Four hundred and seventieth chapters the style of the seven masters
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"Boom!"
The two mermaids flew from the lake to the mountain again, and the thousand-year-old trees on the mountain suffered disaster under the sharp sword light. (The fastest update of ""Piaotian Literary registered members recommend this work""
"Plop!" The sound of the giant tree being cut and toppling could be heard endlessly. The rocks and trees were flying in the air like a goddess scattering flowers. The two sides exchanged three or four moves in succession.
"Fire wolf eats the sky!"
Lang Potian roared, and the sword energy was rubbing rapidly in the air. The sword light actually rubbed out strips of fire, and those golden fire lines seemed to condense into a noodle box and a fireball and threw it at Ye Fan.
This is somewhat real. It was formed because Lang Potian's sword was moving too fast, causing sparks to rub against the air, and the sparks merged under the sword's force.
"I didn't expect this kid to have such a hand." Ye Fan retreated to the lake and used the yin and yang method according to the situation.
A huge sucking force flowed from the sword into the lake. The blue lake water formed a line of light mist and flew into the air. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a scale-like body covered with water mist. The thick water dragon with chopsticks circled towards the fireball.
This is also real. It is Ye Fan's master's special skill, called Dragon Devouring Nine Heavens. It is powered by the rotation of the strong inner breath in the body, like a powerful small vacuum cleaner, sucking up the light water and instantly creating the inner force of the sword.
Under pressure, a chopstick-thick water dragon is formed and used as a dragon tendon water whip.
"howl!"
There was a faint sound of dragon roar popping up from the water dragon's mouth, and Ye Fan suddenly felt that the remaining "Fire Dragon Soaring Sky. Tai Sui Essence" in his dantian moved faintly. A strange inner energy popped out from it and penetrated into the water mist sword dragon.
The dragon formed by the sword flower melting into the water mist seemed to be alive. It spun around in the air and turned into a rope. It was like a fairy rope that tightly tied up the Venus fireball that the wolf shot out of the sky. In fact, it was the wolf.
The sword power of Po Tian was trapped.
"burst!"
Lang Potian roared, "Ye. The ground exploded. It exploded, but there was no crisp sound. There was just a muffled sound. After that, the water dragon just waved its tail and the fireball made no sound."
Luo Xue, who was watching the battle from a distance, had her delicate body trembling slightly, and she was extremely shocked. She murmured blankly: "Who is this boy named Ye? He can even dance swords, flowers, and water dragons. Could it be that he is
An unborn "innate sage. (Update quickly ""Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work""?
It is said that there are some breakthroughs: "Because of the innate sage's ability to care for the face, he can eat any strange fruit that can beautify the face, and he can keep his old face looking like his youth for a long time, but the degeneration rate is much slower."
After thinking for a while, he felt a little ridiculous and shook his head and muttered: "Impossible. Where can there be such mysterious things now? Even in my Wushan Palace, there are only records in ancient books. I have never seen them before. Maybe it is just a legend.
, just ancient myths and legends.
It's pure fiction. My mother said that some prepared pills have beauty effects, but long-term use can make people look ten years younger. A centenarian looks like a fifty-year-old middle-aged and elderly person.
It is absolutely impossible to go back to the age of twenty. My mother is almost married, but she looks almost the same as me. This is the secret technique of our Wushan Palace."
"The last move, the Heavenly Sword Seal of the Lion, come out!"
Lang Potian became furious and roared wildly, shaking the mountains. His sword flew wildly, and soon a majestic lion appeared in the shadow on a seal.
Ye Fan almost screamed under his eagle eyes: "Damn it! This sword can also dance like a lion seal, just like the Heaven-turning Seal in Conferred Gods. The background of this surnamed Wolf is not simple."
"Shala!"
The shadow of the sword seal pressed down overwhelmingly, "Zi la". With a sound, the shadow of the water dragon was smashed into pieces by the seal and dispersed in a rain of water.
The phantom of the Heavenly Sword Lion Seal whirled around and fell on Ye Fan's head. Lang Potian shouted with a gloomy face: "Boy, do you accept it? If you do, forget it. If you don't, I won't be polite. This Sword Lion
The sword flowers that burst out may kill people!"
Humph! There’s only one move left. The outcome is unpredictable. The hero is the one who laughs in the end. I’m still waiting for you to call me big brother! And I can’t lose my little wife, haha.” Ye Fan showed no sign of weakness.
, laughing wildly, the sword light flashed and Xiao Li's knife bounced out, hitting the sword lion directly.
"Okay!" Lang Po was so angry that his lips were trembling. He was so angry that he was determined not to care whether this kid was alive or dead. If he was really crippled, he couldn't blame himself, because he had already done his best to be kind. So he pointed out.
One point. The sword lion pressed towards Ye Fan with unparalleled momentum. (Updated quickly ""Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work""
"The lock made a crisp sound, and Ye Fan, Ye Chi. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were churning, as if he had been injured.
The sword lion that the sword could transform into was so powerful. It was as powerful as a macro. It pressed heavily on Xiao Li's sword. Lang Potian smiled dryly and mustered up his inner strength to move towards Ye Fan bit by bit.
Pressed down.
"Top it!" Ye Fan shouted, his Dantian trembled, and the inner energy suddenly poured into the sword.
It was incredible that he actually forced out a trace of inner energy. That was the characteristic of the "Xiantian Venerable." This tangible inner energy breath is different from the invisible one. This is the real inner energy breath.
However, the sword lion is too strange and is as heavy as Mount Tai.
How can a light Xiao Li sword be better than a human-smashing lion sword?
The surrounding sword lights and phantoms intertwined, and everyone on the observation platform only saw two groups of shadows tumbling up and down in a stalemate.
