Blood light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan used ninety-nine eighty-one swords, and the sword was fatal.

Chen Qiyou quickly retreated, his hands were like butterflies, crushing the blood-colored sword energy.

But Fang Yuanqing roared, and the light of the Blood-Drinking Sword flashed continuously, and another ninety-nine eighty-one sword.

Chen Qiyou's eyebrows shone brightly, and he retreated again and again.

Around her body, many blood-red sword auras were broken and scattered, with an astonishing number.

"Eat me a knife!"

At this time, Fang Yuan took another step and slashed it down with one sword.

As soon as the knife came out, the fine sword energy around it suddenly seemed to have a backbone, swarming in and gathered into a covered sword energy.

This set of urgent attacks is like the three overlapping waves of the Yangtze River, especially the last gathering knife. Even if the resurrection of the Heavenly Marquis is resurrected, Fang Yuan also has strong confidence to make him hate him!

Boom!

The sword aura soared into the sky, scattering the clouds, and the world was in chaos.

Chen Qiyou, who was under the sword, turned solemn, and his hands were like slapping a barbarian, constantly flowing back and forth on the side of the sword.

His palm turned into a phantom in the sky, and he didn't know how many moves he made in an instant.

However, the huge blood-red sword aura suddenly froze in mid-air and suddenly turned into fragments.

"Nangong Wuwang, admit defeat! All your own aura is under my heavenly eyes!"

Chen Qiyou stood with his hands behind his back, with a proud expression.

"Is that true?"

Fang Yuan held the blood-drinking knife with a smile on his face.

Boom!
Chapter completed!