With the appearance of the hill, everyone saw a behemoth above their heads flash, and Wuyang Mountain was half covered in a blink of an eye.

"What a powerful attack!" Everyone was taken aback, they didn't expect Jing Fan, a Soul Junior Cultivator, to be able to attack with such a powerful force.

At this time, Lin Yan only felt that it was dark in front of him, and a huge shadow covered him, and he hurriedly looked up.

At this time, half of Wuyang Mountain had already been shrouded by a small mountain, and Lin Yan saw a piece of black pressure above his head, where could he still see the color of the sky?

Before he could react, Xiaoshan fell down with a bang, and with the pressure of Xiaoshan, Lin Yan only felt that his body was tight, and he could no longer move a bit, and he was suddenly shocked, and said secretly: "What a powerful spiritual pressure!" ”

Seeing that the hill was suddenly pressed down, Lin Yan immediately snorted coldly, and his mind moved, and the lion and tiger sword flying in the air trembled slightly against the wind, and the long sword spun in the air, and flew up with a "whoosh".

At the same time as the long sword was raised, Lin Yan was not idle, he let out a loud cry in his mouth, his hands were raised slightly, and ten fingers were strangely entangled, pinching out an ancient spell, and at the same time, an ancient spell sounded at the same time.

At the same time as the spell sounded, the long sword also grew up crazily with a "whew", and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant sword dozens of zhang long, and the giant sword turned in the air with a blade facing upward, and it rushed towards the bottom of the hill.

Everyone didn't expect Lin Yan to be so fierce that he didn't dodge or dodge, and they all exclaimed in surprise.

And just when everyone was secretly worried about Lin Yan, the Lion Tiger Sword slammed into the bottom of the hill with a bang.

With the collision of the two magic weapons, an overwhelming force poured out from between the long sword and the hill.

With this huge force pouring out, the monks standing in the front row only felt a tightness on their bodies, and they were immediately swept into it by a huge force.

Those monks with lower cultivation were not so lucky, they screamed one after another, like a gourd rolling on the ground, and rolled out in all directions, and the monks behind them were surprised, although they had seen a lot of big scenes, but it was rare to see such a commission as today.

As these low-level monks rolled down, the sky suddenly screamed again and again, and these monks who were caught by the huge force were even more miserable, although they tried their best to stabilize their figures, but this force was too great, and everyone struggled symbolically in the air for a few times, and finally couldn't change the situation, and fell to the ground with a few pops.

Some lucky monks are okay, at most their backs hit the ground, their clothes are worn out, and some unfortunate monks hit the ground first, and suddenly they fell beyond recognition, and their faces were completely ruined.

They didn't expect it anyway, and instead of seeing it as hilarious, it made people see their own jokes.

Lin Yan looked at the group of monks who were swept away by the huge force, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the long sword trembled slightly in the air, and he actually held the mountain in the air, so that it could not fall a single bit.

The onlookers saw that Lin Yan was holding the hill stiffly, and they all gasped for it, sighed to themselves, and looked at Lin Yan's eyes with a trace of awe.

"Sure enough, there are two hits, pick me up and try again!" Jing Fan said that a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, a huge spiritual power suddenly gushed out wildly, directly injecting into the mountain.

With the influx of spiritual power, the hill roared, grew nearly half of it at once, and fell down again.

Seeing that Xiaoshan had grown up again, Lin Yan was also taken aback, and hurriedly introduced the magic trick, and at the same time shouted, the long sword trembled, and he also grew up a lot.

"Click!" A crisp sound came out, and Xiaoshan trembled for a moment, and the descent slowed down suddenly.

The crunch also connected the hearts of all the monks, and now all their attention fell on the hill, and their hearts were excited.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the hill stopped its downward trend and stopped in mid-air.

In this regard, Jing Fan was not too surprised, his hand fanned down, and with a wave of the folding fan, the hill pressed down again.

Every time the folding fan in Jing Fan's hand moved, the hill sank down a few zhang, and when he fanned it to more than a dozen times, the hill was less than two zhang high from the ground, as long as he fanned it again, Lin Yan was afraid that he would be crushed under the hill.

Seeing that Xiaoshan was getting closer and closer to him, Lin Yan's face became ugly, he didn't expect Jing Fan to have such a powerful magic weapon, but now that he was suppressed by spiritual power, the powerful magic weapon could not be used at all, and now he was at a disadvantage, and it was not easy to move back to the disadvantage.

Jing Fan naturally would not let go of this opportunity, with a flash of inspiration in his hand, the folding fan was swung out again, and suddenly a huge spiritual power turned into a spiritual power vortex and rushed towards the hill frantically.

With the involvement of spiritual power, I suddenly saw the hill sink, and it smashed down with a bang.

It was too late to say that it was too late, just as the hill was just about to fall, Lin Yan suddenly had an extra spirit rune in his hand, and then his mouth activated, and then he saw a flash of inspiration, and Lin Yan's figure disappeared without a trace.

As the hill fell, everyone gasped, and their hearts hung up, staring at the mountain in the field, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

What was surprising was that while everyone was worried about Lin Yan, a faint shadow slowly appeared in the air.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Yan?

Seeing that Lin Yan actually escaped at a critical moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they had a lot of high regard for Haoyue Sect in their hearts.

