"I tried my best to test the route of Qi with more than a hundred experts in the martial arts world, and then took over seven sword slaves, deducing the seven killing styles of the Heavenly Demons to the present state of no change. Finally, I will conquer this dragon myself!"

Fang Ming stood tall and said calmly, but Shen Lang seemed to smell a bloody storm.

"One sword in hand, no ghosts and gods are left behind, and the seven demons kill, and the ones who block the sword will be killed! Although this sword is at its limit, every time you swing it, you must self-injure your essence, blood and vitality, first hurt yourself and then hurt others!"

A flush suddenly appeared on Fang Mingruyu's face, and he coughed slightly: "After practicing the Demon Seven Killings by myself, I only took action twice! My vitality was greatly damaged!"

Shen Lang said: "Once, it must be in Shaolin, and another time it is Mrs. Wang!"

"Not bad!" Fang Mingshou: "When I first killed Bianxin, I lost nine years of life in this body, and defeated Yunmeng Fairy lost three years of life... These two wars are also a kind of sublimation for me. My own cultivation is always different from watching others... Now, if I swing my sword again, the energy I spent will be compensated in three months..."

Shen Lang said: "Are you not satisfied with such a powerful magic knife?"

Fang Ming said: "At this time, I have only been trained to the level of small success, because Fairy Yunmeng is only the third master in the world... I can hold back against her, but it is not the case with you and the King of Happyness..."

"The division of the three masters in the world is actually how much I expect from you!"

"I could kill the Happy King before, but I was patient and waited for you! After fighting with you, my own energy will definitely reach its peak. Then I will challenge the Happy King again..."

Fang Ming sighed and said, "Only by defeating the Happy King and being able to stop and not kill, is the time when I truly subdue the poisonous dragon of the Demon Seven Killing Style and drive it from the heart to turn it into my own use!"

Failed but not killed!

Of course, Shen Lang knew the difficulty of this. It was easy to kill people, but it was difficult to stop! The Happy King was originally the best master in the world, and the Demon Seven Killings Style was never returned, and it was also a wild and difficult-to-dressed demon!

Fang Ming wanted to use his own strength to forcibly subdue the devil! It was equivalent to dealing with two top masters at the same time!

Only by practicing the magic sword to the highest level and deeply transforming it into something you control can you truly fail without killing!

Shen Lang felt that he had only truly met Wang Lianhua today, "You...you have done all this just to practice knife?"

"Of course it's for practicing swords! And completely conquer this 'Demon Seven Killing Style'! All things born with me are the main ones and are used by me, so how could I be a slave to a mere sword technique!"

Fang Ming smiled.

Shen Lang was silent for a long time, and then the other party bowed and said, "I admire this kind of martial arts heart even if I don't agree with this kind of martial arts!"

"Now you already know everything, do you still have any doubts?" Fang Ming asked.

"No more! Please take action!" Shen Lang said.

"please!"

Fang Mingpianran ended up, and his palm had already grasped the handle of the knife.

Shen Lang started with the ancient iron sword, and used his finger to play the sword, and the sword made a dragon roar.

The dragon roared endlessly, and the long sword turned into a divine dragon, and stabbed it with one sword.

This sword is as delicate as a dragon, as fast as lightning, with sword energy radiating across the room, and the sword technique is just like the person, elegant and elegant, and cannot be seen.

This sword technique is like a flying immortal from the sky. The stroke of the gods is already Shen Lang’s current limit!

Then, he heard the sound of the scimitar being unsheathed.

choke!

The sword light, the extremely dazzling sword light, roared out with a terrifying murderous aura, covering the entire sword energy in the hall before.

If Shen Lang’s sword is a fairy, then Fang Ming’s sword is an evil ghost from Jiuyou, hell!

Shen Lang had seen the Demon Seven Killing Technique more than once, but after Fang Ming really took action, he was shocked to find that whether it was Zuo Gonglong or Jin Budian, their martial arts skills were simply not worthy of carrying shoes in front of Wang Lianhua's sword!

boom!

The swords and swords suddenly intersected, and a huge force also surged.

Shen Lang kept flying backwards, and from the corner of his eyes he saw the evil ghost split into seven, roaring towards his vital body!

One sword is swung out, as if he is in hell! All the ghosts seek their lives! Soul-catching and killing!

This is also the last scene he saw...

...

In the ancient room, Fang Ming was wearing a loose robe, with long hair loosely draped over his shoulders, and his right hand kept waving, obviously he had entered some kind of state of mind.

He made a move like the wind, splashing ink, and instantly completed a shocking painting.

A squeak!

Bai Feifei came in wearing a veil and said with a smile: "What are you drawing?"

When she stepped forward, she saw a picture of Hell Shura! Just one glance, she seemed to smell the smell of sulfur and blood between her mouth and nose, which made her look distorted.

"This painting is called the 'Seven Killings Shura Picture', I want to give it to you!"

Fang Ming turned the painting upside down, and there was actually a pair of exactly the same engravings on the mahogany table, with traces as if they had just been printed.

A master writes with a strength that penetrates the back of the paper, and a famous artist paints with great depth. If he has reached the level of a master, he can write a stele with only a brush!

