On the Broken Dragon Platform.
The battle between Yang Fan and the little sword god Ximen Piaoxue was really ups and downs, and the high dynasty continued. I thought that Ximen Piaoxue sword and the gods at dusk would completely ruin Yang Fan, the first evil in ancient and modern times. I never expected Yang Fan. His fleshy shell is so perverted. With the sharp edge of the Immortal Hades sword and the power of the snow falling from Simon, it is actually impossible to break Yang Fan’s defenses, perverted! It's really abnormal~ This defense is nothing more than that for some infantile beasts.
Just when everyone thought that there was no suspense about the victory or defeat, Ximen Piaoxue's defeat was set, after all, even Yang Fan's defense could not be broken, so how could it talk about defeating Yang Fan.
The mutation rose sharply, but Ximen Piaoxue sneered, "Little beast, if I can force me to use this trick, you can also look down under Jiuquan!!!"
"What? Is there anything to hide in the snow in Ximen?"
"It seems that there is still suspense in this battle!!!"
"Good! Good! Good! That's interesting!!!"
In an instant, the warriors of the Quartet boiled for a while, and the originally sluggish atmosphere was swept away all at once, all of them widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss a little detail.
On the Broken Dragon Platform.
"Die! My life sword spirit, kill the soul!!!"
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...
The immortal sword qi, thin and dense, as thick as a cow's hair, burst out from the pores of Ximen Piaoxue's body, strangling towards Yang Fan.
These sword auras seem to have almost no power to speak of, soft ~ limp, just like the pine needles that are drooping down by the wind, and they are not lethal.
However, Yang Fan suddenly felt that his defensive power, which is more than the best magic weapon, seemed to be completely undefended, and could not stop the fine and dense immortal sword energy. It was easy. The strands of sword aura penetrated into his skin, strangling towards his soul.
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ..
It seems that every sword aura is forcibly pulling Yang Fan's soul.
Quartet stands.
"Fuck, this is Ximen Piaoxue's killer? Is there a mistake!!!"
"After doing it for a long time, I'm just trying to make a fuss, just this soft~ long offensive, who can kill!!!"
"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and sure enough, this Ximen Piaoxue is just a sharp tongue, completely unreliable!!!"
The disappointment of countless warriors, what is meant by the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, there is nothing more than this.
However, the eight holy land camps.
The sword god Ye Jue was not surprised and rejoiced. He stood up from his seat with a sigh of relief, "Okay! Okay! Okay! You deserve to be my lover, who knows everything about his life, and hits the little beast spirit with his life sword energy. No matter how tyrannical his flesh defense is, he can only be reduced to a display!!!"
"I can find Yang Fan's weakness in such a short period of time, my lonely brother, Ximen Xian nephew is amazing!!!" The Lord of the Nine Suns squeezed his chin, smiled, and looked at the Dragon Broken Platform. Yang Fan’s gaze is like looking at the dead, the cultivators, the flesh is invincible, but the souls are often their shortcomings. Although Yang Fan is not a simple physical cultivator, but his cultivation is there, he is only a top king, even if How strong the combat power is, his soul is not as concise as a true top emperor after all.
"Little beast, your death date is here!!!"
Saint Pole Sect camp.
Yue Tianpeng's complexion suddenly changed, damn it, why didn't he think of this, the soul is the root of a person, once the soul falls, even if the flesh is unscathed, there is only one death.
At this moment, Yue Tianpeng was extremely remorseful, regretted that he did not match Yang Fan with a top-quality soul defense magic weapon. Although the best-quality soul defense magic weapon was extremely rare, many 9th-Rank sects might not be able to come up with one, but the sacred ultimate There are still one or two pieces of Zong's background.
It's a pity, everything is done now! ! !
"God bless you, Yang Fan, you must hold on..."
On the Broken Dragon Platform.
"Little beast, if you can die under my destiny and sword aura, you can be considered dead right!!!" Ximen Piaoxue looked down at Yang Fan condescendingly, just like the god who mastered everything, but his complexion was a bit ugly. Bai's is a little scary, his life sword aura is different from those ordinary sword auras. On top of every ray of sword aura, there is a part of Ximen Piaoxue's essence, and at this moment, that life sword aura is more than tens of millions. Even a top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue was somewhat unsupported.
This is the method of killing one thousand enemies and harming oneself by 800. Even if this battle can be won, Ximen Piaoxue will be greatly injured. Afterwards, he must rest for a while before he can recover.
