Liang Yan endured the severe pain and kept thinking.
Seeing that the fixed light sword was about to attack again, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, which he had been carrying behind his back, and pointed at Zhuo Bufan.
I saw him pointing his fingers together into swords, and a blue lightning burst out from his fingertips, whizzing towards Zhuo Bufan. It was his "Thunder Training Technique" that he had mastered to a small degree!
There was no color on Zhuo Bufan's face at all. He stretched out his hand and touched the Dingguang Sword, and then performed the Sword Technique.
I saw the sword of fixed light spinning rapidly in the air with the hilt as the center of the circle, and wisps of moonlight flowed out, turning into a full moon!
The full moon stood in front of Zhuo Bufan, and the thunder and lightning from the thunder technique came suddenly and hit the full moon transformed by the Dingguang Sword, making a loud noise. Then the thunder and lightning dissipated, but the full moon was still floating in the air, emitting
Emit silvery white light.
This fixed light sword was given by Zhuo Bufan's uncle. On weekdays, it can absorb the power of the moonlight and use it for one's own use. When fighting with others, it can cut gold and break stones when advancing, and guard a side when retreating. It is really a rare treasure.
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Although the thunder technique produced by the thunder technique is the power of heaven, firstly, Liang Yan has only cultivated to a small level, and secondly, it is just ordinary thunder caused by spiritual power. It is not the famous divine thunder in the world at all, so it naturally cannot break Zhuo Zhuo.
The extraordinary sword of moonlight.
However, Liang Yan didn't expect this blow to hurt the enemy at all. The moment he shot out the thunder energy, he stepped on the ground with both feet and ran towards Zhuo Bufan. At the same time, the golden light in his right hand made a fist and struck him.
, it is exactly the "one punch phase" of Hunhun Kung Fu.
Liang Yan's Hungry Kung Fu has reached the entry-level level. As the saying goes, the image comes from the mind. He no longer needs to make any gestures and can exert the power of the Dharma image with just a few movements of his hands and feet.
Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes, changed the sword technique in his hand, and pointed his finger towards Liang Yan.
The full moon in mid-air instantly dissipated and turned into a wisp of silvery moonlight again, leaving an afterimage on the spot and shooting towards Liang Yan.
The golden light on Liang Yan's right hand remained unchanged, and he still attacked Zhuo Bufan with a "punch gesture". At the same time, he turned slightly sideways, and the light blue light on his left hand flowed, drawing a circle in front of him.
The fixed light sword was extremely fast, and it was in front of Liang Yan in an instant, piercing directly into the blue stream of light in front of him.
The blue stream of light was like a chicken or a dog, being scattered by one blow. The fixed light sword only paused for a moment, then illuminated the moonlight again, and stabbed forward.
"What!"
Liang Yan was shocked. He had been practicing the "Undecided Mind Technique" for a long time, and he had mastered this movement-dispersing technique. In the past, when he faced the enemy, no matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, as long as he neutralized the aura and edge, the power would be the same.
If you want to make a big discount, this method can be said to be tried and tested.
When he used it now, he didn't expect to completely neutralize the sword's power. He just wanted to hinder it slightly so as to avoid his own vital points. Who knew that this flying sword was so powerful that it could break through the magic with the sword and use his Confucianism spiritual power?
Hit to pieces.
However, although Liang Yan was frightened, he twisted his waist in mid-air and assumed a strange posture, barely giving way to a vital position. At the same time, his right hand was still full of golden light, and he attacked Zhuo Bufan with a "punch phase".
He now fully understands the power of the sword cultivator, and also knows that its attack range is extremely wide. Within ten feet, it is a sure-kill distance. If he wants to win a chance of survival, he can only fight with him at close range, regardless of his own safety.
"Pfft!"
The Dingguang Sword slashed across his left chest, leaving a long and narrow wound, and the sound of broken ribs could be faintly heard. Liang Yan gritted his teeth and endured, then came to Zhuo Bufan and punched him with his right fist.
Zhuo Bufan's expression changed slightly, he reached out and threw out a bronze mirror from his storage bag.
The bronze mirror was stained with rust, and the surface of the mirror was even more turbid. It looked like it was old and could no longer reflect anything. However, the bronze mirror flew into the air, spun around, and a giant black mirror stretched out from the mirror.
He also made a fist with his hand and punched it forward.
boom!
The two fists met and made a loud noise.
I saw Liang Yan's right hand glowing with golden light, advancing unscathed, while the giant black hand was like a dead tree, broken every inch. Finally, Liang Yan punched the mirror, and the bronze mirror was broken into pieces.
Scattered all over the place.
However, the energy of Liang Yan's punch had been exhausted. Zhuo Bufan took the opportunity to tap his toes and retreated. The distance that he had finally closed was pulled apart again.
