Chapter 1011 The Sword is Broken That red line kept drilling in and out of Mr. Seven's body. Soon his skin was covered with dense holes, and his shrill wails were like his The people killed along the way were exactly the same before they died. The dozen or so knights who died in Fangshanting Town, the two little maids who died in the back mountain of Zhuque Mountain, Mr. Seven enjoyed what they brought when they died. Pleasure, but now, there is nothing else in his mind, only pain and fear. When Mr. Qi¡¯s completely mutilated body slowly fell to the ground, his world completely disappeared. The black mist originally suppressed by Fang Jie's cyan air flow dispersed from the world and floated in mid-air, just like a war horse that lost its owner on the battlefield, stopping next to the owner's body for a long time and unwilling to leave. Fang Jie raised his hand, and the cyan air flow spurted out again, wrapping the black mist back. The green energy swirled around the black mist, continuously compressing it. Soon, the black mist condensed into a ball with only the belly of the little finger laughing, exuding bursts of black brilliance. Fang Jie held the black bead in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The enemy in front of him is already dead. Even if Daluo Jinxian appears, he cannot save him. The bodies riddled with holes lay there, as if they should have been there. "Are you okay?" Fang Jie walked over slowly and asked Shen Qing to slap them. The three women shook their heads at the same time. Shen Qingshan and Mu Xiaoyao hurried forward to greet him, their faces full of joy. Mo Ningzhi originally took a step forward, but after seeing Shen Qingshan and Mu Xiaoyao passing by, she subconsciously stopped again, raised her hand to smooth the hair hanging down in front of her forehead, and turned her head away from looking in the direction. untie. "It's okay." Fang Jie showed the gentlest smile, and his eyes relaxed a lot. He rushed back all the way without sleep, fearing that they would be harmed. I have to say that if he doesn't come back, Shen Qingshan and the others will have some difficulty in dealing with this person in Yueyingtang. This is a master who has touched the level of the world. Although Shen Qingshan, Mu Xiaoyao and Mo Ningzhi are all very strong, they have not yet realized this realm. The world is the world of the spell caster. Once you fall into it, it will be difficult to break out unless you are much stronger than the caster. Fang Jie dared to enter Mr. Qi¡¯s world and defeated him because Fang Jie had already understood the meaning of the world. He saw through that Mr. Seven's world was not perfect yet. Although Mr. Seven had maximized the power of that half of the world, half a world was still half a world. If Mr. Seven's boundary was complete, even if it was immature, Fang Jie would not be able to tear open his boundary and break in directly. The world is a very strange level of cultivation. It can be called absolute attack or absolute defense. Once the world is formed and mature, it will really be enough to step into that high level. This is a very strange phenomenon. Some people have reached that height but have not realized the realm. For example, Zhang Yiyang of Wudang Mountain and Xiao Yijiu of Yiqiguan. They have entered the realm above the sky, but they have not realized the realm. The presence. Fang Jie's cultivation level is obviously still in the Transparent Realm, but he can already exert the power of the Realm. It seems that only people with abnormal physiques can realize the world faster. For example, Sang Luan, Luo Yao, Fang Jie and Mr. Qi, who is now dead. Fang Jie turned around and took another look at the corpse. Now I don¡¯t know what kind of special physique this dead person had, but that is no longer important. Suddenly there was a roar in the distance. Fang Jie turned his head and looked over there, raising the corners of his mouth slightly. The white lion Hun Chao is chasing Mr. Seven's horse. The originally arrogant horse is like a weak sheep in front of the white lion. He does not dare to fight head-on and can only keep dodging and running away. If it weren't for its really fast speed, it would have died under the white lion's sharp claws and fangs. "However, Ermazi's speed is nothing in the eyes of the white lion. The reason why it hasn't killed Ermazi yet is because it seems to have found a toy with great difficulty and is reluctant to destroy it quickly. In this world, the white lion has not found anything that can compare with it in terms of speed. The horse is not as good as it, but it has been pleasantly surprised. ¡°He was like a cat chasing a mouse, following behind his son without haste. The majestic son, who was majestic compared to ordinary war horses, had no advantage over the white lion. The white lion is even bigger than it. This is not a heavyweight fight at all. The two streams of light chased each other in a circle, and the white lion pushed Ermazi's speed to the extreme. In order to stimulate his opponent, who was not an opponent, the white lion always seemed to catch up casually and then slapped Ermazi's butt with his paw. , by thisA ferocious beast was walking and playing, one can imagine how the horse was feeling. The scene that happened next was jaw-dropping. Knowing that he could never escape, Ermazi suddenly stopped, then turned to look at the white lion. Hun Chao also stopped and watched what the horse was going to do with his big eyes open. The horse looked up to the sky and let out a long mournful cry, and then actually knelt down on its two front legs to express submission. The white lion seemed a little disappointed with its performance. