The combination of Tyrant and Fang Xingjian is that Tyrant directly imitates the Tianyuan Doomsday Armor with his special body structure, and directly sticks it to Fang Xingjian like armor.

It seems that there is no difference, but Tyrant swallowed the second level of perfect demigod body. After integrating into Fang Xingjian's body, Fang Xingjian can directly extract the power of the 1,440 specialized seeds.

At this time of merging, Fang Xingjian felt endless power emerge from the void, and the blood in his body rushing like a big river of the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Fang Xingjian felt that his physical strength seemed to have increased ten times a hundred times at once, and endless power emerged from the seeds of expertise in his physical body, making him feel extremely happy.

With a slight step under his feet, a series of air waves were generated in the air. He had already flew out for a full ten kilometers. He stepped out again. With the sound of thunder that had cut through the air, he had already reached a height of thousands of meters.

"Sure enough, after you and me merged, my physical strength grew wildly, and was even above the average second-level perfect demigod."

"The physical strength has been greatly improved. With my original swordsmanship, my combat power on earth has also become stronger."

"But... I'm going to be stronger."

Thinking of this opponent, Fang Xingjian felt a surge of negative emotions in his heart. No matter how his opponent used such a move or made in this battle, he would not allow himself to fail.

At this moment, Tyrant, who was close to him, said: "Okay, let's unify the fusion first."

"Hmm?" Fang Xingjian said, "Don't you adapt anymore?"

"Adapting to a ghost." Tyrant said annoyedly: "You try to see that you are covered in meat and a man. No, I'm going to vomit..."

"Hmm? Where are you vomiting in your current state?"

"I don't know, but I feel I can't help it."

...

In the sky, Fang Xingjian looked at the earth under his feet and fell into deep thought. He was condensing the seeds of expertise at all times, and he was constantly tempering his martial will.

However, it is too late to improve your combat effectiveness in the next month.

At this moment, Fang Xingjian's eyes suddenly flashed slightly and he looked at a street dozens of kilometers away.

Then I saw dozens of machetes on the street pushing a young man into the corner.

The bearded man in the leader shouted: "Boy, do you know who covers this street and dare to ruin our good things? If you don't take one of your arms today, we should not hang out on this street in the future."

The boy said angrily: "Who can't care about a group of thieves stealing? You'd better think clearly. Stealing is just a criminal detention. If you dare to cut me down today, you will all go to jail!"

"Oh, boy, you're crazy."

"Cut him! See if he dares to be so crazy."

"If you want him one hand, he will know he is afraid."

In an instant, more than a dozen people rushed up. Under the knife, the young man barely resisted it a few times, and was covered in blood. The next moment, a machete fell towards his face, obviously to kill him.

Faced with the sword that fell to the face, the boy's mind suddenly became blank, and an unprecedented fear filled his brain, numbing his body, twitching his muscles, and blood flowing down his body at a high speed.

But the next moment, the long sword broke and Fang Xingjian was already standing in front of him.

No one present could see clearly how Fang Xingjian appeared in front of them, and it was even more impossible for these little people at the bottom to know who Fang Xingjian was.

The bearded man said in surprise: "Who are you? You want to protect this kid?"

Fang Xingjian didn't look at him, but just turned to look at the boy, feeling the horror in his heart.

"This is the fear between life and death, and it may also be the greatest fear of human beings."

The bearded man saw Fang Xingjian like this and sneered, "Another pretender comes, brothers, kill him!"

But the next moment, a cold sword intent swept across, and the sound of machetes falling to the ground was endless, and all the sword hands had turned into vegetatives and fell to the ground.

The bearded man screamed as if he had met a ghost, and knelt down on the ground with a bang. He didn't know that he had met a master: "Big...Big...My...My, please spare my life."

But he looked up and saw that there was no trace of Fang Xingjian. Then he felt a pain in his chest. I don’t know when there was a big hole in his chest, and blood was desperately coming out like tap water.

Feeling the fear of the bearded man before his death, a kind of enlightenment arose in Fang Xingjian's heart.

‘If you want to further temper my martial will, I am afraid that you can only rely on the fear between life and death.’

What is the most terrifying thing in the world? Different people may have different opinions, but the one with the most answers is probably death.

That is the instinct of living things, the instinct of human beings, something that everyone is most reluctant to face but cannot face.

In the next month, Fang Xingjian began various attempts, with only one goal, approaching death, and using the threat of death to force his potential, further hone his will, and complete his fifth sword of the God-Slaying Sword.

At the beginning, he took himself in danger, and fell from a height of 100,000 meters and directly smashed a big hole.

He went deep into the trench tens of thousands of meters below the sea alone, and in the dark deep sea, he was honing his swordsmanship in the face of the terrifying water pressure.

He jumped into the volcanic magma and went deep into the ground, watching the rock formations swallowing himself little by little, squeezing himself.

He soaked himself in liquid nitrogen, felt his body temperature drop little by little, and his heartbeat became slower and slower.

He did not inform anyone to assist him, because he lost the test of death threat.

After that, the various forces on the earth could no longer make him feel dangerous, so he changed his way.

...

He wandered on the battlefield, watching bullets one by one, and shells took away lives one by one.

"Who are you!" A soldier roared at Fang Xingjian who was walking on the battlefield like a ghost: "Stop, don't move!"

But the next moment, Fang Xingjian had disappeared in front of him, just like a real ghost.

He came to the slum, looked at the numb and desperate eyes, and watched the thin figures lying on the hospital bed, facing death calmly.

An old man stared blankly at the sudden Fang Xing sword in front of him, and watched the other party floating slightly on the ground, with a trace of sword light wrapped around him like wings, and couldn't help asking, "Are you an angel?"

Looking at the old man's last smile, Fang Xingjian dissipated in the air.

Witness death, witness death, observe death.

In the last few days, Fang Xingjian's death aura became heavier and heavier. He looked like a ghost from the underworld. He came to hospitals one by one, watching life pass by every day.

Anger, despair, fear, dullness, numbness, death, everyone shows a unique attitude.

It was not until the last day before the appointment that Fang Xingjian came to a dilapidated hospital, found an empty bed and lay on it.

Over the past month, he has tried a lot, seen a lot, experienced a lot, and has a special experience of death.

But it's always a little bit worse.

Fang Xingjian knew that it was time to go further.

When I entered the hospital, no one seemed to be able to see him wherever I passed, and no one asked him why he was lying on the hospital bed.

Fang Xingjian lay on the hospital bed and slowly closed his eyes.

This time, he will face death in person.
Chapter completed!