Rumble.

The crowd retreated like a tide.

A square wide field was quickly left behind.

Elder Sun shook the spirit sword in his hand suddenly.

A purple circle was instantly drawn in the air.

The purple circle emitted ten thousand sword qi, and with a bang, it fell to the ground.

A circle appeared on the ground with a radius of several tens of meters.

"Whoever is knocked out of this circle loses. ”

Elder Sun's voice was heroic and powerful, and as soon as his voice came out, the wind was loud.

Hundreds of eyes, swish, all looked at the center of the circle.

Ling Feng sneered, glanced at Ning Fan, and slammed his toes to the ground.

It flew into the center of the circle.

With a sonorous thud, he pulled out the flying sword on his back.

The sword flashed, and the green light shone brightly.

Spirit Sword, Level 1.

The spirit sword is divided into nine levels, with the weakest level one and the strongest level nine.

But the weakest spirit sword is not comparable to ordinary divine soldiers.

The flying sword that Ning Fan was carrying on his back belonged to the level of an ordinary divine soldier.

If, his sword, if it is with Ling Feng's sword, slash at it.

His sword would shatter in half in an instant.

"Spirit Sword?"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed.

"My sword, at the level of a divine soldier, doesn't seem to work against his spirit sword. ”

"No, I'm going to borrow a spirit sword. ”

Ling Feng fought with Ning Fan before, using divine weapons.

This time, he actually pulled out the spirit sword, and it seemed that he had spent a lot of effort.

In fact, this sword was not his, but borrowed by him and Jian Yunyang.

Jian Yunyang's qualifications are excellent, and he is naturally valued by the elders in the door.

What does it matter if you give him a spirit sword or two?

He gave Ling Feng a handful, it was as easy as throwing out a piece of mortal iron, and he didn't care at all.

"Spirit Sword, this Teacher Ling, do you want to use the Spirit Sword to deal with Ning Fan?"

"Ning Fan must be dead, this spirit sword alone is very terrifying. ”

"Yes, his divine weapon, when it comes to the spirit sword, won't it break in an instant?"

......

"Ning Fan, it's better not to fight, it's still too late to regret it now. Lin Ruoxin looked at Ning Fan and whispered.

Ning Fan smiled, "Teacher, how can there be a turning arrow when you open the bow?" He has a spirit sword, I don't have it, but I can borrow it." ”

"Uh...... I didn't. Lin Ruo's heart was extremely bitter.

She also wanted to have a spirit sword, but unfortunately, she didn't have it.

"It's okay, I'll borrow it from Elder Sun. ”

"Uh...... Will he give it to you?" Lin Ruoxin said.

"If you don't try, how do you know?"

Ning Fan smiled mysteriously.

Then, he walked in front of Elder Sun.

He clasped his hands into fists and said respectfully, "Elder Sun, the disciple has something to ask for. ”

"Oh, Ning Fan, you say. ”

Elder Sun could see that Ning Fan's body was full of sword qi, and he was already a seventh-layer strength of sword intent.

He felt that at such an age, he was already such a cultivator, and his qualifications were good.

He has a heart of love.

"The disciple wants to borrow the elder's spirit sword, Lecturer Ling has a spirit sword, and I am a divine soldier, which, in comparison, is not too fair. Ning Fan said seriously.

"Ning Fan, actually, you don't have to compare with him, if you regret it now, I can cancel this battle, he is Lingfeng, but the eighth-layer strength of the sword intent, the cultivation level, one level is different, it is a thousand miles away. ”

Elder Sun reminded him very seriously.

"Elder Sun, you can use it for him. ”

At this time, Jian Yunyang suddenly came over from the side.

"Jian Yunyang?" Elder Sun looked at Jian Yunyang and raised his eyebrows.

Jian Yunyang's fame, he still has heard of it.

Therefore, the demeanor is slightly heavy.

"Well, since you have to fight, I'll borrow it from you, and I hope you can do it yourself. ”

With a flick of Elder Sun's arm, the purple spirit sword, with a bang, flew in front of Ning Fan, levitating in front of his chest.

Ning Fan stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Airplanes.

The purple light is magnificent, and the sword aura lingers.

Ning Fan felt the sword qi in his whole body, and it seemed to be moving with it.

"Good sword. ”

Elder Sun's flying sword was a first-level spirit sword.

In this way, Ning Fan would not be at a disadvantage in terms of weapons when he fought with Ling Feng.

It's fair.

Ning Fan stepped forward, his body jumped, and he landed lightly opposite Ling Feng.

The two were five meters apart.

