In the first battle of the group of death, Yang Fan pits Tie Jianzong against the peerless Tianjiao death swordsman-Ji Wuming! ! !
Death Swordsman—Ji Wuming, that was the 13th in the Heavenly Sword Ranking. He practiced death swordsmanship. As early as a few years ago, he entered the realm of the martial artist's eighth heaven. After several years of hard work, his cultivation became more profound. The Nine Heavens Realm is only one step away, coupled with the death sword intent of the Dacheng Realm, it can be said that it is in the Wuhou Realm, and there is little resistance! ! !
On the other hand, Yang Fan, although in the Seven Star Sect, it is a peerless evildoer that no one knows, and is faintly known as the first evildoer of the Seven Star Sect, but out of the Seven Star Sect, Xishu, Long'an, and Jieting three ways, but those who know It is rare and rare, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an unknown person. There are hundreds of thousands of spectators in the square stands and almost no one is optimistic about him.
In the eyes of countless people, Yang Fan is already a dying person! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ..
On the ring, Ji Wuming stepped out in one step, and his whole body surged wildly, like an unsheathed peerless divine sword. The invisible sword energy erupted from his body, and easily crushed the void of the Quartet. Make a noise! ! !
"Yang Fan, speaking of it, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I don't know when I will have the chance to enter the sword grave!!!" Ji Wuming was condescending, looking down at Yang Fan, talking freely, thinking that he would enter this death This group is a great misfortune. Unexpectedly, fortune and misfortune depend on each other. If he were not selected for the death group, how could he have a chance to meet Yang Fan, and where would he have the opportunity to enter the sword grave, even if it did not qualify for the final match of the Qingyun list? , He can be regarded as no need for this trip.
"In order to thank you for letting this seat enter the sword grave, this seat will be very compassionate to you today!!!"
next moment... ... .
The black sword light flashed, and the quasi-profound tool on the back—the sword of death came out of its sheath! ! !
"Rumble!!!"
With a sword in his hand, Ji Wuming's whole body immediately became like the Yangtze River, rising steadily. The blade of peerless swordsmanship instantly revealed its sharp, terrifying, murderous sword intent to death, permeating the audience, covering the entire arena. .
At this moment, Yang Fan, who is a hundred meters away, is exactly like a lone boat on the raging ocean, in danger of being destroyed at any time! ! !
"Meeting Ji Wuming is the biggest sorrow of this kid!!!" In all directions, countless warriors shook their heads, as if they had seen Yang Fan's miserable end.
"Die!!!" The corner of his mouth cracked, and a terrible grin crossed. Ji Wuming turned the sword of death in his hand, and the sharp sword aura rolled out.
This sword aura, as black as ink, is like endless darkness, devouring everything in the world! ! !
The seven-layer pinnacle death sword intent is integrated into it, which makes the quality of sword aura suddenly improved by several grades. This is a death sword, a death blow, even if it is a half-step Wuhou, if there is no profound weapon protection, Under this sword, even if you don't die, you have to leave half your life! ! !
"Hiss....Ok.... It's a terrible sword, unstoppable, and unstoppable..." Countless warriors from all directions took a breath of air and died there. Under the sword aura, they felt a strong breath of death, and when they changed their position, even if they had all their cards out, there was always a situation of death and no life! ! !
"Yes, Wuming, the sword intent of death faintly has eight levels of mystery of sword intent. I believe that within a year or a half, you will truly understand the sword intent of death in eight layers!!!" Dugu party smiled with satisfaction and asked Knowing that many Wuhou sword immortals are just worthy of comprehending the eight levels of sword intent. Regardless of the cultivation level or the sword intent alone, his disciple is no less than a few Wuhou sword immortals.
"Brother Qianye, the ten high-level swords, Shibenzong just laughed!!!" This sword, that is, some one or two Heavenly Wuhou must be treated with caution, not to mention Yang Fan is such a junior! ! !
It's too late to say, then soon! ! !
"The native chickens and dogs, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!!!" On the ring, Yang Fan let out a loud roar, centering on his body, a kind of terrifying force coexisting with desolation and majesty burst out instantly. This force said Where, the void shattered, the space shattered, and the human form whizzed out, directly smashing the death sword energy that Ji Wuming burst out! ! !
Almost at the same time, Yang Fan directly blasted the void and appeared in front of Ji Wuming. His body, in Ji Wuming’s pupils, was constantly expanding, just like the ancient god from legends and myths. Take away all Ji Wuming's mind! ! !
