After the sacrificial training, Yang Fan completely changed his attributes, even if the demon training ancestor stood in front of him, he could no longer recognize that this was his demon trapping net.

"Break it for me!"

The Moon Sword shouted angrily, and the sharp swords in the air turned their tips upside down one after another, stabbing towards the giant net.

Bell!

The sound of metal clashing came out, and the sword with an abnormally sharp handle that could pierce the boulder actually returned in vain, and as soon as it came into contact with the giant net, it burst out with dazzling sparks, but it could not pierce half a point.

"Wow!"

The Sky Covering Net really had the power to cover the sky and the earth, and it shrouded the Moon Sword at once, and quickly contracted it, binding him like a rice dumpling, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

"What's the matter? you cut yourself now, I can leave you with all your corpses!" Yang Fan's figure suddenly appeared, and the huge purple wings stretched behind him, covered in silver light, full of sacred, glorious aura.

"Damn! Yang Fan, you forced me!" Yue Jian's eyes were red with anger, he roared, no longer struggled, looked at Yang Fan coldly, and suddenly pointed at Yang Fan, and his simple and distant voice seemed to come from outside the sky: "The first sword of the Moonlit Night Divine Sword!"

But his sword didn't have the slightest medium and performance, just looked at Yang Fan so lightly, the sword light flashed in his eyes.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed suddenly, his body kicked back and retreated more than a dozen steps, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with internal organ debris.

Then a small thumb-sized blood hole appeared in the middle of his forehead, extending at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, a streak of blood appeared from his forehead, extending to his chest, and then to his lower abdomen.

Blood was dripping, flesh and skin were flying, and Sensen's white bones were clearly visible.

"This is the sword of the soul! The ultimate form of the Moonlit Night Divine Sword, no matter who you are, as long as there is murderous energy in your heart, you will be attracted by me, condensed into a sword, appear from your body, disembowel you, and die instantly! The immortal god is difficult to save!"

Yang Fan's heart shook violently, there was indeed a giant sword in his body, which was cutting through his body, and his body was stronger than steel, and he couldn't resist.

This is the sword of the soul, condensed with the murderous aura in Yang Fan's heart, with all his breath, even in a strong defense, it will not produce resistance to himself, and the most difficult thing for a person to defeat is himself.

"Damn!" Yang Fan found that the angrier he was, the stronger the power of the sword, but he couldn't control his anger, at this time, who could be calm?

Quickly, the sword had already slashed into his lower abdomen, and once it pierced the Qihai Dantian, his life would also come to an end.

The disciples who watched around looked at Yang Fan's state and talked about it.

"Look! That's the ultimate sword of the Moon Sword, even if it's a master who is twice as tall as him, he can't resist it!"

"The first sword, the beginning of man, the sword of the heart, as soon as this sword comes out, no one can stop it. ”

"Yang Fan is dead!"

......

"Is it over?, as soon as the first sword appears, even if I face this sword, I will have to consume seventy percent of the liliang before it can be lift......ed" Cheng Cheng stared at the blood slit extending all the way to Yang Fan's lower abdomen, knowing that the big thing had been decided, he couldn't help but shake his head with some regret.

"I said it a long time ago, no matter how fast he is, he is useless, this guy Moon Sword is really terrifying. Song Cheng turned around lightly and no longer looked at Yang Fan.

"Unknowable ......" Lin Feng squinted his eyes and stared at Yang Fan's eyes, as if he wanted to know if he had the means to turn the tables.

"Yang Fan, we're here to save you!"

Cheng Wei and Huang Kaishan saw that Yang Fan was in danger, and rushed into the circle with a roar.

"Elder Tong, Yang Fan has been defeated, do you want to save him?" an elder looked at Tong Nan.

Tong Nan smiled mysteriously, shook his head lightly, and said, "No, he can handle it!"

He looked at Yang Fan and read in a voice that only he could hear: "Wind Shock can't stop you, can the Moon Sword kill you?"

As if hearing Tong Nan's words, Yang Fan suddenly laughed, very arrogantly!

"Haha!haha!Cheng Wei, Huang Kaishan, you go back!I'll be fine!" He didn't care about his own blood, but waved his hand, wrapped his anger around Cheng Wei and the two, and rolled out of the circle.

"But ......" Cheng Wei and the others looked at the increasingly obvious blood cracks on Yang Fan's body suspiciously, and they could even see the internal organs inside.

"The sword of the soul is indeed extraordinary!

Yang Fan said loudly, and pulled the blood slit in his lower abdomen with both hands.

Sizzle......

With blood overflowing, he reached out and grabbed it into his stomach, grasped the sword of the soul, and slowly pulled it out!

Wow......

Everyone around them was so frightened that they retreated again and again, watching Yang Fan tear open his stomach with his own hands and pull out the sword of the soul, this scene was really terrifying and shocking.

Blood flowed down his hands, his hands were stained with his own blood, but he didn't seem to see it, his eyes were fixed on the stunned Moon Sword, and his eyes were full of madness.

His eyes were like a wolf, like a giant snake, staring coldly at the Moon Sword, and his hands slowly pulled out the Spiritual Sword from his body.

Everyone was stunned!

No one is afraid of death, but few people can do it as calmly as Yang Fan, tear his stomach by himself, and pull out a heart sword.

It takes a lot of courage!

Bang!

The sword of the mind was crushed by him, and it made a crisp loud noise.

At the same time, Nayue Sword's face turned pale and he was hit hard. The aura on his body dropped rapidly, and there was no more earth-shattering sword aura.

"How can you resist the first sword? No one can pull it out! No one can pull it out like you, you are not human, you are not human......" Moon Sword shouted frantically, full of unwillingness.

He knew the power of the first sword best, even he didn't know it, it turned out that the first sword could be pulled out of the body, this was originally formed by the murderous aura of the soul, it was originally an invisible thing, but in Yang Fan's body, there was a mutation, such a scene made him confused.

Even in the face of a strong man with a light martial arts that was twice as high as him, the first sword was invincible, no one could break it, and he could only rely on the powerful Liliang to suppress it, rather than pull it out like Yang Fan.

"Impossible things often happen to me, now you can die!" Yang Fan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on the blood slit, and instantly returned to its original state.

He moved, and a terrifying aura permeated the surroundings, and a fierce coercion rushed towards the Moon Sword.

A giant hand conjured up, and slapped a palm on the top of the head of the unresisting Moon Sword.

Crackling......

The sound of a shattered skull came into everyone's ears.

Moon Sword was extremely unwilling, and as the vitality disappeared, his body weakened and fell to the ground.

"Whoosh!" Yang Fan withdrew the sky-covering net, and then pulled out an empty ring from the index finger of Yue Jian's right hand.

Forcibly breaking the prohibition inside, Yang Fan smiled with satisfaction, put away the empty ring, and walked towards Cheng Wei and the others.

Except for Cheng Wei and Huang Kaishan, all the disciples began to retreat, and although the blood cracks on Yang Fan's body disappeared, his body was stained with bright red blood, which was so scarlet that it made people palpitate.

"Yang Fan!"

"Yang Fan!"

Cheng Wei and Huang Kaishan walked up to Yang Fan excitedly and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Hmm......" Yang Fan gritted his teeth and snorted, his body fell towards Cheng Wei weakly, and the corners of his mouth showed a reassuring smile: "Take me back quickly, I have no strength......"

"Yang Fan is injured!" Cheng Wei suddenly understood, helped Yang Fan up, and walked towards the sidelines, while Huang Kaishan opened the way in front and squeezed everyone away.