His master was right. Yunluo's swordsmanship was indeed a teacher, an extremely excellent teacher. Now he fully understood that since it was nothingness, he was still dependent on him, the sword in his hand and the heart.
sword.
Because all the sword moves are derived from your heart, his master's first nine moves for Yunluo are also nothing, but why can he use them? To put it bluntly, it's still the control of his mind, and the sword in his heart!
"Haha!" Zhang Fan let out a long roar, and his dark pupils became extremely terrifying, as if there was a terrifying sword energy between his eyes.
If he was a sword-user in his previous life, he was just a swordsman, but after comprehension of the first level of sword in this world, he would be a swordsman, because he could only be considered a swordsman who had just entered the Tao.
The intention made him a sword master, and at most he had an understanding of the sword. So what about now? If he was willing, he could claim to be the sword master, because he had already thoroughly understood the sword.
The man looked at Zhang Fan who was rushing up and narrowed his eyes slightly, and then a sneer appeared. The other party said it was his last move, but he did not feel any strength. On the contrary, besides being faster, he also had nothing else.
What's there?
It seems that Zhang Fan has reached his own limit. With his expression fluctuated, a dazzling blue light burst out from him. He raised his right hand, and the rhythmic coldness was cold again.
The swept out.
The people around him sighed. In the face of absolute strength, everything seemed to be slim.
However, Zhang Fan did not say that he had not won the general level. What's not different is that the man's martial soul is a top-level martial soul, Ice Flower. This kind of martial soul is hard to see, but any one has
People with this kind of martial soul will be extremely admired in the future.
"Cold Soul Seal!"
The indifferent voice seemed to have no emotional fluctuations. With the condensation of force, a huge mark instantly condensed into a frantically suppressed directly towards Zhang Fan's body.
Feeling the other party's cold attack, Zhang Fan swept across the sword in his right hand and a laughter appeared again. Although the oppression was great, there was a free and easy meaning in the laughter.
"Since this sword is unknown, then I will give you a God-killing!"
"You have no soul, then I will use my thoughts to help you shape your soul!"
At the end of the day, he felt an indescribable feeling, free and easy, and all the sharp aura seemed to become introverted in an instant, which was good that his realm had been raised to a higher level again.
The third level of sword intent, and I suddenly realized it in ten moves. There is no sword in my hand and there is also a sword in my heart. However, this sword is not the second type of sword intent, but it has been formed in an upgrade. There is a martial soul in this world, so he
He created an alternative martial soul for him, but this alternative martial soul is not as magical as this world, but the characteristics of this alternative martial soul are not something that the world's martial soul can possess.
The sword was still the ordinary sword, but when Zhang Fan's body drove the sword to rush forward, the sword gradually disappeared. When it came to the front of that layer of mark, the sword completely sublimated and disappeared, but Zhang
But Fan's eyes became extremely dazzling.
The right hand spread out, and the index and middle fingers instantly gathered together.
A calm voice sounded, and while Zhang Fan waved his right hand, an illusory shadow seemed to emerge from behind Zhang Fan. It was an illusory sword shadow. The sword shadow was integrated into Zhang Fan for less than a second.
In his body, he felt the souls of the gods and its excitement.
"Although you are losing this today, your soul will remain forever! I want to step on the peak, pointing to the sky, and this sword is the gods."
"I created a move to commemorate your disappearance, called Gods?!"
The laughter of Zhang Fan's voice was full of free and unrestrained taste, but it was a sign of the power of swallowing mountains and rivers.
His hand was accompanied by the fierce and fierce aura, which contained three layers of sword intent that shocked the sky. Since he had been honored, he wanted to continue his name for himself now.
, The Heavenly Sword Lord!
Countless sword shadows covered Zhang Fan's entire body. At this moment, Zhang Fan was like a sharp sword unsheathed, without any sound. When he pointed his right hand at the mark, the black one was
The long hair was windless and the robe was even more agitated in an instant.
"break!"
The calm sound also did not have any emotional fluctuations. As the words fell, Zhang Fan's body penetrated through. The opportunity came to the man's chest in the next second, and his right hand was directly on the man's
There was still no sound on his body, but when Zhang Fan clicked on it, a sharp light swept out from his fingertips and suddenly passed through the man's body. However, this place was not the key, after all, this was the field
That's it.
