Chapter 1381 Swallowing and Absorption

Eighty-one golden swords faced eighty-one golden knives. Under the control of Fang Ping and Tao Zhi, they made a dense and sweet "ding-ding" sound.

Not only was the sound sweet, but when the swords collided, the dazzling metallic aura and regular sparks were scattered, and the sky was illuminated into a bright golden color.

It's just that for these two people, they have no intention of paying attention to this. Being on both sides of the war, they need to control their swords with all their strength for offense and defense. Any insignificant distraction may be seized by their opponents, thus ruining their lives. .

Tao Zhi's golden sword has been tempered for many years, and he himself comes from a famous family. The exercises he practices are the magical secret techniques passed down from ancient times. Coupled with the powerful guidance in Qingjiao Immortal Palace, Tao Zhi has great strength.

On the other hand, Fang Ping used the golden sword to perform the sword formation. Although the effect was not great, it was still a bit awkward, so that he could not use his full strength at all.

But he relied on his familiarity with the Gengxi Sword Formation, as well as his deep soul and rich combat experience to successfully resist the opponent's attack that was like a storm at the beginning.

As time went by, and after gradually adapting to the discomfort caused by using knives instead of sword formations, Fang Ping became more and more comfortable, and was able to fight back and forth with the opponent.

By now, Fang Ping had keenly discovered the advantage of the golden sword in opening and closing when dealing with the sword formation. Then Fang Ping took advantage of this and slashed wildly at the golden sword, killing one golden sword after another. Chopped roughly.

Even if he fights for his own golden elixir, it will still be consumed by the golden sword, so he has no worries.

Because he knew very well that with the Nascent Soul of the Divine Tree, he could easily replenish it no matter how much gold knives he consumed.

On the other hand, the opponent is just a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if he has a famous teacher, extraordinary qualifications, and is a powerful genius, in the end he is just a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Nascent Soul monks who use Lingbao naturally have to face the problem that their own spiritual power cannot sustain the Lingbao for long periods of time.

Soon, Fang Ping's tactics began to bear fruit.

As the golden sword continued to be destroyed by Fang Ping's consumption, Tao Zhi replenished the golden sword slower and slower, because every time he replenished the golden sword, Tao Zhi needed to consume a lot of his spiritual power and soul.

When he finally lost his strength and withdrew the sword array, his face turned pale and he was still breathing heavily.

When a Nascent Soul monk begins to pant violently, it naturally means that his own consumption can no longer be borne.

"You seem to be in trouble!" Fang Ping did not pursue the victory.

Tao Zhi opened his mouth and swallowed a pill, staring at Fang Ping with blood-red eyes: "Who are you?"

Fang Ping shook his head: "You are about to die, why are you asking so many questions? While I am still interested in measuring your strength, you'd better seize the time to use your favorite methods."

"Then I will help you!" The rapid recovery of spiritual power in his body gave Tao Zhi the confidence to say, "If you didn't take advantage of my lack of spiritual power just now, you would have made the most regrettable decision in your life."

After speaking, Tao Zhi stretched out his hand, and the golden sword quickly grew in size, eventually turning into a giant sword that was three feet long.

Tao Zhi bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood on the giant sword. At the same time, he raised the sword high with both hands: "The golden sword splits the sky, go to hell!"

The metallic spiritual energy rushed toward the golden sword crazily, and at the same time, Tao Zhi desperately sent his spiritual energy into the giant sword.

The metallic rules evolved on the giant sword, turning into mysterious lines that appeared on the giant sword, making the giant sword's power continue to increase.

Seeing this, Fang Ping just shook his head slightly: "This move is not bad, but it's a pity that you are too weak and it seems that you cannot fully display its power. What a pity!"

When the giant sword slashed down, Fang Ping held the golden sword tightly and struck forward with the giant sword.

"bite"

It was like an explosion in the scorching sun, like a pot of melted gold water splashing everywhere, or like a golden sword melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless golden lights splashed out in all directions along with the metallic spiritual energy that was so rich that it liquefied, and the golden light that seemed to destroy the world exploded in all directions.

Countless tiny golden swords once again exploded in all directions, but this time it affected a wider area and was more destructive. Not only did the nearby dense woods directly turn into sand, but even several distant hills were destroyed. Cut by the scattered swords, it turned into tiny golden gravels that disintegrated and drifted in the wind.

"puff"

Tao Zhi was even more shocked by the force of the shock that erupted at the moment when the swords collided, so that his internal organs were torn apart. The protective magic weapon on his body had long been shattered. His body was densely covered with small wounds, and among the wounds there were A faint metallic aura and regular aura remain.

Compared to the physical injuries, his Nascent Soul was also riddled with holes, and streams of pure golden spiritual power leaked out of the Nascent Soul.

His body hit the ground hard, Tao Zhi stuffed another pill into his mouth, and then ran away without looking back.

The blow just now made him completely realize the strength gap between himself and Fang Ping.

The sword he struck down with all his strength seemed to have struck an extremely hard wall. Not only did it not cause much damage to the other party, but he was seriously injured by the powerful counter-shock force.

Who would have known that he had just started to run away, and the next moment Fang Ping had appeared in front of him: "Is this the end? Are you leaving without saying goodbye?"

Fang Ping had a faint smile on his face, but in Tao Zhi's eyes, it was as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

"What do you want to do?" Tao Zhi thought, and completely ignored his wounded Nascent Soul, and directly performed a very energy-consuming escape technique.

Unfortunately, just as his escape technique began, his neck was pinched by a big hand.

"Why are you so rude?" Fang Ping said, "Don't you want to know who I am and what I want to do?"

"No, I don't want to know, just let me go!"

It's not Tao Zhi's fault that he didn't have the courage and determination to fight to the death, but Fang Ping had already sealed his Nascent Soul, his soul, and even his body that was constantly bleeding when he grabbed his neck.

"To be honest, you are the first immortal I have met. I also want to try to see what benefits I can get by refining and devouring you. You see, I have already helped you seal your injuries, but I am afraid that you are too seriously injured and lose too much energy."

After saying that, Fang Ping didn't continue to talk nonsense. With a thought, he directly shattered the other party's soul and Nascent Soul. The next moment, as Fang Ping's handprint changed, the blood talisman released a suction force the moment it appeared.

Under Fang Ping's curious gaze, Tao Zhi's body actually began to melt away bit by bit, transforming into strands of pure energy that merged into the blood talisman.