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"Bang!"

The parts were put into the box, the long box was closed again, and a series of "Kara" sounds were emitted inside, and when the box was opened again, the divine soldier that fell into Zhao Fan's hands had already changed back to the shape of the sword merger last night in just two breaths.

A small acacia knife, a small ecstasy sword.

It's not that a martial arts wizard like senior brother Wang Xiaoshi can casually achieve the realm of "Seven Emotions into Martial Arts", Zhao Fantong guò watched the two sets of sword martial arts realized by his senior brother's practice, but he has never been able to sublimate to the point of his senior brother, and after all, he can only add a "small" word to the title.

However, even if it is just a "trumpet" lovesick ecstasy, as a derivative product of the sword mastery of the free door, these two sets of sword martial arts have long been enough to be included in the category of "peerless" in the rivers and lakes.

has never experienced Wang Xiaoshi's dozens of times of falling in love and falling out of love, Zhao Fan's sword is naturally far less lingering and tactful. As a modern person who pursues himself, his sword also bears the brand of Zhao Fan's own.

Even if it is lovesick, it is lovesick and arrogant.

Even if it's ecstasy, it's ecstasy.

When Zhao Fan used this set of sword moves and sword momentum and stepped forward to kill among the Blood Sword Monks, Ling Weisi and the Blood Sword Monks were surprised to find that this guy, who was already quite strong, could be several times more terrifying.

As long as there is no possibility of heavy injuries on the spot and a sharp drop in combat power, Zhao Fan will never care about exchanging injuries with others, in this way, the lethality will naturally soar in a straight line, just a few glances, the enemy has been killed three times and one maimed, even the rest of the blood knife monks were completely shocked by this mad tiger-like momentum, and they involuntarily retreated again and again, and it didn't take long for them to collapse.

"Mom...... Damn, what's going on with this guy, aren't you afraid of pain?"

Seeing Zhao Fan endure his injuries and frantically kill his own people, Ling Huisi's eyes were about to split, and he unconsciously scolded angrily.

Regarding his question, Zhao Fan just grinned viciously.

"Hey, the pain? Are you kidding? Since the first day of practice, what minute and second has Ben Shao not been trembling in pain? A mere knife wound can be counted as nothing compared to the pain of cutting through the meridians and blades of the whole body?!"

Saying this, Zhao Fan suddenly shouted, and the "Acacia Knife" skill in his hand was urged again, and a bloody knife monk was slashed to death on the spot, but the blood that spurted out was only spurted out, but under the obstruction of the body protection qi, it could not touch Zhao Fan at all.

As he said, for the feeling of "pain", Zhao Fan, who has practiced the "wedding dress magic skill" since childhood, has long been accustomed to the pain and numb to the pain.

When a person has to endure the severe pain of being cut by a thousand blades at every moment, every minute and every second, whether he is making a gesture or making a move, how can he be afraid of the pain of being injured in a battle?

"We can't let him kill like this anymore!"

Looking at the situation in front of him, Ling Huisi finally made up his mind.

Although in the previous battles, this old fox has always expressed the intention of protecting himself, and he has always been unwilling to take risks in person, but he has constantly driven his subordinates to besiege in a row, so that Zhao Fan was weak with a strong blow, and easily broke two formations in a row. But as a hero, Ling Weisi is not just a careerist after all, but has the ambition and strength to match his ambition.

When he was really serious and decided to make a move in person, the momentum on the old fox's body suddenly changed, and his palms were in the air.

If it were an ordinary martial artist here, he might think that what Ling Huisi used was an ordinary "Eagle Claw Skill" of the "Mighty Eagle Claw Gate", so he was a little lax and underestimated the enemy. However, with his well-read and superb eyesight, Zhao Fan was able to discover the extraordinaryness of this set of eagle claw magic skills at the first time, and then further searched for the source of this eagle claw grasping technique in his mind.

"Hmm! It turned out to be the 'Nine Victories of the Condor' of the 'Tiele Flying Eagle'!"

Recognizing the move in an instant, Zhao Fan's face sank, and he immediately changed the ruthless offensive of exchanging injuries for injuries, and under Ling Huisi's sharp grasp, he did not hesitate to withdraw and retreat quickly, but he was not willing to make contact with this pair of meat claws at all.

He was not to blame for being so cautious. It must be known that decades ago, "Flying Eagle" Qu Ao was already the master of the Tiele clan, with a "Nine Transformations of Condensation" divine skill, almost second only to "Wuzun" Bi Xuan among the foreign races, even in the Central Plains, it is also famous.

When the Sui and Tang dynasties were in turmoil, "Flying Eagle" Qu Ao led a group of disciples to the Central Plains, and was finally defeated by the young Turkic master Ba Fenghan, and retreated to the grassland. After the defeat, this terrible grandmaster did not fall silent, but learned from the pain, constantly thinking about the reason for this defeat, and finally attributed it to the fact that his own moves were not worthy of the realm of martial arts.

Although I don't know if this answer is correct, in the last few years of the "Flying Eagle", this grandmaster master reorganized the martial arts of his "Eagle Transformation Thirteen Styles" combined with the "Nine Transformations of Condensation" mental method, and finally condensed it into the Eagle Claw Trick of the Nine Styles of Internal and External Cultivation, named "Nine Victories of the Divine Eagle", and passed it on to several of his henchmen.

After the Mongols rose in the steppe, this set of Tiele people's peerless learning gradually disappeared, but at this moment, it appeared under the claws of Ling Huisi, the prefect of the Song Kingdom.

