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Chapter 722 What Rhythm

The fists and swords collided with each other, and white light continued to flash from between the fists and swords. The two forces compressed and confronted, and suddenly burst out from the collision, pushing away in all directions.

Young Master Jin let out a terrible roar, and behind him floated the phantom of a huge golden behemoth with a green face and fangs. His power suddenly soared, and he was crushed by his punches, filled with black smoke His long sword trembled violently, and finally turned into black smoke, disappearing invisible.

Zhang Fan's figure was rushing towards him.

Young Master Jin smiled faintly: "It's too late."

Any spell has a casting distance, if it is too far away, it will be out of reach.He observed for a long time, and found that Zhang Fan's realm was actually only at the peak of the eighth rank, but his magic power was extremely abnormal, and his sword art was also extremely sharp, but his realm was indeed only at the eighth rank.

The effective distance of the eighth stage is the limit that the spiritual consciousness can cover, and now, the distance between them is ten miles away.

This distance has reached the distance of Dzogchen consciousness.It is impossible to reach the distance of ten miles without going through the great catastrophe that contains the attack of spiritual consciousness.Even if you have the secret method of cultivating divine consciousness in ancient times, you can't do it.

So, he is very confident!
"The holy fruit is mine..."

Stretching out a hand to grab the Holy Fruit in his hand, at this moment, his heart couldn't help beating excitedly.

With this sacred fruit, one's own strength will definitely skyrocket for a catastrophe.

"Are you sure?"

Zhang Fan smiled faintly, suspended in the air and stopped chasing him, but saw his hand stretched out indifferently, uttering strange words in his mouth, and curling his spread fingers: "Wind and Thunder Sacrifice Sword!"

Above the sky, the power of darkness between the heaven and the earth gathered from all directions. Looking at it from a distance, there was nothing unusual about it. After a while, there was a sound of asking and asking in the sky.

Suddenly, a sword flew from the sky, as if shot from ancient times, with unparalleled speed, it was clearly far away in the sky, but it was close at hand.

Young Master Jin's eyes widened in horror, but it was too late, he had no time to react, no time to think, just like Shi Tianlong, he was nailed to the holy tree with a whoosh.

"How, how is it possible?"

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"You are clearly ten miles away!"

No matter how powerful the spell is, it is useless if it is not within the attack range. How can this sword formula be so heaven-defying? The spell needs to be controlled by divine sense.

But how could he know that because Zhang Fan passed the catastrophe on the second day in an ancient state, the catastrophe at that time contained a spiritual attack, so that his spiritual consciousness had a neck spray after that catastrophe? With the increase of the increase, his current consciousness can cover thirty miles at most.

Suppressed by the wind and thunder sacrificial sword, Young Master Jin's face was twisted in pain, and blood continued to flow from his mouth. He tried hard to hold the holy fruit tightly, but he didn't even have the strength to hold the holy fruit. Looking at his trembling hands, he watched the holy fruit slipping from his hands.

With a bang, Zhang Fan, who was rushed over by All the Way, stretched out his hand to catch it, and took it in his hand.

Seeing this, Young Master Jin lowered his head in despair, and his body gradually turned into energy particles.

Another fairy king died in his hands. In this battle, he killed three fairy kings in a row.

There was dead silence in the field.

But Zhang Fan lowered his head and looked at the holy fruit. The ripe holy fruit was red all over, and it was so bright that it made people's throat sore just looking at it, and they really wanted to take a bite.

Everyone in Liuyunzong looked at Zhang Fan, wondering what he would do with this holy fruit, would he keep it for himself?
Xiao Li and Xiao Ying also looked at each other.

They knew Zhang Fan's background, he didn't really come to Liuyun Sect to be a disciple, if Zhang Fan really wanted to worship the sect, he would definitely worship in one of the top ten sects, and he would never choose a small sect that was dying. They had suspected before that Zhang Fan might have come for the holy fruit.

However, from the point of view of Xiao Li and her brother, although Zhang Fan's behavior is very shameful, but in comparison, they would rather the holy fruit fall into Zhang Fan's hands than those three fairy kings at a disadvantage. After all, Zhang Fan A lifesaver to them.

However, I feel a little uncomfortable when my sect's things are taken away by someone.

Zhang Fan took the sacred fruit and walked towards the elders of Liuyun Sect. Everyone watched him nervously, not knowing what he was going to do.

