It is still 300,000 kilograms of pure power, 80% of the sword in the middle stage, and the sword inspiration Tianyue Sword.

There is no way, this is the strongest attack move Su Xuan can take at present.

This is still the case of blood boiling, otherwise, there would be only 200,000 kilograms of pure power.

"Little bastard, do you think I am the useless person Gao Qingjian?" Fu Hengkun snorted coldly, and was prepared. Facing Su Xuan's terrifying sword, he raised his hand and poked the space in front of him.

Fu Hengkun called Gao Qingjian a useless person, but in fact, even he was a little afraid of the strength that Gao Qingjian had shown before. The reason why he insulted Gao Qingjian was a useless person was just because Gao Qingjian was arrogant and did not kill Su Xuan. He was very unhappy.

Fu Hengkun's words were contemptuous of Su Xuan, but he did not despise him at all, but instead he was extremely cruel.

He poked out his fingers casually, but in fact, the finger was called "The Prisoner of the Sky" and was the martial arts skill of the Piaomiao Sect.

The existence of the mysterious skill!!!

Extremely strong.

Only the sect leader can practice, and even Mr. Zhou is not qualified.

Fu Hengkun thinks he has a good martial arts talent, but he has been practicing "The Finger of the Sky" for 36 years and has just started.

Even so, the power of "Prisoning Finger" is still terrifying and incredible.

It can be clearly seen that a black fingerprint looks like a magic pillar that emerges from the void. There are "prison" character seals on the fingerprint, and there are strange formations fusion.

"Click..."

The black fingerprint just came into contact with Su Xuan's sword light in the air. Su Xuan's sword light torn apart in an instant, and quickly turned into nothingness in the midst of the wail.

Not a match at all.

But the black fingerprint became even darker, filled with an extremely destructive and a quaint smell.

The speed of the black fingerprint suddenly accelerated and headed towards Su Xuan.

There is a feeling of darkness above the Ye Family Wudao Garden, and the airflow of the black fingerprints is chilling.

"Damn it!!!" Su Xuan cursed lowly, his pores standing up, because the black fingerprints coming towards him made him feel a sense of fatal threat.

"Tianyin Sword!Tianyin Sword!Tianyin Sword..." Su Xuan went crazy, his body was bright red, full of ferocious and crazy expression. The Red Shadow Sword in his hand was only waving desperately. In an instant, there were 9 consecutive swords.

The gap in strength is too big. Fu Hengkun is in the late stage of the Venerable Realm, much stronger than Gao Qingjian.

Therefore, Su Xuan can only stack 9 moves in succession to deal with Fu Hengkun's finger.

The effect is pretty good. In the air, the 9 swords were superimposed, and finally blocked the finger seal of the prison sky.

However.

Nine consecutive swords burst out, and Su Xuan's body was like his true energy was drained, even his bone marrow was drained.

Yes, Su Xuan has a blood treasure, and his true energy is endless and he will never stop until he dies.

But the use of the Nine Swords with all his strength in an instant still puts him too much load. Even if the blood treasure needs to be used to help him recover, it will take about three or four breaths for a short period of time.

"Hey...young man, I'll send you to see the King of Hell!" Three or two breaths seemed to be short, and it flashed, but Old Zhou grabbed it, and his old and faint eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Old Zhou's withered palm lingered, and a golden sword blade appeared in his hand.

The sword blade is not long, only one foot, but it is very essence, as if endless lasers are condensed together.

The sharp edge of the sword is really strong, great success.

Su Xuan's face was pale. He didn't expect that this old mao was so shameless?!!! He really started with Fu Hengkun? The key is that the time of choice was particularly accurate, which happened to be the time point of his weak period of three or two breaths.

Su Xuan's sweat pores were completely opened, his heartbeat was a little stagnant, and the smell of death was so strong that it covered his whole body.

The strange golden sword energy blade that Mr. Zhou used had already reached his side.

"rub!"
Chapter completed!