhausted, and the night is killing, the eight sides are countercurrent, and there is no trace of a sword!"

At the same moment, the voice of the solitary singer also rang through the void. He was like a mountain, standing still, but the heavenly wreck was surrounded by the side, and the extremely hidden sword in the body finally broke out.

The best move of both sides will surely win! "I want to fight with me, find death!"

Fang Junyi saw that there was no retreat in the solitary, and he couldn't help but sneer. His eyes seemed to have seen the latter being burned to ashes in the flame of Jinwu.

"Boom! Bang! Bang!"

Among the voids, the flames of Jinwu are roaring like fire dragons, spreading wildly in all directions, and burning everything after passing.

Although the solitary singer broke out with a strong sword, but under the flame of Jin Wu, there was no resistance, and it was instantly burned out.

The horror of the flame of Jinwu, pressed from all sides, was actually drowning the solitude.

Everyone looked at the scene above the sky with a shock, many people trembled, and the shock in their hearts was hard to say.

Du Guzhen was immersed in the sea of ​​fire, isn't it a life that doesn't exist, and is it ashes?

But looking at the momentum of the solitary singer, it should not be so weak.

"The first sword of the abyss, the seven-residual sword is so lonely, it does not exist in the world today."

Fang Jun looked at the sea of ​​fire in the distance, smiled coldly and proudly announced.

"Hey!"

But at this time, in the endless fire of the sea, a sharp sword is actually out of the air, the speed is fast to the extreme, not as good as blinking.

Fang Junying's face was instantly stiff and almost subconsciously transported the Jinwu shield, but it was still a step later.

"Hey!"

The next moment, the sound of the flesh was smashed through the hole, and Fang Jun’s body trembled. Looking down, at the heart of the chest, there was actually a blood hole, blood flowing across the body and red body.

"This..." Fang Jun is so horrified that his mouth is twitching and he wants to say something, but he can't make a sound.

"Impossible, is it?"

At almost the same time, a cold voice sounded, showing the meaning of playfulness.

Fang Junyi struggled to turn around and saw a figure standing cold and standing alone. "How can you..." Fang Junyi’s voice trembled intermittently, looking incredulously at the innocent.

How can it be rushed out when the solitude is already buried in the sea of ​​fire?

That is the flaming flame of the sun, you can burn all the strongest flames in the world! How can a solitary singer escape from the fire of the flames of Jinwu?

"The Guardian, you are too small to see the world."

Lonely and lonely smile, cold and cold: "Do you really think that your golden flame, can not be broken?"

"You, what power do you have?"

Fang Junyi almost used up the last glimmer of force and forced support, not to be asked.

"The power of the emperor!"

There is no opening in the solitary, but another sound is sounding, cold and expressionless, saying: "In that year, in the rumor, Wan Jian old man has the power of the emperor, he hides into the abyss, but also to find the power of the emperor. The inheritor.

Today, rumors are not empty. ”

"Finally, you have shown up."

In the face of this unsuspecting voice, the solitary is not surprised at all, looking sideways to the distance, a black figure standing cold, the whole person exudes a black gas, like a dark abyss.

"help me."

Fang Junzhao saw the black man appear, and the desperate eyes showed a ray of light, and it was difficult to open.

"Do not worry, the sword that just happened has converged three points, and your heart has not been completely destroyed."

The black man feels ruthless and said: "You have swallowed the sun and gold in your body, and you will not die.

However, it takes a while to recover. ”

When Fang Junyi heard the words of the black man, his eyes trembled with enthusiasm, and he held a strong breath and let himself stand up.

"No wonder I feel that the sword is weaker. You turned out to be."

Looking at the black man with a stunned look, he called out a name: "Yuan Tianzhi!"