Chapter 66: The Third Death Descendant of the Yan Huang List?

Boom...

The dark black heavy spear was in his hands, and Lin Fan's wrist suddenly fell an inch at a magnitude visible to the naked eye, and the terrifying power that weighed as much as a 10,000-pound boulder almost didn't let him go!

A hint of darkness flashed in the pitch-black pupils, Lin Fan roared angrily in his heart, his arm quietly forced, and he forcibly held the gun in both hands and waved it in the air several times.

Boom! Boom!

The spear danced and smashed into the void, tearing through the air with a series of roars of cleft ear membranes.

Under the shocked look of the bronze masked man below, Lin Fan waved the spear in his hand for nearly dozens of seconds before he got used to its weight, and gradually slowed down his movements.

With the sound of a heavy object smashing on the hard stone surface, Lin Fan stood with a spear in his hand, his eyes could not hide his excitement and fiery color as he stared at the bronze masked man, and his battle intent surged.

"Come again!"

After speaking, he didn't give the bronze masked man a chance to speak, Dajing ancient spear a little stone steps, the whole person was like Mount Tai pressing the top, condescending, menacing and stabbing out with a shot!

"Hmph..."

Facing Lin Fan's aggressiveness in an instant, the man wearing ethnic minority costumes and a bronze mask snorted coldly, and with a blood-red demonic sword body in his palm, the same sword was picked out from his side without avoidance.

Clang!

A dull metal crash sounded, and at the center of the collision between the dark spear and the blood-red sword, a string of fierce sparks burst out.

The majestic counter-impact force reacted from the blood sword and the ancient spear to Lin Fan and the bronze masked man, forcing the two to take a step back at the same time.

In this blow, the two of them fought on par!

"You were lucky enough to get a spirit soldier?" The bronze masked man's eyes were shocked, and after the temptation of the blow just now, he found that the grade of the spear that Lin Fan had just obtained was not inferior to the sword in his hand!

Lin Fan reacted very quickly in the state of magic change, and when he saw that the attack was unsuccessful, he did not speak. The soles of his feet instantly stomped on the barrel of the Dajing Ancient Spear quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately.

I saw that the gold-streaked, blackened Dajing ancient spear turned rapidly, and the sharp tip of the spear passed dangerously and dangerously in front of the throat of the mysterious masked man, bringing up a sharp wind that made the latter sweat coldly, and then left a deep blood mark on his smooth neck.

Lin Fan regretted that he almost succeeded.

The spear in his hand turned, and once again he acted into a vicious trick attack on loneliness, stabbing at the bronze masked man.

"Even fireflies dare to shake the moon!" The bronze masked man finally became angry, and his fingers flicked several times on the blood-red sword in succession, and an invisible strange wave emanated from the long sword in his hand.

"Remnant Blood Sword Style, Proud Blood Without a Trace!"

A shout of anger rang out in his heart, and then he saw the blood-colored long sword in his hand seem to speed up in time and space, and endless torrents of sword shadows appeared from the void around him.

The sword shadow turned into a river, cut through the air, and came into contact with Lin Fan's spear.

Boom... Boom!

The sound of the sword breaking through the sky, and the trembling sound of the collision between metals, resounded over the entire altar for a while.

Lin Fan and the bronze masked man's bodies continued to change, and the bright sparks of countless spears and swords colliding flashed in midair.

The two of them seemed to be completely angry, the shadow of the gun and the sword flood continued one after another, and the muffled sound of the staggered guns and swords played a piece of music full of killing and coldness!

But as the battle continued, Lin Fan's disadvantages gradually became apparent.

At the beginning, Lin Fan was still able to take advantage of the opponent's attack rhythm to make the first move, and pressed the past according to his own battlefield control.

But after the mysterious masked man reacted, the form was constantly reversed by it.

Lin Fan didn't know how to use a gun at all! He had never learned any gun-related martial arts, and the reason why he behaved so violently was completely because of the strength of the middle-level spirit soldiers of the Dajing Ancient Spear, and he had become a formidable aura.

And the bronze masked man on the opposite side looks like a demonic character who is obsessed with kendo all day long, and the swordsmanship and sword style he uses are perfect, mysterious and impeccable!

Unlike Lin Fan, who stabbed the gun indiscriminately, the bronze masked man's sword path is known to ordinary people at a glance.

