Fan Jian held the wooden sword in his hand and said seriously: "No one can take my sword!"

And the disciple who slashed towards Fan Jian with a sword was full of question marks.

Although Fan Jian is a waste material on weekdays, he is very low-key, how could he say such crazy words today?

No one can take his sword?

Could it be that Senior Brother Chu Feng can't take it over?

The corner of the disciple's mouth hooked up a scornful smile, and he secretly thought in his heart that Fan Jian must not be able to accept the reality and had gone crazy.

As everyone knows, at this time, a sword intent has emerged in Fan Jian's heart.

Forward-looking, incomparably extreme sword intent!

Bang!

There was a dull sound of wooden swords colliding.

At this moment, the disciple's face changed drastically.

He screamed, and the whole person flew out upside down, slammed on the ground more than ten meters away, and passed out on the spot, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The two wooden swords couldn't withstand the sword intent that Fan Jian burst out, and directly turned into powder.

And observing the disciple's hands that were holding the sword before, there were many hideous wounds, and blood was dripping.

This is the power of the Extreme Sword Intent, even if it is not directly slashed into his hands, the power that bursts out of the Extreme Sword Intent also destroys the hands of that disciple.

Fan Jian's face was a little surprised: "I'll go, I'm so fierce? shouldn't use a special move, am I too heavy, I knew to use a random sword......"

He just wanted to try the power of his special move, but it turned out to be so powerful that it scared him.

At this time, Chu Feng said drunkly: "Hahaha, Ben Shuai is indeed more drunk than today, Fan Jian can actually knock down my little brother with one sword, this is impossible, I am definitely drunk......"

And the other little brother who was supporting Chu Feng was sober.

He watched Fan Jian slash out that sword with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: ", is this person really Fan Jian! That disciple is the strength of the fourth layer of the Quenching Pulse Realm! Looking at our entire C group, the fourth layer of the Quenching Pulse Realm is not an ordinary person. ”

In the hearts of these disciples, Fan Jian has the inherent impression that he is a waste material.

He can't comprehend the sword spectrum of the outer gate, and if he can't comprehend the sword spectrum, he won't have sword intent, and he can't quench his sword intent.

It's just an ordinary person who has no power to restrain the chicken.

And the disciple that Fan Jian had just slashed down was at the fourth layer of the Quenching Pulse Realm.

Even if it is not at the level of a genius like Chu Feng, in the entire Group C, it is also a leader.

With such a big difference in strength, Fan Jian actually slashed down a fourth-layer Quenching Pulse Realm with one sword, which was simply like a dream!

took out a wooden sword from the room again, Fan Jian felt a little headache, he now comprehended the ultimate sword intent, this sword intent was too strong, the wooden sword couldn't bear it at all.

He felt like he had accomplished something: the Wooden Sword Buster.

Raising the wooden sword and pointing at the only remaining sober disciple, Fan Jian said, "Do you also want to compete with me?"

The disciple immediately panicked.

The fourth layer of the Quenching Vein Realm can't even block a sword in front of Fan Jian, his strength is less than the fourth layer of the Quenching Vein Realm, how can he compare with Fan Jian?

After some deliberation, the disciple said inwardly: "Cut, I don't want to compete with you as a waste material." ”

However, Fan Jian had already slashed at him with a sword: "No, you want to!"

In fact, Fan Jian also wanted to try the power of a random sword, what level it was.

"Nima!"

This disciple wanted to cry without tears in an instant, why is this unreasonable?

Seeing that the wooden sword in Fan Jian's hand was slashing head-on, this disciple had no choice but to pull out the wooden sword on his waist and fight with Fan Jian.

The strength of this disciple is the third layer of the Quenching Pulse Realm, and it can be regarded as a medium strength in the C Group of the Outer Gate of the Jiuyang Sword Sect.

And Fan Jian had just stepped into the first layer of the Quenching Vein Realm, and Fan Jian only used the least powerful random sword.

Fan Jian thought to himself, this time it won't be too heavy, and he should be able to control the power within a reasonable range.

Bang!

The wooden sword nemesis deserves to be the wooden sword nemesis.

At the moment when the two wooden swords collided, they all shattered again.

And the disciple of the third layer of the Quenching Pulse Realm also flew out upside down in an instant, and a hideous wound appeared on his arm.

"Nima!"

This time it was Fan Jian's turn to be surprised: "Lao Tzu is just a random sword! Why is it still so strong!"

These two disciples, who were originally supporting Chu Feng, were all defeated by Fan Jian, and the extreme sword intent had already injured their insides, causing them to both pass out.

Chu Feng's strength was still drunk, and there was no one to support him at the moment, so he fell to the ground in a daze, like a fool.

Looking at the two seriously injured disciples, Fan Jian fell into anxiety.

He didn't want to put down such a heavy hand, but the extreme sword intent was too strong.

The rules of the Jiuyang Sword Sect are strict, and if the disciples of the same sect are injured like this, Fan Jian is afraid that he will be expelled directly from the sect.

"How good is that......"

Fan Jian's gaze fell on the drunken Chu Feng, and he couldn't help but move.

Walked to Chu Feng's side and reached out and pressed it on Chu Feng's shoulder.

Chu Feng drunkenly raised his head and looked at Fan Jian, and said in a daze, "You...... Who are you? I'm going to find Fan Jian, that scrap doesn't dare to give me face, I want him to taste some hardship!"

Fan Jian's eyes showed disdain, this Chu Feng was a sixth-layer Quenching Pulse Realm, and his strength was quite strong, but a little horse urine made him drink like this.

said that he wanted to find Fan Jian, but Fan Jian was in front of him but couldn't recognize it.

Fan Jian smiled secretly in his heart: "Since you are so drunk, then don't blame me." ”

"Oh, Senior Brother Chu, you really deserve to be a genius! You actually burst out with such a powerful sword intent just now!" Fan Jian said to Chu Feng in a tone of pretended surprise.

And took a broken wooden sword and stuffed it into Chu Feng's hand.

Chu Feng said vaguely: "Powerful sword intent, I'm really a genius......

Fan Jian snorted and slapped this genius in the face, Chu Feng was already delirious, and after this slap, Chu Feng fell asleep groggily.

"Damn, this kind of face-slapping genius feels pretty cool? Two more times!"

Smack!

Fan Jian opened his bow left and right at Chu Feng's face, and after a while, Chu Feng's face swollen into a pig's head.

......

Early the next morning.

Elder Fan Tianming came to the disciple's room early for a routine inspection.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Elder Fan Tianming saw the three people lying on the ground, and his face changed instantly: "What's going on! Could it be that someone from the Demon Sect is sneaking up!"

Elder Fan Tianming hurriedly stepped forward to check, and when he saw Chu Feng's swollen and inhuman-like face, he couldn't help but gasp: "Who did this?!"

When he saw the injuries on the arms of the other two disciples, cold sweat broke out: "This is the injury caused by the sword intent penetrating the body! Look at this wound, what a terrifying sword intent this is!"