I will become an immortal in this world

When the news of Fang Wang's arrival began to spread, he was standing against the wind, his eyes locked on the blood-colored air column in the distance, and he could see the terrifying figure inside the blood-colored air column.

"What exactly is that?"

Fang Wang was surprised. The blood-colored air column made him uneasy. If it was Lu Yuanjun's ghost weapon, it would be ridiculously powerful.

A demon cultivator named Chi Mo Sect came to stop him, but before he could take action, Xiao Zi opened the mouth of the snake and spurted out a mighty sword energy. The sound was huge and powerful, dispelling the spells of the demon cultivators and forcing them to Avoid in panic.

As Fang Wang entered the battlefield, more and more great monks paid attention to his existence.

Including those around the altar.

Xu Qiu Ming looked at Fang Wang and Xiao Zi, with the corners of his mouth raised. He looked back at the white-haired man and said, "I hope you won't ask for mercy next."

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly. For Xu Qiu Ming to value him so much, it seemed that the person who came here was not simple.

The man in purple who stood on the head of the huge black python kept staring at Fang Wang. The greed in his eyes was getting worse, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fang Hanyu, who was fighting, looked up and saw Xiao Zi's huge figure passing above, with a smile on his face.

"You finally came."

Fang Hanyu murmured to himself, and his body speed suddenly increased.

Seeing Fang Wang's arrival, his confidence increased greatly and he decided not to hold back anymore, because once Fang Wang defeated the leaders of the Chi Mo Sect, the war would be over.

Miles away.

Fang Zigeng held the ancient jade and kept jumping to avoid attacks coming from all directions. At this moment, he could only take care of himself.

At this moment, corpses fell from the sky. Fang Zigeng, who had just stabilized his body, subconsciously looked up and saw Xiao Zi's huge body and Fang Wang's back.

Fang Wang raised his left hand, and the domineering Fang Tian painted halberd cut through the sky and flew back to his hand.

Fang Zigeng blinked, and after making sure he saw it correctly, he let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at Fang Wang's back, Fang Zigeng's eyes were full of envy. Even though it was dark and dark, in this purgatory-like battlefield, Fang Wang's appearance brought endless hope to people. His back was so reliable.

"I don't know what year and month it was that I could be so graceful..."

Fang Zigeng sighed in his heart, he immediately turned around and went to support other Taiyuan Sect disciples.

Killing enemies along the way, relying only on the big halberd in his hand, Fang Wang's gaze never strayed from the blood-colored air pillar.

Xiao Zi kept spraying sword energy, killing countless demon cultivators along the way. The further in, the fewer demon cultivators dared to kill them.

soon.

Fang Wang was less than three miles away from the mountain of corpses surrounding the altar, and his eyes were attracted by the white-haired man in front of Xu Qiu Ming.

This person is very strong!

This was the first impression the white-haired man had on Fang Wang.

The white-haired man soared up to a height of a hundred feet. He held a wooden sword in his hand and stepped toward Fang Wang. A powerful sword intent erupted from his body, shocking the world and causing monks within a hundred miles to turn their heads to look.

Zhao Chuangan, who was lying on the ground with only one breath, raised his head with difficulty. He opened his eyes and saw the white-haired man walking towards the horizon. On the horizon, there was a snake demon that was slowly getting bigger. There seemed to be a figure on the head of the snake.

After a few breaths, Zhao Chuanqian finally saw the figure clearly.

It's him……

A smile appeared on Zhao Chuangan's face.

How strong is Fang Wang who has broken through the Concentration Realm?

He was looking forward to it and very confident.

Xiao Zi had slowed down and stared at the white-haired man as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Tiangong Halberd in Fang Wang's hand slowly disappeared. His right hand touched the storage bag at his waist and pretended to take out a sword hilt. As he swung his right hand to the side, a white light blade burst out from the sword grid.

Rainbow Sword!

When the white-haired man saw the Rainbow Sword, his eyes changed slightly. His sword intention surged, and sword energy visible to the naked eye formed around his body, like a mountain torrent breaking through the thunderclouds above. It was extremely spectacular.

Sword shadows appeared behind Fang Wang, and the number reached thirty-six in an instant.

Jinghong Shenjian Jue, thirty-six swords!

Swordsman versus swordsman, needless to say, as soon as their eyes met, they knew that only one of them could survive.

As soon as the Jinghong Thirty-Six Swords were released, Fang Wang's aura far surpassed that of the Concentrating Soul Realm, reaching a level that moved the man in purple.

Chen Anshi frowned and looked at Fang Wang with a look full of fear and jealousy.

This kid's growth rate is really exaggerated!

"Fortunately, I invited the great monk from the Stealing Heaven Sect in advance, otherwise he might have turned the tables on him alone." Chen Anshi was secretly afraid. His eyes subconsciously looked for Lu Yuanjun, but he found that Lu Yuanjun had already disappeared.

In the dim sky and earth, thousands of eyes fell on Fang Wang and the white-haired man.

The fighting is still going on, but both the three sects of the Righteous Way and the Chi Mo Sect have heard of Fang Wang's reputation and know that Fang Wang's performance will determine the outcome of this battle.

Fang Wang is the most dazzling and powerful existence in the past hundred years!

Pushing forward a thousand years, it would be difficult to find anyone who can match Fang Wang!

at this time!

