"How is this possible!!!" Zhu Jingzhi's pupils shrank violently, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.

Lin Fan gently stroked the broken sword and said calmly: "Nothing is impossible. This sword intention seems very strong to you, but to me, it's just a child's play."

"Who are you!?" Zhu Jingzhi asked again.

Lin Fan did not answer Zhu Jingzhi's question, but asked him, "Your surname is Zhu, what is your relationship with Zhu Tianxing?"

Zhu Jingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, straightened his chest unconsciously, and said, "I call him clan uncle."

"Okay, it seems you have found the wrong person." Lin Fan smiled and nodded, then his eyes turned cold, and with a "swish", the broken sword pointed at Zhu Jingzhi, and his voice suddenly became extremely cold, "You can go die.

Got it!"

"Fan Lin, I'll kill you first!"

"The flying sword is shocking!"

Zhu Jingzhi seemed to have been prepared. The moment Lin Fan finished speaking, he took action first. With a flip of his arm, the long sword made a buzzing sound, cut through the space, and drew out a sword from the bottom up.

"Whoa!"

A slender sword energy swept towards Lin Fan vertically.

Lin Fan held the dagger in his hand and swung it sideways lightly.

The blade of the broken sword struck right on top of the whistling slender sword energy.

"puff!"

A soft sound came out.

Zhu Jingzhi's sword energy was like paper, shattering instantly!

"die!"

Zhu Jingzhi shouted loudly and stamped his right foot on the boulder. With a "bang" sound, the boulder cracked directly, and Zhu Jingzhi's sword burst out. The sword intent surrounded him, and the sword pointed directly at Lin Fan at a high speed.

He rushed over as fast as lightning.

After the breakthrough of sword intention, Zhu Jingzhi's strength has also been greatly improved. This is also the confidence that Zhu Jingzhi dares to take action against Lin Fan. Otherwise, just based on Lin Fan's impressive record of monopolizing the three half-step gods, Zhu Jingzhi will definitely be ranked first.

I will choose to run away for a while.

And there is a very important point. Zhu Jingzhi did not come alone. There are more than a hundred Emperor Pavilion experts in the Broken Sword Canyon. Among them, there are great sword cultivators at the peak level of Nascent Soul.

There are almost ten of them. Together, these great sword cultivators are definitely capable of killing a half-step god-transformation expert. Together with other people, this is a very powerful force.

If there is a fight here, the strong men from the Emperor Pavilion will soon come to support them. When the time comes, one out of a hundred will fight, and there is no reason to lose no matter how hard you think about it.

So Zhu Jingzhi was not worried.

With a faint smile on his face, Lin Fan held a dagger in his hand, stepped forward, and appeared directly in front of Zhu Jingzhi.

"Whoa!"

The dagger carried the power of wind and thunder, and it was slashed out diagonally.

"Fan Lin! You want to fight me with a broken sword, you are so arrogant!"

Zhu Jingzhi shouted loudly and slashed with his sword.

"clang!"

There was an explosion, and a section of the sword flew out, and with a "clang" sound, it sank into the boulder.

Zhu Jingzhi's body trembled, and a sword mark appeared on his chest, from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. Soon, blood seeped out and dyed his clothes red.

Zhu Jingzhi's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he retreated in embarrassment.

The sword in his hand was only half left.

The fracture surface is as flat as a mirror.

Although Zhu Jingzhi's sword is only a two-finger-wide thin sword, this sword is a genuine mid-level magic weapon, and its quality is higher than that of Demon's Might. If he simply cuts with the sword without using his true energy, Demon's Might will

They all had to be cut open by this thin sword.

But at this moment, Zhu Jingzhi's sword was cut off easily like tender tofu in front of this broken sword!

Zhu Jingzhi was immediately stunned, and even his sword intention was almost shaken away.

Lin Fan was not surprised.

The moment he held the broken sword, he knew that it had once been an immortal weapon!

Although it is now damaged and of low quality, it is still considered a top-level magic weapon and cannot be competed with by a mere mid-level magic weapon.

"It's the broken sword!"

Zhu Jingzhi instantly realized that it was not that he was not as strong as Lin Fan, but that his weapons were inferior.

After realizing this, Zhu Jingzhi not only did not shrink back, but became even more enthusiastic.

He wanted to get the broken sword.