"Who is your kid? You can actually practice both Buddhism and Confucianism at the same time?" Zhuo Bufan looked surprised, and he was no longer as calm and calm as before.
However, Liang Yan had no intention of answering. He held back the heartbreaking pain in his chest and rushed towards him again.
"Humph, it doesn't matter if you don't answer!" Zhuo Bufan said with a stern look on his face: "Wait until I kill you, and then I will slowly study your secrets!"
He said, pinching the sword technique in his hand, trying to recall the fixed light sword to defend against the enemy.
Unexpectedly, when Liang Yan was halfway running, he suddenly jumped up and threw himself towards the recalled Dingguang Sword.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Zhuo Bufan's face turned stern, and the sword formula in his hand changed. The fixed light sword in mid-air also changed into a thorn, and he stabbed towards Liang Yan.
Liang Yan's whole body glowed with golden light, he pushed his gangster skills to the extreme, and faced the Dingguang Sword with his right fist, actually trying to catch the sword forcefully!
Seeing that the fist and the sword were about to intersect, he suddenly raised his left hand, and a small mahogany box flew out from his sleeve.
The small wooden box exploded in mid-air and turned into red clouds all over the sky. But the next moment the red clouds dissipated, and thousands of fiery red flying needles were fired towards Zhuo Bufan.
The sword cultivator focused on practicing swordsmanship, and eighty-nine percent of his magical powers were based on this flying sword. Liang Yan knew that if his flying sword was at his side, it would be impossible to hurt him at all, so he could only use it to attack when he used the flying sword.
This is when its defenses are at their weakest.
He had already risked serious injuries and destroyed his protective spiritual weapon the previous time in order to deliver a sure-kill blow at this time.
Liang Yan roared angrily and punched the Dingguang Sword. The Dingguang Sword glowed with cold light and struck him mercilessly.
"Pfft!"
The fixed light sword broke through the heavy golden light, pierced through his right fist, and passed out from his right shoulder. Liang Yan groaned, and the blood in his arm exploded. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but scream, and fell from the air.
And down.
However, the Dingguang Sword was blocked by him, and it was already too late to rush back to the savior. Thousands of red needles had already arrived in front of Zhuo Bufan. He had a look of panic on his face and quickly backed away, but how could he outrun the flying needles?
?
Seeing that Zhuo Bufan was about to die, a white worm suddenly emerged from the skin of his chest. This worm had no eyes, nose, or ears, and only had a mouth. It looked quite scary.
It rushed out of Zhuo Bufan's chest, flew into the air and squeaked. The red needles all over the sky were possessed by someone who didn't know what possessed them. They suddenly changed their directions and shot towards the worm, and in the blink of an eye, they shot it into pieces.
A hedgehog.
The worm fell from mid-air, rolled on the ground, screamed a few times, and then stopped moving.
At this time, Zhuo Bufan's face was pale, the Confucian scarf on his head was long gone, his long hair was disheveled, his legs were trembling, and he seemed to be unable to stand still.
The most bizarre thing is that his cultivation, which was at the peak of the seventh level of Qi training, has dropped to the fifth level of Qi training, and his aura is extremely unstable, and it seems that it will drop again at any time.
"What a good Junior Brother Liang!"
Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't expect that I underestimated you before, and actually destroyed the 'Tribulation Gu' I cultivated with my own essence and blood, causing the poison to backfire on me!"
Liang Yan was lying on the ground at this time, not even having the strength to stand up. He stared blankly at Zhuo Bufan for a moment, and despair surged in his heart.
"What kind of magic is that? There is absolutely no such secret skill in Yixing Pavilion Sect!" This was the last question Liang Yan thought of.
However, Zhuo Bufan obviously had no intention of answering. He held a sword formula in his hand and the fixed light sword roared, as if he was impatient to avenge his master.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the empty square,
"Well"
The sound was very strange, as if it was directly imprinted on the two people's minds. It sounded like someone had just woken up and stretched in the dark.
Zhuo Bufan looked alert and shouted loudly: "Who is it!"
who is who who is who
The square was empty, no one answered, there were only extraordinary echoes.
Zhuo Bufan looked panicked, but Liang Yan looked weird.
The moment the voice sounded, the fanatical desire that he had suppressed in his heart gradually emerged again, and this time was unusual. No matter how he used the technique, he could not suppress it.
"kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
It was as if ten thousand people were whispering and chattering in his ears.
Liang Yan was startled, and when he suddenly looked back, he saw many people surrounding him. These people were men, women, old and young. They all had evil looks on their faces and stretched out their right hands to shake Liang Yan's right hand.
Liang Yan's already disabled right hand was dragged up slowly by them. When he lowered his head and looked down, he was shocked to realize that he was holding a bloody butcher knife on his right hand!