Lin Yan successfully got rid of Xiaoshan's suppression, and Han Yan in the shadows also put his mind at ease, nodded slowly, and let go of his hanging heart.

"Is all you know is to escape?" Jing Fan glanced at the other party coldly and said coldly.

Although Lin Yan suffered a small loss, he didn't take Jing Fan to heart at all, and said coldly: "It's just a fluke, what's so arrogant, let you see how powerful I am now." ”

Lin Yan said that a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the long sword that was suppressed by Xiaoshan trembled and turned into a short sword two fingers wide, and then flew back into Lin Yan's hand with a "whoosh".

At the same time as the short sword flew back, Lin Yan flicked his hand, and the small sword spun rapidly.

As the speed of the small sword rotated faster and faster, countless small swords also flashed out.

Seeing countless short swords flashing, Jing Fan's expression gradually became solemn, holding the folding fan tightly in his hand, his eyes staring at the small sword in front of Lin Yan without blinking, at the same time, he had already opened his mind and locked all the short swords in his divine thoughts.

"Go!" As Lin Yan's shouts came out, countless sword lights rushed towards Jing Fan like flying locusts.

"It's good to come!" Jing Fan was not to be outdone, his hand fanned down, and suddenly he saw countless fist-sized stones rushing up like rain.

With the appearance of the stone rain, countless sharp swords have hit the mountain rocks, and the sound of "dingding" is constantly heard, and as there are more and more sharp swords, the sound is also connected, and then it forms a long roar, and the ears of the onlookers are numb.

Seeing Jing Fan sacrifice countless mountain stones, Lin Yan smiled weirdly, and with a movement of his mind, countless sharp swords frantically poured out from the opponent's feet and slashed down on him.

In the face of Lin Yan's surprise attack, Jing Fan laughed sarcastically, the white light on his body flashed, and a circle of light suddenly appeared, and the white light on the aperture flashed in the blink of an eye, forming a defensive shield, covering him in it.

As soon as the shield was formed, the small sword approached, and then the sound of "poof" came out endlessly, and countless sharp swords crashed into the white circle of light.

It's just that the defense of the white aperture is amazing, and these swords that look extremely powerful can't help this aperture in the slightest.

Lin Yan let out a light "huh" in surprise, and the light smile in his eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he changed to a look of disbelief, and said, "I didn't expect you to really have two hits." ”

As he spoke, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and he shouted loudly: "Condensation!" ”

As the shouts came out, countless sword lights came to an abrupt end, and a giant sword slowly appeared, and at the same time as the long sword flashed, Lin Yan pointed at his hand, and the giant sword stabbed towards Jing Fan with a loud sound.

Obviously, Lin Yan saw that the plot had failed and was ready to attack.

Seeing that the long sword stabbed towards him quickly, Jing Fan's face changed slightly, the aura flashed in his hand, and the white light on his body disappeared, and then a ring appeared in his hand, and as the ring flashed, a strong white light flashed and surged directly towards the long sword.

"Go!" As Jing Fan's shouts sounded, the long sword that seemed to be extremely fast and fierce actually stopped abruptly, and it couldn't hold on to the white light in the air.

It was only now that everyone could see the true body of the white light, and it turned out to be a ring, and at this time, the ring was holding the long sword, and although the long sword seemed to be infinitely powerful, it could not move an inch.

Jing Fan didn't stop there, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and an inconspicuous hidden weapon also flew out, disappearing into the void in a flash.

Jing Fan's secret weapon can hide from Lin Yan and the audience on the side, but he can't hide it from the elders of Haoyue Sect no matter what. ”

It's a pity that the elders are too far away, although everyone reminded them, but when Lin Yan reacted, the secret weapon was startled.

When Lin Yan heard the reminder, he was secretly shocked in his heart, he didn't want to think about it, his body flashed, and he dodged to the side, Rao was like this, and he didn't completely dodge the attack of the hidden weapon, and was hit by a hidden weapon, and suddenly screamed and rolled to the ground.

Seeing Lin Yan rolling to the ground, Jing Fan also slowly fell, with a flash of inspiration in his hand, a short sword flew out, stopped at Lin Yan's neck, and slowly said, "Admit defeat!" ”

As Jing Fan's voice came out, the entire square instantly boiled, and countless monks looked at Jing Fan one after another, admiring Jing Fan's cultivation for being outstanding.

Lin Yan never expected that he would be defeated by Jing Fan in such a situation, and his face suddenly turned to ashes, and he muttered: "I'm defeated, am I defeated?" Not ......"

Jing Fan glanced at Lin Yan who was lying on the ground, and walked to the outside without looking back, the purpose of this competition has been achieved, at this time he is in a very complicated mood, so many years of struggle, just for this moment, but when this moment really comes, his heart is extremely calm.

At this moment, a sudden change abruptly appeared, and Lin Yan, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly shot out backwards and frantically pounced on Jing Fan.

"Ahh The monks who were watching were all taken aback when they saw Lin Yan suddenly rushing out, and they couldn't help but cry out.

Hearing the shouts of the monks, Jing Fan knew that something was wrong, a flash of inspiration flashed on his body, and he dodged to avoid it, Rao was so, he did not avoid the short sword in Lin Yan's hand, and suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and the short sword passed through his abdomen.

Jing Fan stumbled, almost unsteady on his feet, and at the critical moment, he did not fall because of the critical sword, but struck Lin Yan on the head with a backhand.

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