Chapter 1200 The Art of Forgetting Love

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it, so don't blame me for being ruthless now!"

Fierce Dao, the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, rushed straight up, roaring muffledly, and the ancient sword in his palm suddenly turned into a pilian and rolled straight towards Fang Xing. Each step is composed of sword rays, which are enough to easily kill Nascent Soul. And this entire battle turned into circles of light, surrounding Fang Xing from the front, back, left, and right, making it almost impossible to avoid him, and he didn't even know where the sword light would come from. This sword technique has shown a very high level of attainment. I am afraid it is not far behind Lu Fengxian's martial arts, and the torrential magic power contained in the sword technique has reached the seventh level of transcending tribulation, which is particularly terrifying...

"Haha, why should I seize the opportunity you gave me?"

The Hundred Battle Spirit Soldier in Fang Xing's palm flipped over and turned into a cloud of smoke, but it floated around him. Countless sword lights came from around him, and the horizontal and vertical slashes surrounding him hit the smoke, but they made a chaotic "ding-dong-dang" sound. And in this situation where he seemed to be unable to fight back after being beaten, his voice was still extremely cold, even contemptuous...

"because……"

The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm withdrew his sword light and turned it into a green dragon. He concentrated his power on one point and hit Fang Xing directly. Although the attack was fierce, there was still no determination on his face. It was as if there was still a knot in his heart that he had not yet untied, and he wanted to untie this knot in his heart before he could really kill Fang Xing: " ... You should know that I also care about the Tianyuan creatures, and I also hate the Gods... Since you never thought of surrendering to the Divine Court from the beginning, why have you never considered joining forces with me? Why do you still know your own strength? Too weak to fight against the Divine Court, but you have never thought about the Little Fairy World?"

His voice was extremely vague and he did not speak clearly, but his eyes were shining brightly, staring at Fang Xing's face.

"Um?"

However, Fang Xing's mind was spinning very fast, and in a flash of thought, he understood the meaning of the words of the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm.

"Ha ha……"

After being slightly stunned, he burst into laughter, as if he had heard a huge joke.

This descendant of the little fairy world, a creature of Tianyuan, and a lackey of the divine court, the various problems in his mind are really complicated...

At this time, he actually felt a little sorry for himself!

He thought that his cultivation was tyrannical and his strength was invincible, and he was also thinking about the Tianyuan creatures. Therefore, after seeing the appearance of the Fengtian Alliance, he had an extremely subtle thought. He has tried to form an alliance with Fang Xing countless times, but he has been rejected every time. Therefore, he does not understand that he is a Tianyuan creature after all, and a Tianyuan creature with extremely strong cultivation and power, so why is this demon? Would you rather form an alliance with some weak people who are unlikely to succeed than never try to form an alliance with yourself?

Although I may not agree, you have to ask...

Even deep in the hearts of the descendants of the Little Fairy World, there is an idea that is not easy to be known...

When he saw the Fengtian Alliance appear just now, he felt a ripple of blood and an impulse in his heart!

It was a passionate feeling of sacrificing one's life to protect the righteousness, and fighting against the divine court with a horizontal sword...

Perhaps, if Fang Xing had formed an alliance with him earlier and told everything, then he would have betrayed Shenting and helped them!

but none!

This demon has been thinking about going against the Divine Court from the beginning, and is also looking for allies, but he has never considered himself.

Why?

Now that he has taken action, under the violent swordsmanship, he has left a glimmer of hope, just to ask this question.

Why don't you come to me?

I'm obviously... not a bad person...

To a certain extent, he has a kind thought in his heart, but he doesn't understand why no one sees this kind thought of his and why he doesn't come to win over him, because deep down in his heart, he doesn't want to be a slave of the gods. Ah, maybe I will agree...

"Do you want to ask me why I don't ask you to help us save Tianyuan?"

Unlike the heirs of the Little Fairy World who were vague and had complex thoughts, Fang Xing spoke clearly and clearly in one sentence, but his voice was full of ridicule and sarcasm. When the voice sounded, the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier in his hand suddenly The light was so bright that it turned into a huge iron spear that was tens of feet long. It swept away fiercely, shattering the sword light all over the sky, and turned it into misty dust particles, fluttering: "Because you, the little fairy world, are traitors to begin with. , you have helped the gods descend to Tianyuan, you are unforgivable..."

His voice became louder and louder, and the ten-foot-long spear swept across the void, swaying away countless sword lights.

"I don't know what other people think. In my opinion, your little fairy world deserves to die!"

"It was you who chose to be the lackeys of the Divine Court in the first place, so why would I want to help you again?"

"As my junior brother said, I'm not at the point where I have to join forces with you slaves to reach our destination..."

"Boom!"

When he reached the end of his sentence, a ten-foot-long spear suddenly shot out and stabbed straight into the chest of the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm.

"More importantly, you are using Xiaoman to threaten me...so all of you Xiaoxian world must die!"

The spear flew across the air with unparalleled violence, directly attacking the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm.