Knowing the terrible nature of this set of martial arts, Zhao Fan was naturally unwilling to let the other party test the power of this move on himself. In addition, more importantly, Zhao Fan did not believe in Ling Huisi's character at all.

A sect like the Blood Knife Sect, which mainly focuses on knife moves, has never been very enthusiastic about the matter of quenching the poison of the blade, so exchanging injuries with them is actually a good deal with low risk and guaranteed profits. But with a guy like Ling Weisi who has no bottom line, Zhao Fan dares to bet with his head that on the other party's pair of eagle talons, there is a poison that seals his throat with blood, maybe it is the "Golden Wave Flower" known as the "No. 1 Strange Poison"!

In this case, only people with a hole in their brains will be willing to use their bodies to take over the other party's poisonous claws. Therefore, as soon as he saw Ling Huisi make a move, Zhao Fan did not hesitate to retreat again and again, just by virtue of his body technique, he continued to kill and injure the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, and the battlefield once again reached an equilibrium here!

All of a sudden, in the open area in front of Tianning Temple, more than a dozen martial arts masters who are usually enough to move one side actually appeared in four groups of indistinguishable battles under the fight against each other.

Xi Qiuya to the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Iron hands against the four evil gods.

Zhao Fan thought about Ling Huisi and the Blood Knife Monk.

Mei Niansheng to three apprentices.

Each of these masters and strong men who can open a mountain and establish a faction in the local area and enjoy a great name are gathered on this small territory at this moment, and it is difficult to solve the problem. Under the sweep of the fist wind and sword qi without any scruples, the members of the Longsha Gang who were knocked to the ground by Tie Shou and others one step ahead of the others suddenly fell into blood mold, and were unscrupulously affected and killed by these masters, and in a short time, this land had turned into a sea of Shura blood. Even if some of the gang struggled to get up, they didn't dare to approach these terrifying killing gods who fought to the point of red eyes, and they didn't hesitate to retreat one by one, supporting each other, trying to escape from this hell of death.

However, the small wishes of these guys are probably destined to be unfulfillable.

Just as the blood was permeating, without anyone noticing, another strange fishy smell also quietly spread under the cover of the smell of blood.

The first to notice the change were these Longsha gangs who were bent on fleeing for their lives.

Soon after inhaling the "fishy breath", they turned purple one by one, foaming at the mouth of their hands and feet, and fell down one after another, and there was no sound ever since.

Such a change naturally made many masters in the battle vigilant, and they all stopped fighting.

When they observed the battlefield, the powerhouses were stunned to find that between the blood and qi that was permeating the field, a faint red blood mist had floated up at some point. As soon as they submerged and self-examined, everyone present changed their faces drastically in an instant, just because they suddenly found that they had been poisoned unconsciously!

"Who is it?!Who dares to interfere with Lao Tzu's knife duel?!"

Just as he and Xi Qiuya were fighting, the Blood Knife Ancestor was interrupted, and he couldn't help but be angry for a while.

However, he shouted angrily, but instead of an answer, he just laughed lightly.

"Dare? Do you need guts to teach you brainless things?"

The cold old voice mixed with infinite anger seemed to sound in the open space in front of the temple, and then, the main hall of Tianning Temple, which was already in ruins, suddenly flew open with a "boom" in a strong force, revealing the big Buddha in the hall, as well as the figure on the head of the big Buddha.

It was an old monk in a fierce face with a fierce face, holding a thin girl with yellow hair at the moment, trampling the Buddha under his feet without reverence, as if he was wordlessly declaring, between heaven and earth, respect me!

At his feet, two old men with the same hatred on their faces were standing on the laps of the Buddha, one left and one right, looking like attendants in front of the Buddha. However, at the same time as seeing the two of them, Ling Huisi and the Blood Knife Ancestor were both shocked, followed by the Blood Knife Ancestor's uncontrollable terrifying anger.

"Wen Fangda, Wen Fangshan! It's you two dead leftovers!"

Shocked to see the enemy who killed his apprentice, the Blood Knife Ancestor swung his knife angrily, and under the angry slashing of the knife, the big tree on the side was suddenly cut in half.

But he was angry, and there were people who were even angrier than he was.

Seeing that the ancestor of the blood knife swung his knife in anger, the old monk standing on the top of the Buddha statue couldn't help but snort angrily, and he also waved his palm out of the air, which was like a demonstration, and smashed the copper incense burner in front of the hall.

"Hmph!," the old monk sneered, "In front of the old man, do you still want to commit murder?"

"Tell you the truth, you bald donkey and that Ling Huisi, don't even think about leaving this place today! In addition, everyone standing here now must also be buried by the Wen family of the Chess Immortal Sect!"

"Lest you come to Hades and tell who killed you, the old man will tell you with great mercy. The old man's common surname is Wen, his name is Dacheng, he was originally a disciple of the Wen family who was a 'time-honored brand', and later became a monk, and now his legal name is 'Da Anger'!"

As soon as the words came out, the masters present frowned, only to feel that this old man was afraid that there was something wrong with his brain, and he dared to say so loudly, saying that he would kill so many strong people.

However, among the crowds, there was one person who did not doubt the old monk's words, but his eyes widened in horror.

This person is, of course, Zhao Fan!

Others have never heard the name of "Da Anger", so naturally they don't know how terrible this old monk is. But with the only scaly shadow found in the "original book" of the novel, Zhao Fan clearly knew that in addition to his real name and legal name, this old monk also had a more thunderous name, as long as he heard this name, no one in the rivers and lakes could be indifferent to it.

The name is -

"Poison Hand Medicine King!!" (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)