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

Jiuyou's sword!

As Jiuyou Zhenren finished speaking, the ghost domain centered on him surged violently again, expanding dozens of miles. In an instant, the ghost fog covered the area of ​​100 miles. Countless ghosts rose from the fog, all roaring and looking at Fang Wang.

The human world has become a ghost domain, ghosts are crying and souls are howling!

From Jiuyou Zhenren's picture, Fang Wang is so small.

From Fang Wang's picture, the vast ghost domain is endless, boundless, and extremely depressing.

In the Changsheng Pavilion, some people are nervously looking forward to it, and some people are jokingly discussing it. Seeing Jiuyou Zhenren's formation, they know that the ghosts and gods behind Fang Wang are not simple, but they can't feel it through the formation.

Jiuyou Zhenren began to swing his sword in the original place, and the sword light continued. He swung the sword faster and faster, and a series of afterimages were produced, which was dazzling.

Fang Wang saw that Jiuyou Zhenren was condensing the sword. Seeing this, he did not make a move, but stepped into the air and walked towards Jiuyou Zhenren.

As the sword power of Jiuyou Zhenren became stronger and stronger, thunderclouds rolled in, and the sky and the earth quickly darkened.

"What is he waiting for?"

Xuanyuan Xin, the first genius of Tianzong, couldn't help asking. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jiuyou Zhenren was preparing for an attack, but Fang Wang didn't make a move.

Linya Zhenren looked solemn and guessed, "Perhaps Fang Wang is facing a suppression that we can't feel."

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

The strong wind rushed towards Fang Wang, messing up his long hair and temples on his forehead. The Tiandao Yulong Crown flowed with a faint golden light, and the black clothes fluttered violently, as if they were about to explode at any time.

At this time, Fang Wang burst out with golden light, and the golden scales and white feathers appeared on his body. Golden dragon energy surrounded him, and the sound of dragon roars was heard continuously.

Fang Wang, wearing the golden scale and white feather robe, suddenly changed his aura, which made most of the spectators in Changsheng Building brighten their eyes. The female cultivators and female demons were all amazed by Fang Wang's image. Even the male cultivators and male demons had to admit that Fang Wang exuded a peerless charm at this moment.

Rumble--

Thunder roared, and countless evil ghosts in the ghost domain began to roar. They roared at Fang Wang with all their might, baring their teeth and claws, all becoming crazy, wanting to break through the invisible shackles and tear Fang Wang apart!

Jiuyou Zhenren suddenly turned around, raised his sword in one hand, and slashed at Fang Wang with one sword.

A terrifying sword energy condensed by ghost power swept across the sky and hit Fang Wang head-on.

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

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

Jiuyou Zhenren was horrified and swung his sword again. This time, he swung more than one sword. The terrifying sword energy that crossed the sky fell madly on Fang Wang. However, no matter how strong his attack was, he could not break the defensive shield of Tiandao Yulongguan.

Fang Wang's mouth corners rose. This life treasure was created with the mystery of Tiandao Zhengong, and its defensive power far exceeded that of Jinlin Baiyuyi.

In this way, Fang Wang moved forward against the sword energy. As the white light shield continued to offset Jiuyou Zhenren's sword energy, visible beams of light 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 picture of Jiuyou Zhenren and Fang Wang.

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

After Jiuyou Zhenren swung out five hundred swords quickly, he leaped up and pointed his sword at Fang Wang. The ghost fog suddenly burst out, and endless evil ghosts burst out with earth-shaking momentum, rushing towards Fang Wang one after another, occupying half of the world.

The momentum was huge and unstoppable!

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

Fang Wang's eyes became cold and fierce, and his right hand suddenly raised the sword to cut it, and the ghosts and gods moved synchronously, and the sword shadow that was nearly ten feet long followed.

Zhuxian Ghost Sword!

With a sword slashing out, the sword energy was like ink and brush on the scroll of heaven and earth, spanning hundreds of miles, sweeping everything in front.

