Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

It not only directly ignored the trans-dimensional effects of the Blood Conquest, but even before appearing, it didn't show a single clue on the outside.

The moment I hid in the safe room, I was stabbed in the back, and the effect of catching me off guard was maximized. The combat skills were really top-notch.

At the same time, so was the freshness.

Faced with sudden changes and violent attacks, it didn't affect the thinking at all.

Fu Qian is never someone who easily belittles his opponents, but rather observes carefully, evaluates objectively, and belittles with reason and evidence.

For example, the giant sword that almost cut him in half at the waist was sharp and not bloated, just like a proportionally enlarged version, and the figure holding it was similar.

A body even taller than his avatar, the King of Abandoned Prison, and at the same time, the appearance was bizarre.

A human's proportions, a human's face, but no eyeballs.

Two deep holes extended all the way into the brain, and you could clearly see the dense and intertwined threads inside, and the outside was the same.

That's right, it was more rough than any shape he had ever seen before, all composed of hyphae inside and out, just intertwined into a human outline.

The appearance was not even colored at all, retaining an unreal gray-white.

It was not even the same style as the surroundings, and even the sword in his hand was relatively brighter. At first glance, it looked like the texture was missing.

But as everyone knows, the more simple and natural it is, the more likely it is to be a master.

For example, because the appearance was too primitive, the "body odor" was strong. Among the many smells he smelled along the way, the freshness was unparalleled.

In addition, another clear contrast in front of him was his own exaggerated tentacles, which were all cut off at the first meeting.

Plus the continuous supply, at a glance, it was simply a chive harvesting scene.

…

Sword Dao powerhouse, but the fungal version… It's indeed a good idea.

In the tragic scene of cutting flesh, Fu Qian had quickly come to a conclusion from his observations, and once again raised his evaluation of the opponent this time.

Because of his previous experience dealing with Akongsi, when he realized that it was likely to be an enemy rather than a friend, he had analyzed the other party's methods.

Among them, the almost impeccable banishment aside, the single move of "watching" was excessively strong.

The true reappearance of the ancient high-ranking being was much more exaggerated than his own lantern.

And anticipating the enemy with leniency, Fu Qian never hoped that there would be a time limit like the lantern.

However, there was one aspect of the limitation that could be seen from Akongsi's time—these high-ranking forces did not have the concept of teammates, and there would be conflicts between them.

So, to be optimistic, it was unlikely that there would be a scene where several high-ranking beings besieged the King of Abandoned Prison.

And through the fungal Sword Saint in front of him, the power of Sword Dao was perfectly embedded into the current battlefield in the form of his puppet, thereby achieving a two-on-one situation.

In addition, to be honest, even if he encountered the Sword Saint alone outside, it would not be easy to deal with.

Even if it was just a corrupted puppet, it was not weaker than the pressure that Yasui Toki gave him at the time.

Although the speed was not exaggerated to the point where he couldn't react, and even the form of destruction was not more ferocious than the vaporization in the Sword Pavilion.

However, giving up being harvested like chives and turning to close-quarters combat, Fu Qian had already discovered something special.

Chī—

As a punch landed, coupled with the already anchored Calamity Curse, he successfully hit the target.

Although the result was that his own chest caved in.

At the same time, almost half of the flesh and bones of his only remaining arm were cut off by the opponent's sword.

The degree of damage to the origin self was not enough to directly cause him to be unable to use his hands, but a special change occurred with the opponent's sword—forced demolition.

Here, it specifically refers to the transcendent architectural theory summarized earlier.

That is, regardless of the rank, the transcendent essence of each person corresponds to a different style and type of "building."

Injury or even damage to the origin self is at most damage to this building, and it can be slowly restored or repaired later.

As for being contaminated or out of control, it is even more serious, similar to settlement, cracking, and being infested with rats—but now the building is being violently demolished.

That's right, that's the feeling. As the sword fell, it was as if someone was pulling steel bars and dismantling the roof beams from the house.

What is shaken is the most essential thing, the "pseudo-god" form itself.

If someone with a lower rank came over, I'm afraid they would be directly disintegrated into a pile of materials after being hit by this sword.

Even for himself now, he clearly felt the pressure at that moment.

Is this the ultimate manifestation of Sword Dao? Then it has to be said that it is a bit wonderful.

While admiring, facing an opponent whose speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to use internal organ burst, a line of blood quickly condensed on the opponent's body.

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The Thread of Attachment was activated, and the Fungal Sword Saint had already been pulled back.

Unsurprisingly, it was another home-wrecking sword, and his already injured chest was directly stabbed through.

However, his five fingers, transformed into sharp claws, also directly pierced the opponent's waist.

Chī—

A mass of broken flesh and bone mixture gushed out directly from Fu Qian's lower back.

…

Damage refraction and transfer, even his own pseudo-god transformation, which he had activated in advance, could not be immune.

Fu Qian was not in a hurry to deal with the wound, but just silently came to a conclusion.

Sure enough, it was premeditated and vowed to slay the inner demon.

He had always been wary of the Fungal Emperor's means of damage transfer, but he was not so sure whether it could work on the "Sword Saint."

After all, even if two high-ranking beings worked together to kill an evil god, their power might not be so well integrated.

On the contrary, it was precisely the current method of the main body plus puppet that allowed this incredible authority to perfectly help the exorcist in front of him—these two.

In the misty blood color, that unusually eye-catching gray-white body did not chase after him at that moment, but instead opened the distance.

He put his hands together and raised the weapon in his hand.

Instead of using some kind of long-range sword technique, instead, the next moment he stretched his hands to both sides, and the sharp giant sword was actually divided into two.

So was the body.

An astonishing scene was completed in an instant, and whether it was a person or a sword, there were obvious differences from the original.

It was not a one-to-one replica, and you could even see that it was a man and a woman.

Eyebrow flirting swordsmanship? Nice to meet you.

While admiring, Fu Qian could clearly feel that the turbulence of the previous fight was spreading out in ripples, awakening a certain terrifying will.

Any slightly more intense action may accelerate this process—good.

Snapping his fingers, Fu Qian directly canceled the Blood Conquest.

He was fighting against elites.