The battle with Shen Lang made Fang Ming go further, and his spirit reached the limit, and he actually came into contact with the second level of the sword path - the realm of sword intention in advance!

The Demon Seven Killing Style was originally the master's sword, and Fang Ming's invincible mentality in this world finally made him briefly understand the power of the sword intent. Although he withdrew in just a moment, his sword path was a sublimation!

And Fang Ming did not waste this moment, and had already incorporated the sword intention into the painting and integrated it into the Seven Killings Shura picture in front of him.

"Give it to me?" Bai Feifei put away the scroll, and the expression on his face returned to calmness, like a wandering soul.

"What those slaves with all the kalpas get is the dry bones in the tomb of the Demon Seven Killings. Only this Seven Killings Shura picture is the real essence of the Seven Killings style..."

Fang Mingdao.

Bai Feifei's eyes were finally moved: "Aren't you afraid that I will spread this knife?"

Fang Ming laughed: "I'm just afraid you won't spread enough..."

This is a vague idea in his mind. He has now deduced the Demon Seven Killings to the current limit. If you want to make another breakthrough, you can only make a breakthrough by gathering the power of many geniuses, spending many years, and constantly introducing new things in years.

Although the martial arts foreign history is over, when the plot of Xiao Li flying sword begins, it will naturally be the time for him to harvest!

In addition, you can also see whether these martial arts worlds traveled by the Martial Arts Order are independent or interrelated.

"Hehe..." Bai Feifei didn't ask much, and asked again: "I came here this time just to ask you, since Shen Lang lost, will our engagement continue?"

The expression on Fang Ming's face suddenly became very strange, it was an expression that Bai Feifei had never seen before.

He said slowly: "I have heard people say... I pretend to be a pussy, even if I cry, I must continue to pretend... And, no matter what, I have gotten a beauty and it won't be a loss! Aren't it?"

...

Shen Lang finally woke up.

At this moment, he realized that everything was in his body. The true power in his dantian that had been practicing hard since childhood and had been tempered for thousands of times had disappeared without a trace.

"The Demon Seven Killing Style... It's really the Demon in the Sword!"

When he recalled the duel scene, especially the extremely domineering sword energy invaded and destroyed the meridians and even the dantian, even Shen Lang couldn't help but sweat.

"Shen Lang, Shen Lang... I didn't expect that I would fight countless enemies, but this time I left a life because the enemy was too strong..."

Shen Lang smiled bitterly, and naturally knew what it meant to survive.

The prison door opened, a veil girl walked in and said coldly: "Are you still alive?"

Shen Lang had already heard the voice was Bai Feifei and said with a wry smile: "I would rather die on the spot! Since Wang Lianhua can stop at the end, she will be defeated instead of killing her! Of course, the magic skill has gone a step further!"

Bai Feifei said: "It's good that you know. I have one more thing to tell you. My wedding date with him has been set, and it will be seven days later!"

"How can this be done?"

Shen Lang was shocked and said, "This...this is absolutely not possible!"

"Why?" Bai Feifei laughed wildly: "He is handsome and has high martial arts skills. Isn't he the dream lover of all women?"

While laughing wildly, Shen Lang felt countless whips coming, as if Bai Feifei could only slightly relieve the pain in his heart when he tortures.

The whip was dipped in salt water, and it was of course painful to suck it on the body, but Shen Lang felt pain in his heart!

"Don't you know...he...he is yours..."

Shen Lang said, but then he took a heavy punch from his stomach and almost vomited out bitter gallbladder.

"Isn't it great to marry him? You don't know that if a woman hates a man, then there is no better way to revenge than marrying him... Because from then on, she can be with that man day and night, and do all her means to take revenge..."

Bai Feifei hissed.

The whip hit like a strong wind and tsunami, but Shen Lang's whole face became dull until two drops of hot tears slowly fell on his face.

Shen Lang looked at Bai Feifei and suddenly felt the fragility and loneliness in her heart.

He was stunned for a moment, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "He...has he bullied you..."

Bai Feifei did not answer, as if he was tired of fighting, so he leaned against the rock wall and slowly gasped. Suddenly, a wooden plate was supported with abundant food and water.

"Ele.me? Just eat when you are hungry..."

Bai Feifei's voice murmured: "You can continue after eating enough..."

The food was delicious and the water was sweet, but Shen Lang seemed to be eating a knife in his mouth, but he still forced himself to eat everything in one bite.

Even if he is severely injured now, even if he is like a dog now, he is still the Shen Lang! The unparalleled Shen Lang!

Only after eating enough can you have the strength to make countermeasures, and you can try to bring Bai Feifei out of this magic cave!

Bai Feifei and Shen Lang had such a strange relationship lasted for six days.

Until the seventh day, Bai Feifei, wearing a wedding dress, came to Shen Lang, picked him up and left.

She was very quick in light skills and almost instantly arrived at the foot of Xinglong Mountain.

Bai Feifei, who was wearing a wedding dress, was very beautiful, but in Shen Lang's eyes, this wedding dress was just like a blood-stained one.

"You go!"

Bai Feifei untied Shen Lang's restraints and acupoints, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, leaving only the dazed Shen Lang alone.
Chapter completed!