Jiuyou Zhenren widened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to raise his sword to resist. Zhuxian Sword Qi swept through his body at an incredible speed.

With a sword sweeping, all the evil ghosts along the way burst one after another, turning into faint fluorescence floating in the air. This sword directly cut the ghost domain covering hundreds of miles in half!

Hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts disappeared in an instant!

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

This sword was really too fast!

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

The rolling dust rose up, the boundless ghost fog dissipated with the wind, and countless sand and stones rolled up!

In the Changsheng Pavilion, the red light column trembled slightly, waking up all the spectators.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

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

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

"The Yellow Sword King is naturally the strongest in swordsmanship..."

"What a terrible sword, what is the origin of that ghost shadow?"

Xiao Zi, Zhao Zhen, Zhu Yan, Chu Yin, and many other spectators were dumbfounded.

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

On weekdays, they had never seen Fang Wang practicing swordsmanship. Could it be that Fang Wang could also understand swordsmanship in his dream?

In the Abandoned Heaven Secret Realm.

Jiuyou Zhenren kept holding his sword in the air. He was trembling all over, with an expression of disbelief and despair on his face.

Evil ghosts from all directions continued to explode and turned into fluorescent dots. 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 sword technique is this..."

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

Fang Wang uttered five words: "Sword of the Immortal Gods and Ghosts."

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

Fang Wang swung his 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 fluorescence, 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 the Sword of the Immortal Gods and Ghosts.

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 was good, and it was even harder than Jiuyou Zhenren's body. He wore it on his belt.

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

"Is the Nine Nether Immortal dead?"

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

"He must be above Mahayana!"

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

"The best swordsman in the South Heaven is none other than him!"

"Finally, one of the twenty-four immortals of the Changsheng Pavilion has been replaced, and it is at the beginning of the trial. This trial is more exciting than ever before."

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

No one felt sorry for the Nine Nether Immortal, because Fang Wang's strength far exceeded that of the Nine Nether Immortal, which meant that the Changsheng Pavilion had gained a more powerful immortal!

"Hahaha! The Nine Nether Immortal is just like this!"

Xiao Zi laughed excitedly. Sure enough, any strong enemy was vulnerable in front of the young master.

Zhu Yan was in a trance. With his vision, he could naturally see how terrifying the sword formation and ghost domain of the Nine Nether Immortal were. Such a powerful trick was actually broken by Fang Wang's sword.

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

Chu Yin and Zhao Zhen were full of admiration. Every time Fang Wang attacked, 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 next to him smiled bitterly and said, "It's not just you. I'm afraid that the entire Tianzong can't withstand his sword. After this trial, Fang Wang's name will be known throughout the South Sea. This time, it's absolute strength!"

Master Lin Ya 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 Master Jiuyou, he let out a long breath, a smile 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 Jiuyou Zhenren with one sword!

Although he had an immortal body, he was most afraid of the ghost cultivators. The spiritual consciousness of this kind of cultivators was strong and it was easy for him to suffer.

Jiuyou Zhenren was the one he feared the most among the twenty-four immortals.

Such an existence was killed by Fang Wang with one 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 was still young and needed time to grow up. There was 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 fixed on the old well, his sword eyebrows furrowed.

Ever since he used the Immortal Executioner Ghost Sword, he heard a faint voice calling him, and the voice came from this old well.

The arrival of Jiuyou Zhenren showed that Jiuyou's inheritance was at the bottom of the well, and he was hesitating whether to seize Jiuyou Zhenren's inheritance.

It would be a waste if he didn't seize it!

Fang Wang remembered that Zhou Xue said that Jiuyou Zhenren was the freest and most mysterious among the ascenders, and 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 scene stopped, and no one followed Fang Wang into the well.

A cultivator looked at his friend beside him and asked cautiously: "Did he just condense two more natal treasures?"