Dragon Sovereign

His master is right. Yunluo's sword technique is indeed a teacher, an excellent teacher. Now he fully understands that it's nothingness, so it's still him, the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart.

Because all the sword moves are derived from your heart, and his master's cloud Luo first nine moves are also nihilistic, but why he can use them is still the manipulation of his mind, and the sword in his heart

"ha ha" Zhang Fan screamed, and his dark pupil became extremely frightening, as if there was a terrible sword spirit between his eyes.

In his previous life, he was only a swordsman in terms of identity, but after he understood the first meaning of sword in this world, he was a swordsman, because he was only a swordsman who had just entered the Tao. The second layer of sword meaning makes him a swordsman. At most, the formula has formed an understanding of sword. Now, if he wants to, he can call himself the master of sword, because he has a thorough understanding of sword.

The man looked at Zhang Fan, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then a sneer appeared. The other side said it was the last move, but he didn't feel any strength. On the contrary, in addition to the speed, there was nothing else

it seems that Zhang Fan has reached his own limit, and the bright blue light also came from him His body burst out, his right hand raised, and between the rhythm, the suffocating cold air swept out again.

The people around sighed. In front of absolute strength, it seems that everything is slim.

But Zhang Fan doesn't mean that he has never won the general level. What's not different is that men's martial spirit is a top-level martial spirit. It's hard to see this kind of martial spirit. However, the future growth of anyone who has this kind of martial spirit is extremely impressive.

"Cold soul seal"

the indifferent voice seemed to have no emotion fluctuation, accompanied by the cohesion of the force, a huge imprint instantly condensed and directly suppressed Zhang Fan's body crazily.

Feeling the cold attack of the other party, Zhang Fan swept the sword in his right hand, and the laughter appeared again. Although the pressure was great, there was a free and easy meaning in the laughter.

"Since this sword is nameless, how about I give you a killing God"

"if you have no soul, then I use my ideas to help you shape your soul"

when it comes to the last time, he has an indescribable feeling, free and easy, and all his fierce breath seems to be restrained in an instant. Yes, his realm has been raised to a higher level again.

In ten moves, he suddenly realized that there was a sword in his hand without a sword heart. But this sword was not the second kind of sword meaning. It was formed in an upgrade. If there was a martial spirit in this world, he would create an alternative martial spirit for him. However, this alternative martial spirit was not as magical as the world, but the characteristic of this alternative martial spirit was not so magical This world's martial spirit can have.

The sword is still the ordinary sword, but when Zhang Fan's body drives the sword to rush up, the sword loses a little bit. When it comes to the mark, the sword's sublimation disappears completely, but Zhang Fan's eyes become extremely dazzling.

The right hand spread out, index finger and middle finger together in an instant.

The indifferent voice sounded. Between Zhang Fan's right hand waving, an illusory shadow seemed to emerge from behind Zhang Fan. It was an illusory sword shadow. The sword shadow melted into Zhang Fan's body in less than a second. At this time, he felt, he felt the spirits of the gods and their excitement.

"Although you are here today, your soul will stay in my heart forever. I want to step on the way to the top. The sword points to the sky, and this sword is the gods."

"I created a way to commemorate your disappearance, which is called" how about the gods "

the laughter of Zhang Fan's voice is full of free and uninhibited flavor, but the connotation is overwhelming.

His hand was moved, but it was accompanied by the fierce and fierce breath, which contained three layers of sword meaning. Since he had been granted the title, now he also wanted to renew his name, Tianqian sword Zun

countless sword shadows covered Zhang Fan's whole body. At this moment, Zhang Fan was like a sharp sword without any sound When the right hand pointed on the mark, the long black hair was calm and the robe stirred up in an instant.

"Break"

the indifferent sound, also without the slightest emotional fluctuations, with the words down the moment, Zhang Fan's body penetrated, the opportunity in the next second moment will come to the man's chest, the right hand directly on the man's body, is still no sound, but when Zhang Fan points up, a sharp light swept out of his fingertips, from the left The man's body suddenly passes through, but this place is not the key, after all, this is the competition field.

