"Two curse marks, you can really cast a spell again. ”

Lin Fan replied indifferently, secretly noticing the abnormalities in his body.

Under this investigation, it was indeed found that he had been hit by another bitter sword.

Just now, there was no physical contact between himself and the other party, and after such a distance, the other party wanted to cast a curse, but it was nothing more than through an attack or a ...... Spiritual power is realized.

Was it that when he reversed those snow swords, he came into contact with the spiritual power above and hit the bitter heart sword?

If so, then the spell mark in the previous body is explained.

The other party hid the Bitter Silence Heart Sword in its spiritual power, and used it as an offensive means to hide from the sky and the sea.

So much so that when he used his spiritual power to fight back, he came into contact with the other party's spiritual power, and then he fell into the way.

"Use the Bitter Silence Heart Sword in my body as the object and exchange it for experience. ”

The experience of delivering to the door, there is no reason not to collect it.

"+1800 experience points."

As soon as the exchange order was issued, the bitter silence sword in his body disappeared, and there was nothing left.

Lin Fan made a frown on the surface, frowning at the fact that he had been hit by the curse again.

Of course, this scene was deliberately made for Mr. Ling to see.

"Hahahaha. ”

Seeing Lin Fan's frowning movements, Mr. Ling guessed that the other party must be secretly angry, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.

The two bitter and silent heart swords are planted, what if the other party is the leader of the Demon Sect?

It will be a big drop in strength and a complete fall here.

"Two spell marks, just want to do this seat?"

Lin Fan's brows slowly relaxed, and he said in a deep voice: "It's just a daydream." ”

After that, Lin Fan flew off the dragon chariot and stepped out in one step.

The figure turned into an afterimage, stepped out more than ten zhang in vain, approached Mr. Ling's body, raised his hand and punched out.

Heavenly Demon Fist.

The phantom of the giant fist appeared, enveloping the huge force to bombard Mr. Ling.

Mr. Ling was taken aback by Lin Fan's strange posture, and subconsciously hit the Eight Desolation Gods and Demon Fist to resist.

At the same time, the Bitter Silence Heart Sword was secretly applied to his fist, wanting to cover it up and spell Lin Fan again.

Lin Fan pretended not to know at all.

Fist to heart.

Mr. Ling felt that Lin Fan's punch was a little weaker than before, and he couldn't help but guess in his heart that Lin Fan had been affected by the Bitter Silence Heart Sword, and his strength began to decline.

This is a great opportunity for me to fight back.

If you can, put a few more spell marks.

The corrosive effect of the Sword of Bitterness stacks.

"+1800 experience points."

With the contact with Mr. Ling's fist, Lin Fan immediately exchanged the Bitter Silence Heart Sword in his body.

At the same time, he threw a second punch, and the power was still the same as before.

Now I want to pit a little bit of experience.

Killing the opponent is not the primary goal.

Successfully planted a spell mark, a cold glint flashed in Mr. Ling's eyes, and he wantonly used the Eight Desolation Gods and Demon Fists, constantly bombarding Lin Fan.

Every punch is struck, and there is a bitter sword hidden in it.

Although there are not many of them, it is more than enough to plant seven or eight for the other party.

The Heavenly Demon Fist slammed into the void.

The explosive force spreads surgingly.

Every punch Lin Fan threw out, it set off a wave of manic qi.

"+1800 experience points."

"+1800 experience points."

"+1800 experience points."

Fist to flesh.

Experience every time.

I have to say that Mr. Ling has a beginning and an end.

A total of eight punches were thrown, and all eight punches contained the bitter heart sword, and none of them were pulled down.

"Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, and you can't compete with me anymore, what about your previous arrogance!"

Mr. Ling's heart was happy, and he said sarcastically.

planted ten bitter sword swords for the other party, and the other party continued to hold on, not choosing to turn around and run, which is really stupid.

Such a person is also worthy to be the head of a religion.

Cause a wave of demons around the world.

Is the world crazy?

The ninth punch blasted out and struck on top of Mr. Ling's fist, exploding a wave of fiery red qi.

Mr. Ling's body did not retreat for half a minute.

Lin Fan pretended to take half a step back.

But after the order was given in the heart, there were no experience points to obtain.

"You've run out of spell marks?"

Lin Fan withdrew his fist and suspended outside Mr. Ling's three zhang away, his eyes flickering.

Why is there no spell mark.

Let's do it again.

"Stupid. ”

Mr. Ling sneered: "I have been hit by my ten curse seals, and you still want to understand it?"

"Your fists are getting weaker and weaker, and you can't hurt me. ”

Lin Fan's face was dark, and he silently waved his fist.

The ninth form of the Heavenly Demon Fist was instantly struck.

The punch is the same as before.

But the level of power is a world of difference!

This is the power of the Eighth Realm, the strength of the original sect master in his heyday.

The huge fist shadow slammed into Mr. Ling.

The moves between the shots look unpretentious and unfancy.

"If you don't measure yourself, after all, you hit the stone with an egg!"

Mr. Ling's spiritual power was fully opened, his five fingers were clenched into fists, his breath climbed to the extreme, and he used the Eight Desolation Gods and Demon Fists to kill Lin Fan in one fell swoop.

Heavenly Demon Fist vs. Eight Desolate Gods Demon Fist.

A contest of two different levels of power.

Lin Fan's black hair danced wildly, and the shadow of the Heavenly Demon Fist suddenly became hotter than the sun, blooming with a dazzling brilliance, spreading to all sides, illuminating the world and the world, and making Mr. Ling's eyes bloom.

The rich light engulfed Mr. Ling.

On the dragon chariot, Eagle Fighting Sky and Yutai Yue saw the dazzling brilliance in the battlefield, and a round of small suns appeared.

It was a punch from the Sect Master.

Endless light burst out, dyeing the dilapidated snow-capped mountains with a layer of fiery red.

Under the power of terror, Mr. Ling's counterattack was instantly disintegrated.

His robe was stained with blood, his body flew upside down, his internal organs were severely damaged, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, forming a blood-colored trajectory in the air.

"Well played!"

Eagle let out a shout.

"How is it possible, you are already ......"

Mr. Ling was hit hard by this punch, his breath was sluggish, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and the pain was unbearable, and his expression was full of puzzlement when he looked at Lin Fan.

The other party was obviously hit by the Ten Bitter Silence Heart Sword.

Under the superposition of such spell marks, it is impossible to exert such a powerful blow.

Moreover, the previous attack was much weaker than that.

What's going on?

"This seat has said, and the curse seal can't help this seat. ”

Lin Fan's palm poked out, and a huge palm appeared, slapping at Mr. Ling.

Mr. Ling's face was shocked, and he didn't hesitate to transfer and run.

But with a serious injury, his speed decreased.

Lin Fan's attack was faster than his escape.

Mr. Ling was slapped by Lin Fan and fell headlong into the snowy mountain, splashing a wave of snow.

Lin Fan stepped out and appeared in front of Mr. Ling, stepping on his face.

"Are you proud of casting a spell on a disciple of the Divine Sect?"

Sect Master Lin looked down expressionlessly: "How to remove the curse seal?"

Mr. Ling's expression was extremely ugly, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Kill me!"

Lin Fan stared at Mr. Ling: "This seat will ask you again, so to lift the curse seal?"

Mr. Ling fell into silence for a while, gritted his teeth, and said after a long while: "Don't dream, don't you think about it......"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Fan once again landed on his feet, stomped on half of Mr. Ling's face, and stepped his head into the snow.

"My patience is limited. ”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Fan raised his palm and made a gesture to slap it down, completely ending the other party.

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