Moreover, this trick, although fierce, directly ignoring the defense of the flesh shell and beheading the opponent's soul, but the disadvantage is also not small. Once the opponent's soul is strong enough, directly strangling his life sword energy, then waiting for Ximen Piaoxue, the soul will be severely damaged. , The original source is damaged, but in the main, you can directly become an idiot.
Unless you have no choice, you are helpless, ordinary sword repairers will not release your life sword aura like this. This is really a desperate killer move that is not your death or my death.
However, at this time, the snow of Ximen had obviously been driven to a dead end by Yang Fan. He killed himself with a single sword, but even Yang Fan's defense could not be broken. Continue, waiting for him to be beaten to death by Yang Fan on the Dragon Break The portion becomes the nourishment for Yang Fan's advanced level.
Of course, Ximen Piaoxue never thinks that he will be defeated. With this lore, he will definitely be able to strangle Yang Fan's soul in one fell swoop. A person's energy is limited. Even a seeded evildoer like him is just a fine cultivation. No matter, since Yang Fan has such a defying physique, in the past, he must have focused his main energy on fighting the physique, and his spiritual power must be very weak, far less than his fleshy shell.
"Huh? Do you want to kill my soul directly?" Deep in Yang Fan's pupils, a deep disdain flashed. This Ximen Piaoxue Ruyi played a good card, and it is really possible for him to have a normal physical training. Dao, it's a pity that he chose the wrong person, the little master that swallows the sky and the earth is big ~ the law is against the sky, is your grandson imaginable
Other warriors, even if they understand the way of swallowing and mastering the profound meaning of swallowing, are often able to swallow the flesh and blood of others, and their mana cultivation, but they can even directly swallow the spiritual power of the soul. At this moment, the horror of the power of the soul, It is not inferior to many quasi-emperor supreme.
If you want to directly attack your own sea of consciousness and kill your own soul, let alone a top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, even those quasi-emperor supreme who specializes in soul attacks may not be able to do it.
Fortunately, Yang Fan gave up all defenses and allowed the tide-like sword energy to completely envelop himself and penetrate into his skin. Then, through his own blood, he poured into his own sea of consciousness, letting it go straight to Huanglong. .
There is a saying that it is easy to get in, but it is difficult to get out.
Between breaths.
There are countless natal sword qi rushing into Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, rolling like a tide, forming a terrifying world of sword qi in Yang Fan's sea of knowledge.
At this moment, Ximen Piaoxue, whose face was as white as paper, finally took a sigh of relief. The arrogance just said, as if Yang Fan was already doomed, but in his heart, there was still a trace of anxiety and weakness. It was not that there was no way to make up, as long as he had one. A superb spirit defensive magic weapon, his natal sword aura may not be able to beat Huanglong in an instant, and Shengjizong, as a martial arts holy land, still has this background.
It's all right now, everything is settled.
Ximen Piaoxue laughed wildly, and his voice was full of revenge.
"Hahaha...little beast, your death date is here! Now, your sea of consciousness is completely under the control of this seat, and this seat can strangle your soul and collapse your consciousness with a single thought. Sea, hahaha....."
"It's over! Everything is over!!!"
"God, why are you so cruel? You just gave us hope, and you want to kill it so cruelly!!!"
"What kind of evil did our Saint Extreme Sect have done? God, you actually want to treat us like this, oh oh..."
Shengjizong was wailing, and endless despair completely enveloped their hearts. Many people even collapsed completely and began to feel pity.
"It turned out to be a divine soul attack, directly slaying Yang Fan's divine soul, I have all looked down upon Ximen Piaoxue."
"Now the Sword Qi of the natal life invades the sea of knowledge, the magpie nest is occupied, and Yang Fan's life and death are completely under the control of Ximen Piaoxue!!!"
"A top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, his life sword aura, as long as a trace of it enters the opponent's sea of knowledge, it can almost abolish the opponent, let alone a massive amount of life sword aura, dead! This Yang Fan is definitely Dead!!!"
At this moment, countless warriors from all directions finally reacted. Ximen Piaoxue was not fooling about mystery as they had imagined, but had the power to comeback, and even succeeded in coming back. At this moment, Yang Fan's life and death are completely at stake. Ximen fell into the snow at a thought.
at this time... ... ..
Ximen Piaoxue's voice was suddenly cold, and said, "Little beast, kneel for me!!!"
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Seven flowers, it shouldn't be so difficult. For 60 flowers, Xiaoyao will add more flowers again.