Excalibur Invincible System

Chapter 39: Cold Autumn Sword

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Mo Han was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Extremely arrogant, this old man has practiced swordsmanship for 61 years, if I can't kill you little boy today, I will kill myself on the spot!"

"You don't need to kill yourself, I will kill you naturally, don't you go with the other one." Yang Fan pointed to the Sixth Elder standing aside.

"If we go together, I will go faster."

Yang Fan said calmly, until this moment, all the disciples of the Nancheng Sword Sect knew how arrogant this Yang Fan was. Elder Mo Han had already made a move, and even said that he would add a sixth elder.

If one sixth elder is not enough, then do we need to add more than 200 disciples present!
From the very beginning, this silent boy had such courage and determination.

In front of hundreds of enemies, just say it together!

"Death is imminent, your mouth is crazy enough, you will fall under my sword later, let's see how crazy you are!" Mo Han glanced at the sixth elder, came back to his senses, and found that the army's morale had been shaken, this Yang Fan In a few words, the momentum of the large number of people was directly disintegrated, which is really terrible!
It is not too late, we must act as soon as possible to kill this son, otherwise, it will be extremely unfavorable for me to continue to delay.

Han Qiujian!
Mo Han pulled out the sword in his hand, and immediately brought a sense of coolness only in autumn in this hot summer.

This is definitely a high-level sword.

Before the sword was drawn, the momentum had already changed, and the breath between the heaven and the earth continued to gather, as if at this moment, everyone around disappeared, leaving only Yang Fan, Mo Han in front of him, and the Han Qiu sword in Mo Han's hand.

"Yang Fan, your time of death has arrived!"

Mo Han said coldly, these words seemed to gather into a sharp sword, and charged towards Yang Fan, this Mo Han's strength was the strongest Yang Fan had ever seen, even some level 3 monsters were not enough for Mo Han so powerful.

Just one sentence gathered into sword energy, Yang Fan was slightly shocked, but at this second, he didn't hesitate at all.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, Yang Fan must not be sloppy at all, because Yang Fan knows that such a master of swordsman may kill himself at any time!

"Overlord Possession!"

The only way is to kill the opponent before that!

boom----

A terrifying and domineering aura erupted from Yang Fan's body, and the soaring momentum seemed to condense into an ancient overlord in the sky above Yang Fan.

Head to the sky, feet to the ground.

The domineering spirit is fully displayed, and the silver epee in his hand seems to have become a giant ax that opened up the world, controlling the domineering spirit of the world.

"This kid's strength is weird, and he must be resolved quickly!"

Mo Han thought in his heart, the muddy eyes became bright and flickering at this moment.

The sword art in the body has reached its peak state.

boom----

All the huge sword energy poured into the Han Qiu sword in his hand.

"Silence Ecstasy Sword!"

With a swing of the sword, the sky and the earth were eclipsed, as if they lost their color at this moment, and everything in front of them was unfolded like a canvas, and some disciples who were a little closer felt as if they fainted.

This is just the aftermath of the sword. If he faced the sword head-on, his whole body would have already collapsed.

"The power of this sword is approaching perfection. It's really a terrifying talent..."

The Sixth Elder stared at the sword. Just now, even he felt lost. If he attacked head-on, the chance of him surviving would be very small!
Yang Fan seemed to be blinded at that moment, and froze in place, his whole soul seemed to be sucked away by the Han Qiu sword.

Seeing this, Mo Han also sneered in his heart. He didn't know how many masters died under his sword. How could a little Yang Fan be his opponent.

However, when Mo Han was about to stab Yang Fan's body, the latter's eyes suddenly opened, there was no loss of consciousness in his eyes, only the long-awaited conspiracy!

"not good!"

Mo Han's heart suddenly felt a sense of crisis, Yang Fan was actually waiting for him to approach on purpose, but this sword, the general situation has been brewing, if you can't break this sword, you still have to die!
"The sword splits the mountains and rivers."

This move has been performed no less than a hundred times, and he has already mastered it in his hands. Even the power of this sword has been improved by Yang Fan's proficiency, and the attack power has increased to 1700.

boom----

With a single swing of the sword, mountains and rivers shattered!

"No...impossible..."

This sword hit Han Qiujian. In Mo Han's eyes, Han Qiujian was breaking and turning into fragments. Right in front of his own eyes, it was breaking apart little by little. At this moment, Mo Han seemed to be It was a piercing pain.

"Do not……"

But no matter how helplessly he shouted, it was not enough to call back the broken Han Qiu sword.

"Ding—the durability of the silver epee has decreased by 10, and the current durability is 80."

Yang Fan was unmoved, and there was only a look of indifference in his eyes. Although the silver epee was damaged, the Hanqiu sword was also directly shattered into pieces.

So far, there have only been two occasions where the durability of his sword has decreased. The first time was when Li Xilei faced the sword, and the durability decreased, but Lin Xilei's sword was not in good condition either.

This time, the Han Qiu sword was also shattered into pieces.

However, this durability can also be repaired with soul points, but the price is relatively expensive. A little durability requires 100 points of soul points to restore. For now, Yang Fan does not want to spend soul points here.

"puff!"

Elder Mo Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees powerlessly on the ground. With the shattering of the Han Qiu sword, this strong swordsman has completely become a useless person.

The sword is in the man, the sword is dead and the man is dead!
"Three elders!"

The Sixth Elder hurriedly exclaimed, and then saw Yang Fan raise the silver epee in his hand.

"Who... are you..."

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then said, "My name is Yang Fan, and I'm just an ordinary person."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fan held up the silver epee in his hand, and was about to drop it.

"Yang Fan, how dare you!"

The Sixth Elder shouted loudly at the edge, and with a bang, he drew out his own sword.

Bass ---

The sound of drawing swords in unison sounded, and more than 200 disciples pulled out their swords at the same time. The blades were facing Yang Fan. With just one order, these disciples would rush out and tear Yang Fan to pieces.

"Let the third elder go, and I will let you go!"

Yang Fan glanced at the Sixth Elder, a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then the silver epee in his hand fell down with a bang.

bang——

Blood flew, and Elder Mo Han's body fell straight down!

"you!"

The Sixth Elder gasped and stared angrily.

The fist in the hand is also clenched.

"All disciples listen to the order and kill me!!!"

(End of this chapter)