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Hun ??Chaos walked over with a king's pace, then raised a front paw and slapped the horse son hard on the head from top to bottom. There was a bang, and Ma Zi's head hit the ground with great force. Before he could struggle, the white lion bit him on the neck. That huge body was actually bitten by the white lion and then swung around, shaking from side to side. Not long after, the originally arrogant son lost his breath. Tired from running along the way, the white lion lay down next to Ermazi's body and slowly enjoyed the delicious food. Shen Qingshan looked at each other and felt a little uneasy. "This thing is useful for cultivation. It is the purest cultivation power in the previous human world. However, this thing is very powerful. If you are not careful, it may backfire." Fang Jie opened his hand, The round pillar rolled in his hand. "It's better to destroy it." Shen Qingshan glanced at Mu Xiaoyao: "Senior sister can't use it, I don't want to use it, and neither does Ningzhi. Although relying on this thing to improve your cultivation is a shortcut, it is not your own after all. Things will inevitably have hidden dangers and may hinder the improvement of future cultivation, so it¡¯s okay not to use them.¡± Fang Jie looked at Mo Ningzhi, but Mo Ningzhi was already walking away. ¡°Idiot¡± Mu Xiaoyao smiled and scolded Fang Jie. Fang Jie put the black bead in his sleeve, and he thought of Wu Dao. Shen Qingshan and the others didn't like this thing, but it was definitely a good thing for Wu Daodao, who practiced the Heaven Swallowing Technique. At this moment, Mu Xiaoyao's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Niujiatun: "No!" The surrounding area of ??the small courtyard was heavily guarded, and all the Riding Schools were mobilized. Come here and protect the inner and outer three layers of this small courtyard so that not even a bird can get in easily. But what came in was not a bird, but a person. An old man wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt looked to be about fifty years old. The old man broke in directly from the entrance of the village. The heroic riding schools arranged on the periphery were no match for him. With just a few moves, he killed those riding schools. The old man's expression was a little solemn, because he knew that Lao Qi was dead. Although he did not dare to go near the place where the previous battle took place, he could feel that the evil aura of Lao Qi disappeared. No one is more familiar with that aura than him, because he once had a fierce battle with Lao Qi. Although he won that time, it was very difficult. "If it weren't for the cultivation he accumulated over the years that made him far superior to Lao Qi in terms of realm, it would have been extremely difficult for him to surpass Lao Qi's realm. Although Lao Qi's cultivation level was not high, the power of the black mist made him palpitate. That's why he wanted to kill Lao Qi, because he was afraid that he would die in Lao Qi's hands soon. He didn¡¯t dare to go near that side, so he chose the village side. Contrary to Master Jiu¡¯s expectation, Lao Qi didn¡¯t seem to have to fight to the death to solve the problem. He felt two powerful auras fighting fiercely before, and then Lao Qi's evil aura gradually disappeared, which was enough to explain who the winner was. Mr. Eight did not expect that Fang Jie's cultivation level had reached this level. If he could defeat Lao Qi, he would be a sufficient threat to him. In the Moon Shadow Hall for so many years, his position as the Eighth Master has not been shaken, not only because of his high cultivation level, but also because of his decisiveness. When encountering dangers that may threaten him, he will never rush in hastily. past. Just like for so many years, he has never thought of challenging Mr. Jiu. Lao Qi is dead, but Fang Jie is not. What Master Jiu told him must be completed. Therefore, he planned to take away Fang Jie's wife and children. As long as Fang Jie's women and children are in Yueyingtang's hands, Fang Jie's life will be controlled by them. ¡°Stop¡± What appeared in front of Master Ba was a beautiful and pure-looking woman, wearing a lavender dress. She was holding a long sword in her hand, and her eyebrows were raised. "Stop?" Mr. Eighth smiled coldly, and then waved his hand to release a majestic inner energy. The person standing in front of him was Wu Yinyu. When he was in Qingle Mountain Yiqi Temple, Xiao Yijiu once praised WuYin Yu is a genius in cultivation. If Mo Ningzhi hadn't appeared later, she would have been the most talented disciple in Yiqi Temple. However her mind has never been on cultivation. She has never been a person who pursues the ultimate in cultivation. In her life, there are other things that far exceed cultivation. ¡°If she was willing to spend more time practicing, her achievements might not be much lower than Mo Ningzhi¡¯s. However, even if she has the same cultivation level as Mo Ningzhi, what can she do? Among Fang Jie's women, she was definitely not the first to fall in love with Fang Jie, but if we say that she was the one who loved Fang Jie the most, it might just be her. She is a person who looks a little unruly, but is so dedicated in her heart. When she falls in love with someone, she will never look back. She will think about him when she eats, thinks about him when she drinks water, and will think about him even when she falls asleep. It can't be said that Mu Xiaoyao's relationship with them is weaker than her relationship with Fang Xie. It can only be said that she invested her whole self. ¡°There are women like this in this world who value the person they love more than anything else. She would rather sit under the window and think about him motionless all day long than go to practice. She would rather recall every word of every meeting and conversation with him from the beginning to the present, rather than recall the mantras and tips she once memorized. This is Wu Yinyu. In her opinion, thinking about him is not a waste of time, but practicing is. So, in fact, her cultivation level is not very strong. But now, it seems that she is the only one who can stand up. The majestic inner energy came towards her, and Wu Yinyu knew she couldn't stop it, but she didn't take a step back. She drew out her long sword, and then thrust out the sword with all her strength. This sword was already the pinnacle of her cultivation. The sword is broken.