Zhu Jingzhi flipped his wrist, and a thin sword appeared in his hand. It was only a top-level spiritual weapon, far inferior to his original sword, but it could be used temporarily.

With the sword in his hand, Zhu Jing's sword intent was once again concentrated, and his momentum increased a lot.

The first batch of strong men from the Emperor's Pavilion have arrived. They are great sword cultivators who realized in the outer area of ​​the Sword Intention Storm. After noticing the fluctuations of the battle here, they rushed over as soon as possible.

"Fan Lin?"

Someone recognized Lin Fan and exclaimed.

In this Guixu world, "Fan Lin" can be considered a celebrity.

Zhu Jingzhi pointed his long sword at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and shouted: "Kill him!"

The experts in the Emperor's Pavilion didn't know what grudges the two sides had, but in this case, they would definitely help Zhu Jingzhi.

In one moment, several sword qi slashed at Lin Fan.

More powerful men from the Emperor's Pavilion are approaching quickly.

Zhu Jingzhi was not idle either, waving his long sword repeatedly and attacking Lin Fan with sword energy.

Lin Fan seemed to be in a bit of a hurry and responded hastily.

After a moment of fighting, several sword marks appeared on his body. He looked extremely embarrassed, and even his breath became quite disordered.

Other powerful men in the Emperor's Pavilion also provided support. More than a hundred people gathered around the boulder, surrounding Lin Fan and watching him eagerly.

Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He had previously deliberately shown weakness and pretended to be injured, just to have everyone from the Emperor's Pavilion gather around him, thus saving him the trouble of having to kill them one by one.

"Fan Lin! You will definitely die today. Tell me why you attacked me, whether it was for me personally or for the Emperor's Pavilion! Tell me, and I might be able to give you a decent way to die.

." Zhu Jingzhi held a long sword, looked at Lin Fan in the circle with burning eyes, and shouted loudly.

Lin Fan lowered his head, held the broken sword in his hand, grinned, and said: "You said I will definitely die?"

"Otherwise?" Zhu Jingzhi asked back and said with a smile: "I admit that you are very strong, but no matter how strong you are, can you defeat so many of us?"

Lin Fan slowly raised his head, looked around, and said calmly: "Ants are ants. Even if they are in groups, they are just a group of ants. What should you be afraid of?"

His tone was calm, but he was filled with a domineering air that looked down on the world. He did not take the hundreds of powerful men around him who were at the lowest level of the Nascent Soul stage and who were eyeing him with covetous attention at all.

"What an arrogant tone!"

Hearing Lin Fan calling himself and others ants, Zhao Yuan was immediately furious, shouted loudly, and charged towards Lin Fan with his sword.

Previously, Zhao Yuan was arranged by Zhu Jingzhi to wait outside the canyon, so he participated in the melee for the god-refining seeds. Naturally, he did not see Lin Fan defeating three half-step god-transforming experts, and in front of many foreign demons.

Facing the scene where Chi Lian was killed with force, he didn't have a clear understanding of Lin Fan's strength. Now seeing him in the middle stage of Nascent Soul talking nonsense, he was naturally very angry and took action directly.

The combat power of great sword cultivators is extremely astonishing. Generally speaking, it is far superior to other monks of the same level. Fighting across levels is not difficult for great sword cultivators. Zhao Yuan is a great sword cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul. He can explode with all his strength.

Under this situation, even those who are half-stepped into becoming gods must be treated with some seriousness.

But facing Zhao Yuan's full blow, Lin Fan actually put away the broken sword, and a black thing appeared in his hand.

Seeing this thing, Zhu Jingzhi's eyelids twitched for some reason, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

Lin Fan threw away the black objects in his hands with a faint smile on his face.

"You're still laughing when you're about to die!" Zhao Yuan sneered. He moved faster and slashed hard at Lin Fan with his sword edge. In front of the sword blade, his true energy condensed into a sword-shaped light and shadow more than ten meters long. He easily

It split open the space, and its power was astonishing.

"Boundary monument!"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and softly uttered three words.

The dark object in his hand suddenly flashed with a strange black light.

A vague and mysterious energy wave was transmitted, and it spread to a radius of hundreds of meters in an instant.

Zhao Yuan was the closest to Lin Fan and was the first to be affected by the boundary monument. He was in a trance for a moment. Then, he was horrified to find that his level was actually declining!

Late Nascent Soul!

The middle stage of Nascent Soul!
To be continued...