The energy converged, and Zhang Fan's body fell to the ground. The first second might be extremely sharp, but the next second it completely disappeared and disappeared, as if the sharp aura had never appeared on him.
However, at this time, Zhang Fan's face was full of paleness, but his dark eyes were filled with a hint of excitement from light and darkness.
The man's body trembled, with a look of horror in his eyes. His soul skill collapsed while the other party waved. When he pointed it on him, he clearly felt the extremely sharp sword light.
, He couldn't help but think of the strange disappearance of Zhang Fan's sword and his words.
Zhang Fan took a breath, looked at the man and said, "You have lost!"
"Yes, I lost!" The man's voice trembled. This time, Zhang Fan pointed at him, which was on his left arm, but what if he touched his chest, on his neck, and on his eyebrows? That's the only one
The result is death.
The people around were stunned at the same time, even with a hint of shock, and they didn't react at all.
"In this competition, Zhang Fan won!" After a long time, the sound of old age came. Although the sound sounded stable, if you listen carefully, you could also hear the tremor in the sound.
A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face, and he looked at the man and said, "I'm giving in!" After saying that, Zhang Fan walked down step by step. He had already entered the top three, but the top three in the knockout round may not be
He is better than the man just now, because in the knockout stage, strength is part of it and luck is also a very strong part.
And this time his luck was obviously low. He actually encountered a master with a top martial soul and a second-level level. But it was worth it. After all, he still had to thank that man.
If it weren't for him, I would never have understood it so quickly.
When Zhang Fan walked outside, some onlookers automatically made way. But to be honest, when Zhang Fan said he wanted to use his last move, everyone thought of martial souls, but let everyone have it
What was shocked was that Zhang Fan still did not use martial souls, and his goal was not only that. Could it be that besides the champion of the Battlefield, he also wanted the champion of Lao Sheng?
Another man also walked down, but he looked at Zhang Fan's figure and looked far away.
When he arrived at the No. 6 battle platform, Zhang Fan's eyes fell directly on the battle platform. At this time, there was also a battle on it. It was either Ouyang Xian'er's.
Ouyang Xianer was obviously lucky at this time because his opponent's strength was only the seventh-grade martial artist. You should know that Ouyang Xianer's own strength is in the fifth-grade martial artist, and the martial soul is a mutated martial soul, and according to
His speculation may be that he is also a top martial soul, after all, that weird soul skill cannot be derived from an ordinary martial soul.
In less than ten minutes, with the sublimation of the purple light and the emergence of the beautiful purple butterfly, the man finally chose to give in.
At this time, Zhang Fan saw the obsession in everyone's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. At this time, the white figure quickly ran off the battlefield, came to Zhang Fan, and gently hugged his arm.
"Young Master, I won again!" Ouyang Xian'er's voice was sweet.
Breathing the unique fragrance of Ouyang Xian'er, Zhang Fan couldn't help but nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his slightly pale face and said, "Well, Xian'er is so amazing!"
Hearing Zhang Fan's praise, Ouyang Xian'er's little face was filled with a happy expression. At this time, she suddenly noticed Zhang Fan's expression and said quickly: "Young Master, you are injured!"
"Haha, the minor injury is not a big deal. It's okay to take a break!" Zhang Fan's smile became deeper. When they walked out and passed by the battle platform where Yueyi was, they happened to see Yueyi.
After walking down from the stage, her breath became obviously a little messy at this time, but her eyes were also filled with joy.
Zhang Fan took Ouyang Xian'er over and said with a smile: "Have you won?"
"Uh!" Yueyi nodded slightly, then said, "Where are you?"
"Same!" Zhang Fan said with a smile. At this moment, they seemed to be able to see the hope of victory in front of them.
"Brother Yueyi, this is a third-grade healing pill. Take it, it will be effective for your injury recovery!" As he turned his hand, a round pill appeared in his palm and handed it directly to him.
Yueyi.
"No, I'll be fine if I rest all night!" Yueyi shook her head and said.
"You take it!" Zhang Fan shook his head, walked to Yueyi, stretched out his hand, picked up one of Yueyi's hands, and then put the pill on it. At this time, Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with
Somewhat confused, Yueyi's hands are very soft and innocent, and her skin is very smooth. How to maintain it?