But what was more ferocious and violent than the spear was Fang Xing's words, which were like a sharp sword stabbing into his heart.

The ridicule and sarcasm in the words instantly wiped away the little bit of passion and good thoughts in the heart of the little immortal world heir. The tangled look on his face also completely disappeared, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared completely. He flew tens of feet, looking like a volcano suddenly erupted. With a "choking" sound, the ancient sword in his palm stopped Fang Xing's spear, but a pair of eyes looked at Fang Xing with a solemn look. , eyes intertwined, sparks flying: "Since you are so proud, then die by my sword!"

"Remember, it was you who pushed our little fairy world to the divine court..."

Boom!

His ancient sword rose sharply, as if turning into a strong wind, and swept towards Fang Xing coldly.

"No, you chose to be lackeys..."

Fang Xing still kept his words, and while he was shouting in a low voice, the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier changed again, and turned into a sledgehammer casually. The hammer head was as big as a small mountain, and even emitted The heavy mountain spirit was as heavy as Fengchan Mountain, but in Fang Xing's hands, it was so light that it seemed to have no weight at all. He just smashed it over with force. Before the sword of the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm could be raised, he was already struck by him. The hammer smashed into chaos, and the huge wind and waves rushed straight towards the evil path like a river, and the dignified swordsmanship was completely controlled...

"This weapon is really so difficult..."

The descendant of the Little Immortal Realm changed his sword moves several times, but each one was disrupted by Fang Xing's Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers, and he became a little irritable.

The Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers are indeed extraordinary. They have endless transformations. They have nine thousand and nine magical powers. In terms of martial arts, the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm are already extremely accomplished in swordsmanship. But against the Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers, they are simply tied up and unable to do anything. Being restrained, even if his cultivation level is higher than Fang Xing's, he still cannot take advantage in front of Fang Xing's Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers, just like the situation between Lu Fengxian and Gu He...

Among the current Tianyuan juniors, when it comes to martial arts creation, there is no doubt that Fang Xing and Lu Fengxian are the leaders.

Lu Fengxian was extremely gifted, and his martial arts attainments were almost endless, rising steadily.

However, Fang Xing took a different approach and built such a hundred battle soul weapon, which gave him a huge advantage.

"Do you think such a weapon is enough to stand out from the crowd?"

At this time, Fang Xing obviously didn't say anything proud, but the descendant of the Little Immortal World was at a very sensitive time. His swordsmanship, which he was usually very proud of, was directly carved to death by Fang Xing, but he seemed to be affected. Like an extremely strong insult, the anger in his heart suddenly boiled up, and his body suddenly retreated a hundred feet, and then his eyes were fixed on Fang Xing.

"Snapped"

He actually picked up the ancient sword with both hands, then broke it in two, threw it in the air like trash, and then slowly raised his hands.

"It's difficult to defeat you with martial arts, so let's let you try the magical powers of our little fairy world..."

"Does the little fairy world have any amazing magical powers?"

Fang Xing condensed for a moment, thought for a moment, then shook his head, directly commanded the Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers and charged over again.

At this time, he really looked down on the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm. This person had the ability to compete with the Son of God of the Night Clan. Although he was strong, Uncle Fang didn't take it seriously. After all, he had the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier in hand. If you have the most powerful weapon in the world, you can even restrain the Ancient Crane's Ancient Mace of Chaos, let alone the ordinary ancient sword used by Fierce Dao? To a certain extent, Fang Xing's Hundred Battle Spirit Soldiers are one of the "Tao Fruits" of his cultivation in this life. In this life, he has been wandering around, grabbing things and grabbing things, and he has had many great opportunities that others can't match. ? And these Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers are the final product of the fusion of these great opportunities, the transformation of the demon body!

Although the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier is only a prototype now, the realm of this soldier has definitely reached the realm of an immortal weapon.

What's more important is that this weapon is more powerful because it connects with Fang Xing's mind!

Although Fang Xing restrained the Little Immortal Realm Messenger Sword, Fang Xing still looked down upon him when he used his magical powers!

But obviously what Fang Xing didn't expect was that the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm actually mastered an incredible magical power.

"The magical power of creation arises, and I forget my feelings before I even say a word!"

A low chant came from the mouth of the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, and then facing Fang Xing's extremely fierce Hundred Battle Soul Soldiers, the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm did not avoid it, and pointed it out gently, and the surrounding void suddenly became a blur. Misty, like a huge dream, all the order and power in the world collapsed, completely condensed on his finger, directly piercing the space...

"The Heavenly Art of Forgetting Love?"

Fang Xing's heart suddenly started beating when he saw the magical power from the Xiaoxian Realm.

It's hard to describe the huge sense of crisis he felt at this moment. Almost subconsciously, he protected himself with the Hundred Battle Spirit Soldiers and quickly stepped back. He shouted like a turbulent wave in his heart: "How could this bastard do this?" The power of forgetting love?"

"Isn't that an inheritance that no one has ever successfully practiced?"