At the moment of crisis, Lin Yuanfan had an idea, his right hand turned, the long sword was across his chest, and his left hand caressed the sword body, just after making preparations, Mo Jian's long sword stabbed over, and with a bang, the tip of the sword like a snake's head hit the sword body of Lin Yuanfan across his chest.

This force was very huge, several times larger than Mo Jianxian's palm, Lin Yuanfan's body was pushed back sharply by this sword, and the long sword that was across his chest was bent to a dangerous arc.

With a cold snort, Lin Yuanfan forcibly stopped, and shook his hands forward, Mo Jian's long sword was bounced away, if he hadn't reacted quickly, even if his body was tough, it would be difficult to resist the penetrating power of this sword, and he would have to be seriously injured.

Coming and not being rude, Lin Yuanfan's long sword pointed at Mo Jian, and the long swords above his head all stabbed towards Mo Jian, and a storm of swords fell on Mo Jian.

Mo Jian was worthy of being a fake Dan monk, the long sword in his hand danced wildly, encircling himself tightly, splashing water and not entering, those crystal long swords would all shatter when they touched his weird long sword, and it was difficult to hurt him.

Lin Yuanfan couldn't hurt Mo Jian, in the same way, Mo Jian didn't have any good way to deal with the seemingly endless sword rain, he could only defend temporarily, his heart was extremely shocked, and he saw that Lin Yuanfan was not a fake pill but had the strength of a fake pill, and the attack strength was almost the same as him, and ordinary defensive magic weapons would not have any effect, and they would soon be broken, so it was better not to use them.

Seeing Mo Jian, who was temporarily trapped, Lin Yuanfan would not give him time to show his magic again, and the long sword in his hand decisively rose again.

"Life and death!"

The long sword fluctuated, Lin Yuanfan slashed out thirteen swords in a row, one sword was faster than one sword, one sword was stronger than one sword, this was the limit of what he could use the first move at the same time, and it was difficult to do it with one more sword, so that after that, hot sweat broke out on his forehead, panting, and his body was under great pressure.

The thirteen powerful sword qi were different in speed, slow in front and fast in the back, and finally they all overlapped together in front of Mo Jian, and their destructive power was thirteen times greater than that of a single sword qi.

Mo Jian was startled and wanted to avoid it, but at this moment, the long sword in the sky became even more violent, and it rushed towards him regardless of the loss, and the swarming force around him trapped him in place for a short while.

The master's move is a race against time, and if you are not careful, you may lose the whole game.

Mo Jian knew at this moment that he was underestimating his opponent too much, the other party seemed to be young, but his strength and combat experience would definitely not be worse than any fake Dan monk.

When the sword qi attacked, Mo Jian's heart was beating wildly, if he didn't handle it well, it was really possible to capsize in the gutter today.

He doesn't have a powerful magic weapon to protect himself, the magic weapon is too precious, only the real Jiedan monks in the sect can refine it, and his master only gave him some semi-magic weapons of average quality, which he can refine with more time and energy, and the real magic weapon can only be exchanged for people who have made significant contributions to the sect, and he has never gotten a single one with his fake Dan cultivation.

Although he did not have a powerful talisman magic weapon, but to become a fake Dan monk, Mo Jian had also experienced a lot of hardships, glanced at the long sword in his hand, and felt a pain in his heart, but now he had to make a choice.

"Boy, you forced me. ”

Mo Jian's face became hideous, the spiritual power in his body was burning, and a sword swept away, shattering all the sword rain that came from his body, forming a vacuum around him, and all that could fall for a while was the thirteen sword qi, and he couldn't avoid it.

The fluctuation of the sword qi in his pupils was expanding, and Mo Jian held the long sword with both hands, his heart was horizontal, and he slashed at the attacking sword qi.

"Sword Python!"

With a roar, the long sword in his hand seemed to come to life, and a huge black python flew out of the sword, its huge body was breathtaking, and the powerful coercion was even stronger than the momentum on his body.

This giant python is the precious python soul that he obtained after killing a black python in the realm of false pills in the demon beast mountain range, and after obtaining the python soul, he paid a lot of money to invite the refining master of the Dan period in the door to take action, and finally the master refined it for seventy-seven forty-nine days before refining this python sword with a half-magic weapon, after many years of warmth, the python soul inside continued to grow before it had the current strength.

This is his greatest reliance, if he is lucky enough to break through to the Jiedan, he is also ready to practice the python sword in his hand into a real magic weapon.

However, all this was ruined by Lin Yuanfan.

Even though the giant python in the False Dan Stage was powerful, it had no body after all, and it was impossible to resist Lin Yuanfan's painstaking thirteen consecutive slashes.

The powerful sword qi touched the python soul, and the sword qi contained the meaning of life and death, and the damage to the soul body was even worse.

The python soul is also intelligent, its body twisted violently, and a painful roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, but its roar did not last long before it stopped abruptly, and the sword qi directly split its huge body in two, ending its life.

The sword qi was blocked by the python soul, Mo Jian also took the opportunity to leave the previous position, seeing the python soul dissipate, his heart was dripping blood, and he had been preparing for many years to turn into a bubble today under Lin Yuanfan's supernatural powers, without the blessing of the python soul, the long sword in his hand was dim, lost his spirituality, and changed from a precious semi-magic weapon to an ordinary magic weapon.

"You can't die well! destroy my treasure, I will cramp and peel you!" Mo Jian's face was bruised, because of anger, his body trembled, and his hatred for Lin Yuanfan was already monstrous, such as the hatred of taking his wife after killing his father.

Lin Yuanfan didn't speak, just sighed, feeling a little pity, if there was no python soul to stop him just now, his own move should be able to seriously injure him.

"Sword condensation!"

Pointing at the long sword that was stagnant in the air, a large number of long swords began to converge, and the appearance of a big sword quickly appeared.

Mo Jian was stunned, the previous situation of Lin Yuanfan's condensation of the murderous sword was still in his mind, and he knew that the power of the condensed sword god power would be even stronger, and it would be difficult to deal with it at that time.

With a move of his hand, a colorful bell appeared in Mo Jian's hand, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood on the bell, and there were words in his mouth, and the colorful bell in his hand suddenly became dazzling.

Rang the bell vigorously, an ethereal sound came out, and an obscure fluctuation reached the ears of everyone around.

"Ah......h

Everyone who heard this bell felt as if their minds were about to be torn apart, and the soul in their bodies seemed to be about to fly out, and their divine consciousness and spiritual power became extremely unstable.

The monks who stopped in the air all flew with their heads in their hands, covering their ears to no avail, and it was difficult to resist in the later stage of foundation building, and many monks lost control of themselves and fell from the air, but fortunately, this bell only had an impact on the monks above the foundation, and the other monks did not feel it so strongly.

Lin Yuanfan also felt a headache, his divine sense could not be concentrated, the long sword that was still condensing stopped, and there were even signs of breaking, he hurriedly kept his mind to one, but he could only reduce that feeling a little, and it was difficult to completely isolate it. 9110