The energy then converged, Zhang Fan's body fell to the ground, one second may be extremely fierce, but the next second, it completely disappeared, disappeared, as if the fierce breath never appeared in his body.

But at this time, Zhang Fan's face was full of pale, but the dark eyes were full of light and dark excitement.And the man's body trembled, with a look of horror in his eyes. His soul skills collapsed between the waves of the other side. When he touched him, he clearly felt the sharp sword. At this time, he could not help thinking of the strange disappearance of Zhang Fan's sword and his words.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh, looked at the man and said: "you have lost"

"yes, I lost" the man's voice was trembling. This time, Zhang Fan's point on his left arm is a place, but if it's on his chest, neck and eyebrow, the only result is death.

And the people around at the same time, even with a touch of shock, in the end what happened, they did not respond.

"This competition, Zhang Fansheng" after a long time of old voice, this came, although the voice sounds smooth, but if you listen carefully, you can also hear the vibration in the voice.

Zhang Fan appeared a smile on his pale face. He looked at the man and said, "I've given in." Zhang Fan went down step by step. He has entered the top three, but the top three in the knockout competition may not be more powerful than the man just now, because in the knockout competition, strength is a part, and luck is also a very powerful part.

This time, his luck was obviously low. He met an expert with top martial spirit, and his strength was second class. But it was worth it. In the end, he still wanted to thank that man. If it wasn't for him, he would never have understood so quickly.

When Zhang Fan went outside, some onlookers automatically gave way. But to tell the truth, when Zhang Fan said that he wanted to use the last move, all people thought of the martial spirit, but to everyone's shock, Zhang Fan still didn't use the martial spirit. His goal is not only that. Besides the champion of the platform, does he want the champion of the old man r>

another man also went down, but he watched Zhang Fan's figure for a long time.

When he came to the No. 6 battle platform, Zhang Fan's eyes fell directly on the battle platform. At this time, there was a battle going on. It was not others, it was Ouyang xian'er.

Ouyang xian'er is obviously lucky at this time, because the opponent's strength is only the strength of a great martial arts master's seven grades. You know, Ouyang xian'er's own strength lies in the great martial arts master's five grades, and the martial spirit is also a variant martial spirit. According to his conjecture, maybe it should also be a top martial spirit. After all, that strange spirit skill can not be derived from an ordinary martial spirit .

Less than ten minutes later, with the sublimation of purple awn and the emergence of the gorgeous purple butterfly, the man finally chose to give up.

At this time, Zhang Fan in everyone's eyes to see the obsession, mouth slightly warped, at this time the white figure quickly ran down the platform, came to Zhang Fan's side, gently hugged his arm.

"Young master, I won again." Ouyang xian'er's voice was sweet.

Breathing the unique fragrance of Ouyang xian'er, Zhang Fan nodded gently, a smile appeared on her slightly pale face and said: "well, xian'er is so powerful"

hearing Zhang Fan's praise, Ouyang xian'er's face was also full of happy look. At this time, she suddenly noticed Zhang Fan's look and quickly said: "young master, you are hurt"

"Oh Oh, it's OK to have a rest. The smile on Zhang Fan's face is deeper. When they walk out and pass by the platform where Yue Yi is, they just see Yue Yi walking down from the platform. At this time, her breath obviously becomes a little messy, but her eyes are also joyful.

Zhang Fan took Ouyang xian'er to walk past, and said with a smile: "won"

"Er" Yue Yi nodded gently, and then said: "how about you"

"the same" Zhang Fan said with a smile, at this time they seemed to be able to see the hope of victory in front of them.

"Brother Yueyi, this is a three grade healing pill. You can take it and it will help your recovery." between turning hands, a round pill appeared in his palm and handed it to Yueyi directly.

"No, I'll be fine after a night's rest." Yue Yi shook her head and said.

"You take it" Zhang Fan shook his head, went to Yue Yi's body, stretched out his hand, directly took one of Yue Yi's hands up, and then put the pills on it. At this time, Zhang Fan's eyes were puzzled. Yue Yi's hands were very soft and innocent, and her skin was very smooth. How to maintain them