The white-haired man was the first to take action. His eyes condensed, and his own sword shadow turned into a violent storm and swept Fang Wang. Sword energy and sword shadows surged out from his body, covering the space in front, leaving an afterimage, like a scroll made of The picture scroll drawn by the sword energy is unfolding.

Expand toward Fang Wang!

Fang Wang raised the Rainbow Sword in his hand, pointed at the white-haired man, turned his right hand, and the Thirty-six Jinghong Swords suddenly broke out!

Thirty-six swords passed by him and quickly merged into one, forming a huge sword energy.

Xiao Zi trembled all over and felt as cold as if she was in a cold cellar.

boom--

Two powerful sword intentions collided, and the sword energy fought in a battle that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The deafening roar attracted countless monks to turn their heads to look.

Following their gaze, they saw two sword intentions like a torrent appeared next to the blood-colored gas column, like a sky curtain across the sky. As the huge sword energy moved forward, they vaguely saw the figures of Fang Wang and the white-haired man. Their afterimages seemed to have hundreds of clones swinging swords and fighting.

Shocking, vast!

The huge sword energy transformed by the 36 swords of Jinghong was unstoppable, forcibly tearing the sword energy scroll of the white-haired man, and his sword swinging afterimage also quickly disappeared.

The white-haired man's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately disappeared in the distance. The next second, he landed beside Xu Qiuming, and his feet slid back half a foot, which was enough to show how anxious he was just now.

As he retreated, his sword intent instantly dissipated, and the stunning sword energy swept across, cutting through the thunderclouds in the sky, and the sun poured down. The strong wind left by the sword energy had not yet dissipated, and there was a cold light in it, as if there were countless sword blade fragments.

This long rainbow of sword energy intersected with the blood-colored gas column, as if dividing the world into four areas.

This scene made both the righteous and the evil paths dumbfounded and frightened.

Fang Wang had such a powerful sword?

While manipulating the golden mirror in his hand, the sleepy master said in amazement: "This kid... I'm afraid the sword saint in the past didn't have such ability?"

No one answered him.

Fang Wang's sword made the entire battlefield quiet down. This sword was really domineering!

From a distance, Fang Wang seemed to cut the sky in half. They had never seen such a strong sword energy in their lives.

The righteous and evil cultivators who were fighting each other pulled away and then all looked at the center of the battlefield.

Fang Wang stood on Xiao Zi's head. He raised his chin slightly, pointed his sword at the white-haired man, looked at him with disdain, and whispered, "Your sword is only this good?"

With the blessing of the sword of heaven and earth, his voice was like thunder in the sky, echoing throughout the battlefield for a long time.

He was not just trying to show his saintliness. Doing so could boost the morale of the three religions of the righteous path, and at the same time deter the evil path and reduce casualties.

The white-haired man frowned, and his hand holding the wooden sword trembled slightly.

Xu Qiuming, who was not far away, couldn't help laughing, and was extremely happy.

The white-haired man said nothing, jumped up, raised his sword and killed Fang Wang.

Fang Wang's eyes changed, and he also jumped up, like a roc spreading its wings, and his momentum suddenly changed.

Fighting true skill!

In an instant, Fang Wang only had the will to fight in his heart, and his speed suddenly increased, diving towards the white-haired man.

The two collided in mid-air. They swung their swords quickly, and the speed of the sword blades created a dazzling afterimage. The sword energy was overflowing and swayed in all directions of the world, forcing Xu Qiuming to dodge.

The two men moved very fast, fighting with pure sword skills. The sword intent was fighting and the sword energy was swaying!

Their fighting speed was too fast, and the sword light was trembling, making it impossible to see their moves clearly.

Boom!

The two fell to the ground, raising a rolling dust. Fang Wang shook his sword and killed him. The white-haired man raised his sword to resist, his eyes full of fear.

"Such a fast sword... Such a domineering sword intent... How could there be such a sword cultivator here?"

The white-haired man thought in fear. He had tried his best, but each of Fang Wang's swords was too tricky, and each move was aimed at the flaws in his sword skills, causing him to resist with difficulty. Now he has many injuries on his body, but their speed was too fast, so the spectators did not notice that he was injured.

The two fought for less than four breaths, and the white-haired man had more than twenty sword wounds on his body!

It was his biggest mistake to fight in close combat with Fang Wang, who had a fighting spirit!

Of course, he had already lost in the sword energy competition!

In a very short period of time, the two swords had hit each other more than five hundred times. The white-haired man realized that he was no match for Fang Wang, and he had the idea of ​​retreating.

But how could Fang Wang, who had activated the true fighting skill, let him retreat?

Just as the white-haired man jumped away, Fang Wang held the sword in his backhand and stepped in front of him. When their eyes met, Fang Wang's eyes made his heart tremble.

Such a cold look!

The white-haired man had practiced sword for five hundred years, but this was the first time he encountered such a look.

Puff!

The white-haired man was chopped off by Fang Wang's sword, and blood splattered. Before he landed, Fang Wang killed him again.

This time, the white-haired man completely lost the power to parry, and his moves were messy. Every time he blocked a sword, he had to add two new sword wounds.

This scene was seen by many cultivators as a completely different scene.

A one-sided battle!

This mysterious white-haired man was no match for Fang Wang at all, and he had no power to fight back!

But many of them had seen how the white-haired man defeated Xu Qiuming.

At that time, Xu Qiuming was just like the white-haired man now, and he had no power to fight back either...

Xu Qiuming dodged the sword energy while watching the battle, and he was excited. At this moment, he had an indescribable emotion towards Fang Wang.