However, Xiao Xueqing found that Zhang Fan had come straight to her, and she was still staring at Zhang Fan as coldly as before, with even a little anger in her eyes. An ordinary disciple, but he used himself to infiltrate Liuyunzong, and finally took away the holy fruit.

However, this person is too strong, and Liu Yunzong cannot afford to offend him.

Zhang Fan handed out the sacred fruit in his hand: "This... let you eat it."

"what?"

With Xiao Xueqing's icy personality, at this time they all showed extremely surprised expressions. The surrounding Liuyun Sect people, from suzerain Xiao Huangyi, master Liu Jinghong, to ordinary disciples all looked at him in disbelief.

Is the holy fruit handed over like this?

The purpose of Zhang Fan's coming to Liuyunzong is the treasure. If it wasn't for the underworld and to keep his second brother's country, he would not have done it. This has already made him extremely guilty. He will not move this evil thought, so he must return this holy fruit to Liuyunzong.

The Liuyun sect is undoubtedly Xiao Xueqing who is most suitable to eat this sacred fruit. She is the opposite of herself. Raise the realm.

Xiao Li and Xiao Ying looked at Zhang Fan excitedly.At this moment, Zhang Fan's image in their hearts became incomparably taller.

Xiao Huangyi said happily: "You don't want this holy fruit?"

Zhang Fan shook his head: "No!"

Xiao Huangyi looked Zhang Fan up and down, and couldn't help but nodded.

Zhang Fan handed the holy fruit forward, and said to Xiao Xueqing, "Here you are, eat it." He had seen disagreements in Liuyunzong because of the golden core, and he didn't want the holy fruit to fall into a certain party in the end. In the hands of an elder who wanted to attack Dzogchen.

Xiao Xueqing reached out to take the spiritual fruit, and said softly: "Thank you!"

Xiao Xueqing grabbed it unceremoniously.

This holy fruit originally belonged to Liuyun Sect.

Under the eyes of everyone watching, she opened her mouth lightly, and put the sacred fruit that radiated light into the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Xiao Huangyi remembered something and yelled: "No, Zongmen!"

At this time, the Zongmen was being attacked by the Cold Sword Palace, and there should be a raging battle there. Xiao Huangyi ordered: "You stay here and deal with these outsiders, and the other disciples rushed to the Zongmen."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

A group of disciples turned into light and rushed to the sect.

Xiao Huangyi said: "Zhang Xiaofan...can help the sect get out of the crisis?"

Zhang Fan said: "A disciple is duty-bound."

Xiao Huangyi was overjoyed when he heard the words.

"The suzerain and everyone are one step ahead. The disciple just now consumed a lot of spiritual power and needs to adjust his breath a little bit."

"It should be, it should be."

Where is he expending so much, he clearly wanted to stay and look for treasures, Xiao Xueqing took a look at him, turned into a ray of light, and followed the large army to the sect.

After Liuyunzong's disciples captured all the foreign disciples and left, Zhang Fan began to search around beside the sacred tree, but after looking at it for a long time, there was no sign of any treasure.

At this time, the main hall of the Zongmen and the steps were full of corpses, but the disciples of the Cold Sword Sect were much more than those of the Liuyun Sect, and there were traces of burning in many places of the Zongmen, and there were even a few people who risked burning. With black smoke, it can be described as a mess.

But the battle is over.

"It's just like..." Master Liu Jinghong landed beside his wife Wen Wanru: "How about the cold sword sect's mess?"

The teacher's wife Wen Wanru's face was shocked at this time, and she was a little dull: "Monsters, monsters...all were killed."

"Monster? What monster?"

"A monster with scarlet eyes and a body full of fire?"

"What about the monster now?"

"Gone!"

Xiao Xueqing's eyes were fixed, and he remembered the monster he met in the woods that day.

Suzerain Xiao Huangyi said: "No matter what happens, the sect has finally escaped a catastrophe. Everyone, take stock of the casualties in your lineage."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Everyone got busy, Mo Huijuan held Wen Wanru back and said, "You should make arrangements for the matter I mentioned to you earlier."

Wen Wanru said: "Elder Mo is willing to marry me, that's the best thing. What else are we not happy about? It's too late to be happy. I will arrange it after I return to the sect."

(End of this chapter)