There was a "clang".

Dongfeng Duxiu's long sword fell to the ground, and the sword light was weak, like a dejected chicken that had been defeated.

Yang Fan stood proudly, with his sword energy turbulent, and seemed to be completely unaffected. Compared with this, Dongfeng Duxiu's face turned pale and his wrists trembled slightly.

"What kind of sword technique are you?"

Dongfeng Duxiu spoke in difficulty. This was the first time she had encountered such a terrifying sword technique. Even if she failed, she would have to lose clearly.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Fan ignored Dongfeng Duxiu's question and rushed over with a sword, wanting to directly take Dongfeng Duxiu's life. After all, there are tens of thousands of experience values, so he is reluctant to let it go.

"you……"

Dongfeng Duxiu was frightened and furious. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan was so murderous and did not give her any chance to breathe.

Her bracelet emits a golden halo, which was a magic weapon that blocked Yang Fan's heavy sword attack, but she was still knocked out and knocked down the exterior wall of a restaurant.

Yang Fan came again with his sword and chased him. The ugly monster had 30,000 experience points after killing him. He finally got disabled and could not let him go.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, Chen Jianan took action, and a sword light repelled Yang Fan and blocked Dongfeng Duxiu.

"Fellow Daoist is a bit too much. Just win, forget it, and still want to kill everyone?"

Chen Jianan looked at Yang Fan with a serious look on his face. First, he did not like Yang Fan's style. Second, he wanted to show it in front of Dongfeng Duxiu, so he wanted to teach Yang Fan a lesson.

"You want to fight too, right?"

Yang Fan pointed at Chen Jianan with his sword, without any fear. He knew that he was another master in the City Lord's Mansion. If you want to fight, I will fight.

"You are not my opponent. Although you are in the Golden Pill stage, you have not yet cultivated the Dharma image."

Chen Jianan shook his head with disdain, saying that he had already practiced the Dharma image and could easily defeat Yang Fan.

"If you want to fight, fight, go away if you don't fight, stop pretending in front of me!"

Seeing Chen Jianan's attitude as a master, Yang Fan was disgusting. You pretend you were numb, like a ghost, you want to fight but don't fight. If you don't fight, you will be there again and you will be competing. I really want to kill you with one knife!

Yu Kaihui and Zhu Zhimo were quite surprised. Unexpectedly, someone dared to speak like this to Senior Brother Chen Jianan. You know, even in Taiqing Sect, those disciples would be respectful when they saw him.

Chen Jianan was scolded like this and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He said to Yang Fan coldly: "Don't think that if you defeat a Jindan stage, you are invincible in the Jindan stage! Since you are so warlike, I don't mind coming to play two moves with you!"

Chen Jianan drew out his long sword, flicked it lightly, and made a "buzzing" sound. This was a good sword, the top-grade Xuan level, and he was almost catching up with the Earth level.

Yang Fan smiled disdainfully, then bounced the sword in his hand, making a louder "buzzing..." Chen Jianan's face changed, and some sharp-eyed people also recognized it. The sword in the young man's hand turned out to be a ground-level spiritual sword!

The spirit sword level was suppressed. Before he could beat him, Chen Jianan's momentum became weaker, which was not a good sign.

Chen Jianan drew a circle in the air with his sword, and there were gradually slight fluctuations in the circle spreading to the surroundings. At the same time, Chen Jianan's momentum was also rising.

In the air, it seems to give people a feeling of rippling water.

For some reason, many people remembered a poem: August Lake level, the level of the emptiness and the clearness of the emptiness!

"Let you see the Taiqing sword technique of our sect!"

Chen Jianan said, and began to move. He waved his arms and wrists and cut out sword waves.

These sword waves are like ripples on the water surface, slowly, but they will definitely arrive. No matter where Yang Fan hides, he cannot avoid it.

Yang Fan never thought about hiding, so he slashed it with a sword!

"when--"

When they met the sword wave, they made a crisp and powerful sound. The sword wave did not seem to be threatening, but the power contained in it exceeded everyone's imagination.

"Dangdangdang--"

Yang Fan took a few sword waves and couldn't help but retreat more than ten meters.

This Taiqing sword technique is a bit weird, soft and hard, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. The key is that Chen Jianan is far away from him, and he can't even touch Chen Jianan, but Chen Jianan can use the air to emit sword waves to hurt him.

It seems that Chen Jianan is the center of the ripples on the water surface. Anyone who wants to get close to him will be pushed away by the rippling waves.

Chen Jianan was invincible in this kind of sword technique and wanted to crack it unless he had overwhelming power to break the calmness of the water surface.

"But you can't beat me like this, right?"

Yang Fan received forty or fifty sword waves. Although he was indeed a defensive, the attack of Taiqing's sword technique was not a masculine type, and he could not defeat Yang Fan in a short time and could only consume it slowly.

Chen Jianan was also helpless about this. The nature of Taiqing sword technique cannot be solved by just a few tricks. He had to fight slowly like Tai Chi. Faced with Yang Fan's ridicule, he could not refute it.

However, he decided to let Yang Fan see the power of the Golden Pill Dharma Image and sacrifice the Golden Pill Dharma Image, which should be able to defeat Yang Fan quickly.

"Since you are so eager to lose, let you see my Dharma image!"

Chen Jianan said, and began to quickly mobilize the spiritual power in his body. Soon, a strange scene appeared behind him.

"This is……"

Even Yang Fan was a little shocked. A water covered with clouds suddenly appeared behind Chen Jianan, with a diameter of one mile. Chen Jianan seemed to be in the mist.

"What kind of Dharma image is this?"

Ali couldn't help but worry about Yang Fan. The difference in strength between the Jindan monks has the Dharma image and the lack of Dharma image is too big.

"Here, my senior brother finally manifested his Dharma image: Qi steeped in Yunmengze!"

"As soon as this Dharma image comes out, senior brother will be invincible!"

Yu Kaihui and Zhu Zhimo were envious of this. This is the high-level Dharma-Shaped Qi of Yunmeng Ze.

That water area perfectly matches Taiqing sword technique, and the rich clouds and mist are all spiritual.

With the blessing of the Qi Steamed Yunmeng Ze Dharma Image, Chen Jianan's Taiqing Sword Technique will be several times more powerful, and his cultivation level will also be improved by three small realms due to the abundant spiritual energy, and he will not face the problem of spiritual power exhaustion.

"Now, I can defeat you with just one sword. If you are willing to apologize to Dongfeng Duxiu, I can spare you."

Chen Jianan was in the Dharma image, as if the heaven and earth were all under his control, as if a sword could determine Yang Fan's fate.

"Haha, apologize? Are you worthy?"

"You dare to show off in front of me even if you have a ** Dharma image?"

"Look at me killing you with one sword!"

"The second style of the Nine Death Sword Technique: Since ancient times, no one has died. I wish to be a shocking geese to see the sun and the moon!"

Yang Fan suddenly turned into a shocked sword and stabbed Chen Jianan with a calm mind!

If you take life and death indifferently, do it if you don’t accept it!

If the light emitted by Jinghong's sword can be seen by the sun and the moon, it will be worth it!
Chapter completed!