Chapter 1144 (1/2)

The billowing smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and a figure flew backward from it, and fell heavily to the ground after crossing a distance of tens of meters.

It seems that because of the excessive impact, the figure bounced back after falling heavily to the ground and shaking a crack. It can be seen that this figure seems to want to control his body, but I don't know why his attempt is just futile, because he soon fell to the ground again. After bouncing down several times, he kept rolling out on the ground and raised a yellow dragon.

At this time, it was nearly 100 meters away from the position where he fell to the ground for the first time.

Until this time, the figure was finally able to regain control of itself and got up from the ground in a panic.

However, when he got up, the figure did not retreat, but quickly raised his arms - at this time, he could finally see clearly that the arms of the figure were still connected with a thin stabbing sword, and the whole body was condensed by the black fog that almost turned into reality.

This is a fog spirit!

He is the commander of the second legion of the dead.

A dark figure broke through the air from the Yellow Dragon like smoke and dust, almost close to the fog spirit. The moment he got up, he had killed him in front of him. If the fog spirit didn't immediately put on a fighting posture at the moment of getting up, I'm afraid he would be hit hard from behind.

Sean looked indifferent. There was no emotion or mood on his face. He just waved his sword right hand.

A sword shines.

But it is not a bright and warm sword, but dark as ink and deep as night.

This sword covered a wide range, directly wrapped Sean, and this black brilliance seemed to have a very strange ability. Any line of sight and light shining on this space were swallowed up, and even the perception and field tentacles of the strong could not be explored.

The red awn in the two pupils of the fog spirit flashed suddenly, showing a frightened emotional atmosphere.

The two thin stabbing swords condensed by black fog stabbed at the opponent are like stabbing into a bottomless abyss. They can't see any results at all. Similarly, the fog spirit could not feel the thick feeling of his double swords stabbing the target - but it was not like the feeling of stabbing the air. If you have to describe it, it was that he seemed to completely lose the touch of his hands at this moment.

”This......” the fog spirit hurriedly wanted to draw back.

But this space did shake suddenly.

It was a visible tremor, as if the barrier that maintained a piece of heaven and earth exceeded the limit of bearing, and finally could no longer support and began to collapse.

Then the fog Spirit gave a cry of horror.

The special field formed by the black sword was completely blown up in an instant. Like broken glass, the broken black space formed countless black cracks about a foot long, and then shot out in all directions.

Among them, the most seriously injured is naturally the fog spirit close at hand.

These black tiny cracks are made of the purest sword Qi. A simple attack of such sword Qi is not very powerful. Even a strong man in the lower holy land can stop it. However, under such a close explosion and dense bombardment, its power can be compared with the full attack of the superior saint. At least it has stronger power than Sean's actual soul cutting.

However, only Sean knew that he actually used all the fighting skills he could use at present.

Including the ability of wasting the field, the ability of unformed space field, and the three different due skills of calming the soul, breaking the soul and cutting the soul. In addition, as a blend of everything, it comes from his own understanding of fencing.

Sean has stepped into the field of swordsman for a long time, but he has never had his own sword skills. In other words, there is no personal sword skill that can match the level of ”sword saint”. Until today, after many battles and battles, as well as fighting so deeply into the enemy's encirclement, he really found out this move and combined all his sword skills that he could combine and should have.

But unfortunately, this is still only a semi-finished sword skill.

And it's still the kind of sword skill that can't be taught to others, because Sean's sword skill makes use of the double rules of time and space.

With only one sword, the fog spirit has been shot into a hornet's nest. Even if he hasn't died for a while and a half, the destructive power of Sean's sword is also very terrible for him. The place where he was penetrated by the black sword gas can't recover automatically. If you concentrate on observation, you can see that there are still traces of strength belonging to Sean on the edge of these torn holes. It is these traces that prevent the self-healing of fog spirit's body.

Seeing this, Sean frowned slightly: ”sure enough, it's still a little short.”

Sean's voice was so calm that he could hear it clearly.

But it was because he heard it very clearly that he knew that from the moment the magic array was destroyed, he had become Sean's sword test stone - when any strong man created his own martial arts skills, he needed not only savvy, talent and understanding of his own ability, but also a strong opponent. But the funny thing is that he didn't realize this at all, and even thought he could turn the tables and reverse the situation before.

”Who the hell are you?” The fog Spirit said in some panic.

”It doesn't make any sense to tell you.” Sean said faintly, ”do you still want revenge?”

”I'm the commander of the second undead army!” The fog spirit roared like a beast, forced his momentum to completely burst out, and finally suppressed the sword fighting spirit left by Sean. His broken body like a rag began to repair itself, but his breath was also attenuated.

At this moment, the strength of the fog spirit has dropped to the level of entering the next Holy Land.

Sean shook his head slightly and said coldly, ”I don't care who you are. But I'm really happy to destroy Rick's plan. ”

After that, Sean didn't give the fog any chance to speak and think, and stabbed it with a sword.

The black brilliance flashed on the black king sword in Sean's right hand, and a very solid sword spirit burst out suddenly.

This time, the sword awn broke through the air no longer formed an area like the night, but the sword momentum emitted from the sword technique was the same as Sean's countless broken sword Qi like a curtain before. Obviously, this move belongs to the same set of sword skills as the previous move, but it is slightly different in the focus of the attack - Sean made more use of the soul cutting skill in this attack.