"What if you borrow the spirit sword, Ning Fan, I will let you taste what it is like to have broken meridians and kneel your head on the ground today. ”

"Ling Feng, don't talk nonsense, you designed to harm me, but I didn't expect it, I'm Ning Fan naturally angry and lucky, God will help me, that ninth-level spirit beast is dead, I think you, will definitely end up like this." ”

Ning Fan shook the sonorous spirit sword, and the purple light in his hand was flourishing.

Although the spirit sword is not his own, he can't refine it, but he can still use the power of the spirit sword.

"Hmph, look for death. ”

Ling Feng's body moved instantly.

The sword in his hand, oh, fell from the sky.

It's fast.

Ning Fan subconsciously raised his sword.

Boom.

A spark burst out in an instant.

The figures of the two people, suddenly, turned into phantoms.

One after another, the sword qi was like a mist.

Surround two people.

A disciple who cultivates to less than two people can't see clearly how the two people are fighting.

However, for the monks above the seventh layer of sword intent, the battle scene between Ning Fan and Ling Feng was completely taken into view.

"Skeepse. ”

Ling Feng shouted.

The spirit sword in his hand is full of green light.

The strength of the whole body gathered into the sword body in an instant.

The green light of the sword body instantly turned into a hill.

Heavy sword technique, condensing sword qi into hills.

It weighs a thousand pounds.

He suddenly moved, and the sword qi hill flew directly into the sky with him.

"My heavy swordsmanship, coupled with the power of the spirit sword, can reach the weight of a thousand catties, Ning Fan, what are you going to fight with me? This move will crush you to death. ”

Ling Feng's silver teeth were about to be crushed.

He laughed, his face hideous and arrogant.

The whole body has black hair, dancing wildly, like a demon god in the next world.

Ning Fan's expression was solemn, looking at the huge object that fell from the sky and fell together with Ling Feng, whose sword qi had condensed into a hill.

He knew that this move was life and death.

A master's move, one move can determine the overall situation.

With strong force, make the strongest blow, save time and effort, and also be domineering and strong.

"What a heavy sword. ”

"Eleven swords, swords and swords come from the east. ”

The purple spirit sword in Ning Fan's hand, with a brush, was held by him, and he shook it suddenly.

Whoosh.

The purple spirit sword instantly became eleven sword qi.

Each sword qi is dozens of zhang long.

One by one, like Optimus Prime, it fell from the sky.

The purple sword qi lingered, as if divine light had descended from the sky.

The eleven sword qi is the current level of cultivation that Ning Fan can cultivate in the Ten Thousand Sword Technique.

"Kill. ”

Ning Fan had long hair, which was originally tied up.

At this time, the silk scarf was broken inch by inch under the lingering sword aura.

His long hair, one by one, was like a sword's edge, fluttering and turbulent.

His sword cloak was even more agitated.

His chest was filled with sword qi, like a gas bag.

Rub and rub.

Eleven sword qi, in an instant, all flew upward.

One after the other.

Each shot out, surrounded by a flash of purple light.

It was like thunder falling from the sky.

Rumble.

Rumble.

Rumble.

......

Eleven sounds shook the heavens and the earth.

Within a radius of tens of meters, cracks appeared in the ground in an instant.

Ning Fan took one hand and carried it on his back.

With one hand, he pinched the purple spirit sword.

Then, his whole body soared into the sky.

Turned into a sharp sword.

His hand, his sword, his body, for a moment, seemed to merge into one.

The fist, which has always been huge, has changed from illusory to solid.

The sword qi that fell from the sky suddenly slammed into it.

A mushroom cloud rises.

The sound of clicks is incessant.

Many people feel that their ears flutter suddenly.

Some people even stretched out their hands and covered their ears.

Two people, seven layers of sword intent, eight layers of sword intent.

actually exerted the power of the ninth layer of sword intent.

It's all a thousand pounds.

Sou.

A sword, falling from the sky.

Teal lightsaber.

Boom.

A man fell from the sky and smashed to the ground.

Smoke and dust rose from the ground.

Poof.

A mouthful of red blood spurted out of his throat.

With a roll of his eyes, Ling Feng fell directly to the ground and passed out.

And Ning Fan walked out of the smoke and dust.

The corners of his mouth, though bloody, and his arms, dripping with blood, ticked.

But his backbone is still as firm as ever.

It's like an Optimus Prime, no one can bend it.

Burst.

Ning Fan couldn't bear it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

His face was pale, but he was still strong.

"What about the eighth layer of sword intent?"

Squinting his eyes and muttering.

"Want to pass out? Hmph, it's up to me to say yes or not. ”

Ning Fan stepped forward and walked towards Ling Feng step by step.

"Ning Fan, what do you want to do?"

Suddenly, a sword, with a swoop, landed one meter in front of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan's sword intent exploded with a bang, revealing his strong muscles.

A red sword fell from the sky.

The sword aura on the sword body was strong and sharp.

actually shattered Ning Fan's sword intent.