With the profundity and sophistication of his sword skills, it didn't take long for the bronze masked man to overwhelm Lin Fan, breaking the rhythm of his shots, so that Lin Fan couldn't raise his head for a long time, and could only be forced to use the gun's eye to quickly block the frame.

It's just that if it continues like this, it will be a matter of time before Lin Fan loses, it's just a matter of time...

"Damn!"

Lin Fan was aggrieved in his heart, his face was flushed, and this battle was too and angry. Hand-to-hand combat is indeed his strong point, but at the same time, the use of weapons is also a weakness.

This weakness seems to be discardable, and it would be good to develop your own strengths alone, but in fact it is not!

In fact, there are only two development paths in front of Lin Fan's martial arts now, one is to take the road of physical sanctification, that is, external physical cultivation, just like the sixth in the Yanhuang List and the Desolate Sage, a body of King Kong is not bad and the magic is powerful in the world, and the second is to cultivate weapons and martial arts to improve their own shortcomings......

It's just that the hard training of the physical body is too difficult and time-consuming, and there is no winter training, summer training, and there will be no significant growth after years of accumulation.

Just the fact that the Desolate Saint is the oldest in the top ten of the Yanhuang List can be seen!

"After I go back this time, I must let Elder Hong teach me marksmanship..."Lin Fan gritted his teeth and struggled to resist, thinking resentfully and unwillingly in his heart.

Boom!

Another huge metal trembling sound came out, and Lin Fan's hands hurt in pain, and he almost didn't let go of the Dajing Ancient Spear.

"I***!" Lin Fan was furious, and the evil fire that had been accumulating in his heart was finally like a volcano erupting, surging and about to erupt!

Whew!

Lin Fan completely gave up what marksmanship should be, what points, stabs, cannons, blocks, horizontal... It was like picking up a murderous stick, and smashed down angrily towards the bronze masked man without any fancy fancy!

The body of the gun caused a violent wind to howl, and the surrounding air made a deafening explosion under Lin Fan's violent fighting style.

Bell!

Lin Fan raised the Dajing Ancient Spear in his hand, and slashed his head three times at the bronze masked man's face. Seeing this, the latter did not dare to relax, and hurriedly raised his sword to block, and at this time, the spear as heavy as a mountain swung down on the slender sword, emitting a crisp and sharp sword sound.

The bronze masked man's face hidden under the mask suddenly changed at this moment, and he felt that what he was blocking seemed to be not his opponent's spear, but a meteorite, a huge meteorite falling from the sky!

The terrifying power pouring out of the spear made his arms numb, and he lost consciousness for a moment, and even his sword moves were disrupted for a while.

The blood in Lin Fan's body was burning, and the pure crystalline energy left in his body by swallowing the red spirit extract fruit that day also began to boil and melt at this moment, and the power in his body was climbing upwards at a rapid speed.

The whole person is getting braver and braver, and the perfect violence interprets what is called the Ten Meetings with Force!

Call...

Lin Fan didn't want to give the other party too much respite, and waved the spear in his hand, entrapping a terrifying wind in the sky, and continued to smash towards the masked man fiercely.

A spear of an intermediate spirit soldier has completely become a stick in his hand, if the ancestor of the Lin family under Jiuquan learns about it, will he be so angry that he will jump out?

"Remnant Blood Sword Style, Ten Thousand Feet of Blood!"

The man in the bronze mask was obviously also a person who had experienced a hundred battles and had a lot of combat experience, but I saw that he quickly stabilized his mind, and a loud shout came out of his mouth.

Rumble...

The blood-red long sword in the bronze mask man's hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling and majestic red light, and the entire long sword seemed to turn into a blood-colored lightsaber in an instant, and it seemed that even the volume had increased a lot, and the length had skyrocketed to nearly ten feet!

A devastating wave of blood rippled out from above, and faintly, even the air began to smell of blood.

But what shocked Lin Fan's heart the most, and a look of disbelief surged on his face, was the last shout of the bronze masked man.

"Remnant Blood Sword Style?Could it be that he is the third on the Yanhuang List, a disciple under the name of the God of Death?!"

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ps: I revised the sixty-fifth chapter, the plot has not changed, and some details have been dealt with. For yesterday's direct release of the original manuscript without re-reading, Feng Shao is here to express his sincerest apologies. Ask for recommendations!