"It seems that Brother Ye can't support it for much longer, alas!" Tie Zhanxiong murmured with a look of frustration. He was afraid that Lang Potian would break his promise after Ye Fan lost, plus the bet with Luo Xue Piaomei,
Just two legs. The tragic scene was not what Tie Zhanxiong wanted to see.
"Well! After all, there is a huge difference in skill level." Zhang Qiang also looked sad.
"Get up!" Ye Fan roared again, like a lion roaring to the sky. The energy in his mouth surged out like a frenzy, and the knife was thrown together like lightning and cold stars, spinning and tumbling, as fast as thunder.
, rubbing the air, causing the temperature in the air to rise suddenly, and the air made a "cracking" sound like fried beans.
Under this high-temperature barbecue, the wind seemed to be burned and distorted, and the air enveloped by the sword-like lion expanded rapidly.
This caused the surrounding air to become turbulent, and water-like ripples appeared very clearly in front of the officers.
The energy contained in it worried Tie Zhanxiong on the observation platform. Although the observation platform was far away from the competition site, and the observation platform was made entirely of fine steel, it was estimated that it could withstand the rank of "Xiantian Venerable."
The master strikes with all his strength.
But the high temperature scorching from Ye Fan's sword already made Tie Zhanxiong feel a little bad. The air a few dozen meters away seemed to be trembling slightly and seemed to be in danger of collapsing. Moreover, the powerful and heavy fire from the lion sword
The pressure is also affecting the fragile nerves of everyone on the observation deck.
"Hmph! Still not convinced!"
Lang Potian felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't taken down Ye Fan for so long, and he was full of momentum. The sword was tumbling, and the sword lion phantom seemed to open its bloody mouth. He waved his hand far away, and the sword lion trembled with the help.
As soon as he moved, there was a crackling sound and it almost fell on Ye Fan's head.
This is also Lang Potian's unique skill, which can be used at the most dangerous moment of life and death to increase his energy by half in the blink of an eye.
Lang Potian's palm and the shadow of the sword lion overlapped perfectly, like the golden sun reflecting against the sun. Even the dazzling sunlight seemed to be dimmed by their reflections. In contrast, Ye Fan's small body and
Xiao Li Dao is like a cockroach holding up a huge tower.
Many soldiers on the observation platform were 100% sure that the master below would definitely lose.
"violence".
Ye Fan felt a loud bang in his body, as if the airflow that had been blocked suddenly opened up, and he let out a violent roar.
Something strange happened. Suddenly, a trace of invisible water vapor overflowed from the bottom of the lake and was sucked into Ye Fan's body like a bird returning to its nest.
Under the eagle's eyes, the lake air was only as thick as a finger, but Ye Fan immediately felt its huge pure energy as soon as it was inserted into his mouth.
It was as if water was boiling in the dantian, and it immediately started churning. The gas began to expand during the churning.
Ye Fan knew that the remaining Tai Sui essence in his Dantian was inexplicably optimally integrated with the fusion of the lake water. His body suddenly became much lighter. It is estimated that he has truly entered the ranks of seventh-level masters now. Before.
It was just an illusion, but it miraculously broke through under heavy pressure.
The pores all over his body suddenly trembled, and a miracle happened. Under the heavy pressure of the mountain-like momentum of the sword and the lion, the extremes of things must be reversed.
The blocked Qi flow in Ye Fan's body was like a festering embankment. Finally, it could not stop the collision of Qi in Ye Fan's body. With the help of Tai Sui Essence, the inside and outside were integrated!
This means that Ye Fan has truly stepped into the threshold of the seventh-level master and is a well-deserved inferior martial artist.
At this moment, with the help of the Qi machine all over his body, Ye Fan struck out with his palm, and the force of the knife was combined into a knife. The shadow looked like a sharp dagger, reflecting the sun, and the sparkle was like a basketball ball.
He actually broke away the pressure of the sword lion.
"Boom!"
There was a violent explosion of high decibels, and the lake water suddenly sprayed up to a height of more than ten meters. When Lang Potian was slightly disappointed, Ye Fan jumped into the air and swung his sword down. A faint shadow of the sword energy was like
A waterfall falls from the sky.
As if the tall cliffs of the mountains were being torn apart, an arc-shaped rainbow five to six meters long suddenly appeared in the sky.
"His." In the sound, faint sparks flew into the sword. The lion flashed with fire and was struck more than ten meters away by the sword. It was swaying like a drunken monk wielding a sword and was about to fall into the lake.
Lang Potian spat out two mouthfuls of blood and hit him straight into the lake. He quickly rushed over and took back his sword, lowering his head and sweeping it away.
His face was as gray as ink, because the sword was so hard that the master said it was made of dark steel, but there was actually a mark like an earthworm cut out on it.
It's so amazing.
"call!"
It seemed that Ye Fan's pent-up anger had not yet been released, when a slanting shadow cut across the sky and fell from the sky.
"Evil God! Eat my sword
"twitter"
In a hurry, Lang Potian raised his sword and rushed forward. Ye Fan's sword was so fierce that his whole body was smashed into the water like a fast cannonball. He didn't know how deep he was plunged into the water. Anyway, the water splashed up to 10 meters.
He is several meters tall, and his head has not been seen for a long time. Those who didn't know better thought that the diver was performing a three-and-a-half-turn dive.
"Ha ha
Ye Fan was in high spirits and felt that it was not enough. A shocking sword shadow struck the green mountain.
"Boom!"
After a loud noise, the hard granite rock mountain was torn apart with a sword mark several meters long.
Gravel, sticks, weeds and flowers were flying in the air like poor little angels in the storm, as if thousands of butterflies were dancing, which was not too ugly.
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