"Red ...... Hair? Feng Zicheng's pupils froze, and he clearly saw that the young man's little finger had a red hair around it, and then he seemed to think of something terrifying, and when he sensed it, it was really his own!

He asked in trepidation, "Where did it come from?" ”

"In the van." Zhao Fan didn't hide it, and then he smiled like a warm sun and said: "History, it's always amazingly similar, I remember that time, it was my ancestor who got a hair of the old Taoist of the Daimyo Mansion, and used it to help the Daomen reverse the disadvantage, and now, as the heir of this generation, it is the same." ”

Feng Zicheng is really about to collapse, the punishment of the Taoist Sanqing has made the Daimyo's Mansion a pulse painful for three hundred years, tonight he was killed by the ancestor master, but he provoked the most unwilling to face the Great Creation Heavenly Master, his own vein, is it really exhausted?

"Fate, you can't break it." Zhao Fan said with good words: "Lift the unity of the heart and sword, just grab it, I won't kill you, at most take the five yang hearts and twist them to the Daomen, after so long, although it is a remnant, it will not die." Besides, even when the Daimyo Mansion betrayed the Dao Sect three hundred years ago, Sanqing only lowered the punishment, and he didn't kill them all, right? ”

"Yes, what you said is right, but I'm not reconciled! What's more, without the inheritance of the Five Yang Heart, the lineage of my Daimyo Mansion will cease to exist! Feng Zicheng roared with a distorted face: "I have endured humiliation for so many years, so that tonight, the revival of the Daimyo's Mansion is close at hand, why is it you who ......?"

"Revival?"

Zhao Fan asked thoughtfully: "What does this have to do with my personal maid?" ”

"It's a big deal!"

Feng Zicheng held the peachwood Dao sword, and said with a gloomy smile: "As early as a thousand years ago, my ancestor calculated the catastrophe, and hereby laid out a thousand-year situation, and the key is that the heart-eroding incense soul, passing on its secret technique, leaving it for a thousand years now, I will refine the five yin soul beads, and I will be able to form the Five Yang Dao Pill and lift the curse!" ”

"Millennial ......"

Zhao Fan suddenly remembered the experience she had told when she was subdued from the seventeenth time, on the day she was carried out of the incense jar, the ghost cultivator let an old Taoist be destroyed, who had half of the Western Xia bloodline, and passed on a ghost cultivation secret technique.

Zhao Fan suddenly realized: "The old Dao who saved the seventeenth is the ancestor of the Daimyo Mansion?" ”

"Yes."

Feng Zicheng fell, his eyes, except for the eyes, the rest of the white places turned scarlet, "I don't believe in fate!" ”

As he spoke, he swung his peachwood sword and slashed at Zhao Fan's red-haired little finger.

If you can take advantage of it and cut it off, you will no longer have to worry about the future, so what if that young man is a great creation heavenly master? Just relying on the knot pill as scheduled, it is weaker than the unity of one's heart and sword!

However, Zhao Fan had already guarded against this hand, his figure flickered, and his little finger took the peachwood sword, "Don't break through the south wall and don't look back?" ”

"Less nonsense!" Feng Zicheng was already like a mad demon, holding the Peach Wood Dao Sword in both hands and slashing wildly, the momentum was like a chaotic arrow, the anger was extremely great, and the speed was as fast as a phantom.

Even Zhao Fan didn't dare to shake his edge at this time, after all, he was empty-handed, but he didn't plan to immediately cast the "Command Technique", but instead swam around the edge of the sword like a spirit snake.

As the so-called master is lonely, Zhao Fan has almost never encountered an opponent who can bring pressure to him.

After the last time the Yue family fought against the Qiankun Twin Corpses, he realized the true meaning of raising Dan with battle, not only that, but even the subtleties of his body were sharpened in that battle.

Therefore, he was going to pass Feng Zicheng's Crazy Demon Chaos Sword first to test his body technique.

Under the crazy offensive of the Taomu Dao Sword, Zhao Fan was still a little chaotic at first, but gradually, after adapting to the rhythm, he became more comfortable.

In just five minutes, Feng Zicheng swung hundreds of swords with slashes or horizontal slashes, but none of them touched Zhao Fan's clothes, and they were all avoided by seemingly dangerous and dangerous ones.

On a tree in the distance, the wind fell into the city and looked at the battle situation in the fog spirit view, and she chuckled softly: "Here it is again...... It's like playing with a monkey, and my body is not even half of Brother Fan's. ”

Another five minutes passed.

