Chapter 2310 one bang, then decline and three exhaustion
Chapter 2310: Make great efforts at one go, then fail again and again.
"It's a disciple of Jiange!"
"The one at the front is Lin Fan, I recognize him!"
"I didn't expect him to dare to come."
"Haha, you are worthy of being a disciple of my Jiange! Come on, junior brother Lin Fan, and defeat Wu Dalang!"
"I heard you farting, and I didn't even look at the difference in cultivation between the two sides. Senior Brother Wu Dalang will win and brutally brutalize that guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!"
"..."
With the arrival of Lin Fan and others, the scene once again erupted into a climax of debate.
Lin Fan came with fluttering white clothes and a sword. Behind him were the other senior brothers and sisters of the Thirteenth Hall. Except for the senior senior brother Ye Lingyun, who had a deep understanding and was in retreat, everyone else was present.
Although the battle was going on, Lin Fan didn't seem nervous at all, with a relaxed expression, a smile, and a restrained demeanor. If he hadn't come with a sword, everyone would have thought that he was an ordinary person with no cultivation.
"Lin Fan, you are finally here."
Wu Dalang slowly straightened his legs and stood on the fighting platform with both feet. He looked up at Lin Fan with a bright light in his eyes, "Let's fight!"
After finishing his words, Wu Dalang stretched out his right hand and shook it violently.
The black sword "Fierce Ba" fell into his hands and released an astonishing sword intent.
Extremely domineering, like a wild beast.
Lin Fan landed lightly on the fighting platform. Facing Wu Dalang's fierce momentum, his face did not change and his heart did not beat. He said calmly: "You and I have an appointment to fight at noon, and the time has not yet arrived, why are you in a hurry?
?”
"Hmph!" Wu Dalang snorted coldly and said, "Sooner or later you will lose anyway, but I also understand you. It only takes a while if you can delay it, hahaha!"
After saying that, Wu Dalang put away his knife and calmed down his momentum.
Lin Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Wu Dalang, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Everyone in the audience fell silent, waiting for the show to begin.
The disciples of the Thirteenth Hall also found a place and quietly waited for the battle to begin.
"Junior brother, you must win." Chu Ling'er looked at Lin Fan on the battlefield and clenched her fists tightly.
"Don't worry, junior brother, he must have a secret card that no one knows about. Perhaps, it is possible for him to defeat Wu Dalang." Mu Tianhan said softly.
At this time, Lin Fan suddenly moved on the battlefield.
"Whoa!"
Wu Dalang instantly used his long sword again, his sword intent and fighting spirit surged up, setting off a frenzy on the battlefield.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Lin Fan blinked and looked at Wu Dalang in surprise.
Wu Dalang frowned and asked, "Aren't you going to start a fight?"
Lin Fan sighed, pointed to the sky and said: "The time has not yet come, you are so frizzy, what do you look like? I was just tired from standing, so I just stretched my body, I think I scared you."
As he said this, Lin Fan really stretched himself.
"You!..." Wu Dalang may have felt that he was being teased, his face suddenly darkened, he slammed the black knife on the ground with a clang, looked at Lin Fan fiercely, and gritted his teeth.
, "Let you show off your power of words. The fight will officially begin later. I hope your strength is half as powerful as your mouth!"
"No need to worry about it." Lin Fan smiled.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the audience.
Regardless of the outcome of this duel, at least so far, Lin Fan has the upper hand.
Of course, everyone knows that such a verbal advantage is illusory. Who can have the last laugh depends on what happens after the actual fight begins.
"Hahaha, I like Junior Brother Lin Fan's character." Lotte said with a smile in the east stand, "Look at Wu Dalang's face, how stinky he is."
"Hmph!" The true disciple standing at the front snorted coldly and said lightly, "It's all flashy and fancy. I don't know what it means. Are all young people today like this?"
Lotte, Mo Wentian and others were a little strange.
From the beginning, this true senior brother showed various dissatisfaction towards Lin Fan.
Logically speaking, he and Lin Fan have never met, so where is the grudge?
Moreover, they are all disciples of Jiange, so logically they should support Lin Fan.
But the attitude of this true successor is indeed very strange.
However, Mo Wentian and the others did not ask in detail.
After all, there is still a big gap in identity.
Somewhere in the void, a figure stared at the battle platform and murmured to himself: "Haha, what an interesting boy, not only did he see through the sword energy hidden deep in the Sky Burial Sword Box, but he actually subdued two of them. This duel
, there is a good show to watch.”
If Lin Fan saw him, he would definitely recognize that the broken sword box was bought from this person.
Profiteer Liu Banshan!
It is not difficult to guess from Liu Banshan's words that he knows that there is sword energy in the sword box, and he also knows that the sword box is called the "Sword Burial Box". It seems that he knows more about the sword box than Lin
Fan Du is much taller, but why would he dispose of it as waste?
This matter is quite intriguing.
However, Lin Fan didn't know this situation, and his attention was focused on Wu Dalang.
Because noon has arrived.
The war is about to begin.
"Lin Fan! Noon has arrived, let me see what other excuses you can come up with!" Wu Dalang's black knife was in his hand, and the blade was pointed directly at Lin Fan, his momentum rising to the sky.
Lin Fan grinned at Wu Dalang, then disappeared in a flash.
"Well done!"
Instead of panicking, Wu Dalang had a sinister smile on his face. He held the long knife with both hands and slashed forward.
A sharp whistling sound resounded.
A jet-black sword slashed out with a roar.
A figure could be vaguely seen flickering out to the side, then tapping the ground with his toes, he rushed towards Wudalang from the side.
The evil power of the devil is already at hand.
The purple light is strong and the demonic energy surges.
Lin Fan struck Wu Dalang with a fierce sword strike.
Wu Dalang also moved very quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the long knife swept out.
There was an explosion of "dang" and the swords collided.
Lin Fan retreated directly.
Wu Dalang, on the other hand, stood firmly on the spot without moving at all.
Judging from this battle alone, Wu Talang has the upper hand.
But Lin Fan didn't think so.
Although he was the one who retreated after the duel, his retreating action had completely neutralized Wu Dalang's strength.
On the other hand, Wu Dalang actually forced himself to stay still, and it seemed as if he was as stable as a mountain. But in fact, he only felt the pain in doing so.
Logically speaking, Wu Talang should not be so miserable.
And the reason why this happened was because Lin Fan had some thoughts.
As the saying goes, "If you work hard at one moment, you will be exhausted again and again."
Just now, Wu Dalang tried to fight Lin Fan twice with full momentum, but was rejected by Lin Fan because the time was not up. Originally, this was not a big deal, but when masters fight against each other, in addition to hard power,
Momentum is also a very important influencing factor.
Those two invitations to fight failed, which greatly affected Wu Dalang's momentum.
But Wu Talang didn't care.
However, it is precisely because of this that the strength gap between the two has been shortened a lot.
Wu Dalang seemed to have realized something was wrong at this moment. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "What a deep-thinking bitch! However, if you think that you can win with such small means, then you
That’s too naive!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Dalang raised his long sword upside down and ran wildly towards Lin Fan.
With Lin Fan's sword in hand, he immediately burst into full form.
Thirty-two curses of blood evil and madness were directly superimposed.
The divine conch wave struck out silently.
At the same time, Lin Fan swung his sword with his right hand and slashed out a red sword energy.
The palm of his left hand came out, and the Taihuangtian Palm roared out.
The vertical eyes between his brows suddenly appeared, and the Hongmeng Nirvana Demon Eyes with a destructive aura burst towards Wu Dalang.