"dead!!!"
Looks like a high god, pronouncing the fate of Ji Wuming! ! !
"Rumble!!!"
Yang Fan slapped it directly. In this slap, Yang Fan did not use any martial arts secrets, did not mobilize any trace of spiritual power, even the power of the flesh shell was only mobilized by one point, but its horror was far beyond The imagination of the world is like the palm of the ancient demon god, wherever the power goes, everything will collapse into scum! ! !
In the past month of hard work, although Yang Fan’s profound iron combat body has never stepped into the realm of great success, there is only a slight difference. The power of pure flesh has increased by several times, and it has surpassed the huge power of trillions. , This power is too terrifying and terrifying. With every move, it will blow up a top Wuhou. Even if it only uses one point of power, it is far more than tens of billions of great power, comparable to many triple-day Wuhou's full blows! ! !
"boom!!!"
Without a hint of accident, Ji Wuming was like an inflated balloon that was blown up by Yang Fan. Blood, broken bones, internal organs... were scattered all over the place! ! !
Other people, Yang Fan might still be merciful, but for the Iron Sword Sect’s son, he definitely saw one kill one. He can still remember the sloppy behavior of the lonely side that day. If his cultivation is not strong enough, Sovereign Han Qian Ye was cautious. At this moment, he said that he had to be broken by Dao Xin, and he fell into the altar of the gods, once again becoming a member of mediocrity! ! !
This hatred is not shared! ! !
The audience was silent.
It took a while before there was a whisper...
"I...I did not read it wrong, right? Death swordsman-Ji Wuming... just like this was slapped with a palm, this... how is this possible? How is it possible ?"
"Okay... the power of the scary flesh shell is simply the ancient barbaric beast coming to the world, this... what the hell is this kid?"
"It's terrible, it's really terrible, its fleshy shell is so powerful that it can be nothing more than a general alien beast commander!!!"
"This...Where did this monster come from? Lesser Enchantress, this monster is definitely a Lower Enchantress power!!!"
Ji Wuming, the death swordsman, is not a fish belly, it is a third-class evildoer-level combat power, can kill him with a palm, at least it is also a second-class evildoer, and in the second-class evildoer, he is not a weak person, second-class with a weak crown. Enchanting, hiss, it's unimaginable! ! !
"Hey, this... this... how is this possible, he... how could he have such power, how could he have such power, is it possible... ... He is... He really is... "An unrealistic idea once again appeared in Chu Bingxin's mind, "No... No... Maybe, it can't be him, definitely not him..."
Seven Star Sect seat.
"Hi! This is the strength of Senior Brother Yang Fan, strong! It's really too strong! Even a peerless evildoer like Ji Wuming can kill instantly!!!" Many core disciples took a breath of air in their eyes. Full of admiration.
"Senior Brother Yang Fan is the strongest. What a little Ji Wuming is worth!!!" Lu Bingling's expressions were flat, and they all knew Yang Fan was so powerful. If it was Ji Wuming, they would not be able to deal with it easily. It's a weird thing.
"Yes, my cousin Yang Fan (my master) is the strongest!!!" Luo Jiahui's three daughters danced their small fists excitedly. In their hearts, Yang Fan is the god and the sky. No one will be Yang Fan's opponent.
The group of death.
"It's really a waste to lose to such a junior!" The Heavenly Sword Young Master Xia Yu, who was dressed in white and surrounded by sword spirit, whispered secretly. ... ... .."
Eastern high platform.
"Unexpectedly, this little beast is actually a body repairer. This fleshy shell is comparable to the ancient barbaric beasts. Even the average Wuhou of the first or second heaven is not necessarily its opponent... .. Damn, how old this little beast is. If you are giving him ten or eight years, I am afraid that this sect will not be able to cure you. No, this little beast must not be kept, die, this little beast must die... ... "The endless killing intent flickered in Dugu's eyes, and the more enchanting Yang Fan, the more deadly! ! !
at this time... ...
Not far away, Han Qianye, with a smug smile, said, "Brother Dugu, your dragon and tiger are capable of magic pill, this sect laughed at it..."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The code was halfway through, and he was called out to move again. Hey, how could it be so sad that night. Weakly ask for a flower, just a few flowers, and there are hundreds of flowers. Those who have flowers, please don't be stingy with the flowers in your hand! ! !