There were fine beads of sweat floating on Zhao Fan's body, and he felt that there was no point in continuing to hone his body technique, because Feng Zicheng's sword momentum was nothing more than this at the earliest.

In the next second, his feet flicked, and he jumped three meters away, and then his hands flipped over, and a pair of dragon horn blades appeared out of thin air!

This is the time when he accompanied Ning Xiyu in Jiangling, when he was free, he took the Jiaolong horn that was tempered by the blood Tai Sui, and his body was polished enough, and Feng Zicheng in the state of madness squandered his mana regardless of consumption, at this time, it had fallen to the same level as himself in the early stage of the Yudan, and it was time to practice the relatively short martial arts......

The dragon horn blade resembles a double knife and a pair of short sticks.

looks very stylish, although Zhao Fan has never used a similar blade, but he just has an indescribable liking, if his uncle and grandfather know it very well, he should analyze the last sentence: "Maybe it's because of the snack in his bones." ”

Zhao Fan held the dragon horn blade in both hands, and the golden brilliance was attached to it inside and outside, and he took the initiative to meet Feng Zicheng's peachwood Dao sword, sometimes blocking in a cross, sometimes attacking instead of defending.

After all, it was a short board, and after barely resisting for thirty rounds, Zhao Fan blocked the terrifying sword with the dragon horn blade, but it directly flew ten meters, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and the pair of dragon horn blades, due to inertia, rolled in the air and inserted themselves into the courtyard wall of the Fog Spirit Temple!

He smiled bitterly and sighed: "I'm still too tender, he is a sword after all...... Now that there is only one and a half percent of Longyang Dan power left, if it continues, I am afraid that it will not be enough to give orders, then it will be free, alas, it will end here. ”

At this time, Feng Zicheng saw that the young man was knocked to the ground by himself for the first time, and his blades were all taken off, thinking that the battle situation was completely locked, he jumped up excitedly and slashed a fatal sword at Zhao Fan on the ground!

However, he was as crazy as a demon and had already killed the red eye, and vaguely felt as if he had neglected a very important matter, but he couldn't think about it quietly.

Between the lightning and flint, the yellow aura blade of the Peach Wood Dao Sword had already fallen an inch above Zhao Fan's head!

"Brother Fan!" Feng Licheng's pupils twitched, and he covered his eyes in despair......

But how could the man who was so obsessed with her fall like this?

It was too late, it was fast, Zhao Fan didn't move at all in place, and the Taomu Dao Sword was frozen as if it had been suspended, and it couldn't be further advanced by an inch if it was suspended!

And Feng Zicheng's body twisted uncontrollably, and then fell to the ground, his legs actually locked his neck.

Zhao Fan raised his hand, caught the fallen Peachwood Dao Sword, put it aside for the time being, and concentrated on kneading the red hair with both hands.

What's weird is that how the red hair is twisted, what posture Feng Zicheng's body is.

In the silence of the fog and spirit, there was a crisp clicking sound one after another, which is the movement that only occurs when a fracture is broken.

This technique of issuing orders within the book, "The Book of Public Loss" describes it like this: A single hair can command the Son of Heaven!

However, the stronger the target realm, the greater the consumption.

The remnants of this Daimyo's Mansion are not really Dao Dan, they are only the unity of the heart and sword, and the essence is still the peak of Qi training.

Zhao Fan spent a lot of power to achieve control over Feng Zicheng.

Click...... Click!

The red hair in Zhao Fan's hand became smaller and smaller as he kneaded, until it disappeared, Feng Zicheng's body was distorted into a human shape, and all the non-lethal bones on his body were broken, in other words, a fracture of the whole body.

After the mad demon state that made Feng Zicheng feel no pain disappeared, he felt a sharp pain like a cone, and fell into a coma after screaming.

"Allure, come and guard this Daoist Feng." Zhao Fan stood up with the peachwood sword, came to the wall and put the pair of dragon horn blades into the Jialan Sumeru jade, and tried to collect the sword, but failed, because it was refined by Feng Zicheng and belonged to the owner, and if he wanted to erase the mark, he couldn't do it with the only remaining Longyang Dan power, so he threw it to the wind that came over, and said: "Keep it for me, I'll go find Seventeen." ”

"Hmm."

Wind Falling City is still like a dream, I remember that Zhao Fan was clearly about to be killed by a sword, she didn't dare to look at it, but when she removed the hand covering her eyes, she saw Feng Zicheng, who was as strong as the sun, twisting and binding himself like an earthworm on the ground, on the other hand, the former sat there unscathed and lowered his head and played with his hands like a child......

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