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"Does it really hurt?" Fang Qichao's voice just fell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Yang Fan stood up slowly, rubbed the part of the fist in his chest, and grinned.

"Impossible!" The fourth child was stunned on the spot like a ghost.

"Hey, are you really a mix of hearts? Why is the attack power weaker than the pressure of Dao Mountain, so let's attack it with me! Yang Fan said, his body swayed from side to side, and strangely appeared in front of the fourth child, and in the frightened eyes of the fourth child, a punch was blasted out.

"None... Not... Hair... Move. Lao Si's lips trembled and he spat out a few words.

"Click." The sound of the sternum shattering sounded one after another, and the old four spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of minced meat.

Looking at the fourth child who was blown away by a punch and obviously couldn't survive, Yang Fan exhaled deeply, on the chest and waist covered by clothes, the complicated and esoteric lines were slowly fading, obviously Yang Fan had just used the ability of the Great Perfection of the Flesh.

"I don't know when the so-called Great Elder will arrive, it's better to fight quickly." Yang Fan didn't pay attention to Fang Qichao's incredulous eyes at all, and muttered to himself.

"How so!" Fang Qichao pulled out the long sword at his waist, his momentum was fierce, but he couldn't hide the fear mixed with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Heh, I never mind erasing someone who threatens me." Yang Fan smiled contemptuously, his eyes were always fixed on Fang Qichao.

"Although I don't know what means you used to defeat the fourth child in one move, but I can see that you are only in the early stage of the Bone Refining Realm, what can you do if you can cultivate, waste is waste!" Fang Qichao roared, holding a long sword in his hand, and stabbed directly towards Yang Fan.

"The sword in your hand is really an insult to this weapon!" Yang Fan pursed his lips, turned his body to the left strangely, and avoided the long sword that stabbed at him in a mysterious way.

"Fog Sword Duel!" Fang Qi drank heavily, his wrist flipped, and a piece of light flashed abruptly on the sword body, and countless sword shadows staggered out, looking foggy.

"This is the Yellow Rank Advanced Combat Technique of the Sword Technique Pavilion of the Qiankun Sect, I didn't expect Senior Brother Fang to have completely mastered it, it's so powerful!" Several people watching the battle chimed in.

"I see how you hide! Kill! Fang Qichao sneered, burst into a shout, and all the sword duels exploded, and the mist conjured up by the sword technique suddenly spread towards Yang Fan.

"This sword is absolutely good, it's a pity to put it in your hands." Yang Fan felt the breath of the long sword, his body kept flashing, and gradually conjured up several afterimages, constantly shuttling in the mist.

"Why can't you hit it?" As time passed, Fang Qichao's face began to turn pale, and it was obvious that the long period of performing sword skills had brought him a considerable burden.

"Why am I telling you? Let me go! Yang Fan burst out with a punch, and the right wrist of Fang Qichao holding the long sword was in the middle of the day.

"Boom!"

The long sword fell to the ground, Fang Qichao retreated extremely quickly, his face was painful, sweat kept dripping, and his right wrist was even more weirdly twisted.

"Protect Senior Brother!" Seeing Fang Qichao retreat in embarrassment, several junior disciples flashed in front of Fang Qichao at the same time, and the long swords in their hands were either intertwined with each other or across their chests, looking extremely harmonious.

"This is a sword formation, right? I've only heard of its name, but I've never seen it. Looking at the few people in front of him, Yang Fan stopped his pursuit with a solemn face.

"Junior brothers, let's make a move, there are still a few healing pills on my brother's body, so I will give them to a few junior brothers." Seeing this, Fang Qichao gritted his teeth and said.

"Senior brother is too polite!" When these junior disciples heard that there was a healing pill, their eyes lit up directly.

"Boy, it's your luck to die under the sword formation of our senior brother."

"Sword Vaporization Dragon!"

With a neat shout, several people took out their swords at the same time, and the sword shadows rose and fell one after another, bending and rushing out like a giant dragon, and it was completely impossible to see the trajectory of its movement.

"Interesting! I didn't expect these few wastes to be so powerful! Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a strong wind coming to his face before the sword move arrived, his legs suddenly landed on the ground, and he retreated quickly.

"What's the point of escaping, this is my Qiankun Sect's Protector Sword Formation, what are you going to do to fight me!" Seeing Yang Fan retreat, Fang Qichao's face turned hideous, and he shouted hoarsely.

"Punish the enemy!" Fang Qichao's junior disciples were even more excited.

"The sword formation is a formation formed by combining sword skills, which perfectly combines the strength of several people and exerts the greatest strength. In other words, the sword formation is also a kind of formation, and the formation must have its weak points. Yang Fan muttered in his mouth, and abruptly tilted his head.

A jet-black sword qi erupted from the long dragon's mouth, and the speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, it shot straight out along the position where Yang Fan's head deviated from before.

"It's a pity!" Looking at a small wound on Yang Fan's face, Fang Qichao sighed regretfully.

"It's so strong!" Yang Fan turned his head and looked at the jet-black sword qi that had disappeared. I only felt a chill on my forehead.

"Die!" At this moment, the giant dragon had already pounced on Yang Fan's side with its teeth and claws.

"Boom"

The dragon passed through Yang Fan's body without hindrance, blasting the ground behind him into a deep hole.

"Well, is he dead!" Looking at the dust flying in front of him, Fang Qichao couldn't see the situation clearly, and asked eagerly.

"It doesn't feel right!" Fang Qichao's junior brother muttered.

"On it!" I don't know who looked up and shouted.

"Up!" Several people reacted, stepping on the mysterious steps, the long sword pointed straight into the air, and the dragon transformed by the sword qi jumped out of the pit and rushed straight towards Yang Fan.

"Hehe, fortunately, you haven't broken through to the heart-to-heart mixed element, otherwise it would be really troublesome." Yang Fan, who fell from mid-air, underestimated in his mouth, and collided fiercely with the sword qi dragon that was rising into the air, and the sword qi was raging, smashing the surrounding trees and grasses, but no one saw that Yang Fan's eyes revealed a faint green when the two sides collided.

"Hit head-on, you're not dead yet!" Fang Qichao yelled excitedly.

"Puff" The continuous sound of vomiting blood sounded from Fang Qichao's side.

"It's really a good sword formation, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too poor, and there are too many flaws in this sword formation." Yang Fan shook his already tattered clothes and praised again.

"What's going on! What the hell is going on! Why isn't he dead yet! ”

"Senior brother, the sword formation has been broken!" Fang Qichao's junior brother said strugglingly, and fainted after speaking.

"Impossible! You can't break my Qiankun Sect's sword formation! ”

"Nothing is impossible!" Yang Fan watched Fang Qichao's gaze gradually turn cold.

"Don't come here!" Fang Qichao staggered back, looking extremely frightened.

"Die." Yang Fan shook his head, said two words very plainly, clenched his right fist, opened a great stance, stepped in front of Fang Qichao, and waved it down without hesitation.

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