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The nameless sword is buzzing and trembling. Ning fan's heart moves faster and faster. In an instant, the Black Lotus bursts into the nameless sword. At that time, the red body of the nameless sword is mixed with wisps of black.

And these black evil forces immediately wound around the holy lotus of Xiaomian Buddha, only to hear a series of Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.

In a flash, the light of the unknown sword was blazing, and the smiling Buddha screamed. A smell of burning came out of his palm, and he quickly released his hands.

The attack of nameless sword has not been reduced. Keep falling.

Puchi!

Before the smiling Buddha's arm could be taken back completely, his left arm was cut off by the nameless sword, and the dark red blood shot out immediately.

"Ah..." the earth shaking scream rose up and lingered over the sword forest for a long time, "Ning fan, I'm going to kill you!"

Ning fan's eyes are shining, and his state is better than ever. The smiling face Buddha is still roaring, and his eyes are full of murders. The nameless sword sends out a buzzing sound and stabs the smiling face Buddha's chest.

Smiling face Buddha broke his arm, and the pain was deep into the bone marrow, but his reason did not completely lose. Seeing the unknown sword hit again, he quickly retreated regardless of the pain.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill in his waistcoat, and a very secret sword gas appeared in his waistcoat. He whispered that it was not good. He didn't need to look to know that someone was sneaking behind him.

Indeed, Ling Yue sees that Ning fan is safe and sound, and her skill is still improving, so the stone hanging in her heart falls to the ground.

The ghost knife is broken, and the smiling face Buddha's arm is broken. Her heart is shocked, but her mind also moves. She launches an attack like a ghost, and quietly appears on the only way for the smiling face Buddha to retreat.

She calculated all the actions of Xiaomian Buddha, so the sword stabbed easily, waiting for Xiaomian Buddha to throw himself into the net.

Sure enough, xiaomianfo bumped into the sword himself, but this guy was very alert, even if he was seriously injured. He felt the sword, so he patted the sword with his left hand, the backhand.

Bang!

He slapped on the sword and leaped in the air with the help of the rebound force. He just thought he could get out of the bag ring.

But he didn't expect that before he had time to celebrate, he found a heat wave on his head. As soon as he lifted his eyelids, he found that the nameless sword had fallen from his head.

When Ning fan saw Ling Yue's hand, he worked out the coping strategies of Xiaomian Buddha, so he flew to his head first, then the unknown sword fell down and chopped to his head.

The pupil of the smiling Buddha suddenly shrinks, and the deep sense of crisis suddenly bursts out. He says that it's not good. He's in the middle of the sky, and there's no place to help him. To avoid this sword is to eat people and talk about dreams.

Therefore, he had a quick response and patted the unknown sword with one hand.

Ning fan's eyes are full of murderous Qi. As soon as the nameless sword turns, the sharp blade aims at the palm of smiling Buddha.

Puchi!

His palm was cut off, and the nameless sword fell. The blade of the sword fell from the top of the smiling Buddha's head. The blood burst out instantly, but it was immediately turned into blood mist by the heat of the nameless sword.

Poof!

The nameless sword continued to fall, crossed the head, neck and chest of Xiaomian Buddha, and rushed out of his stomach with blood splashing.

Smiling Buddha's eyes are still staring, however, there is no anger, he was cut in two by the sword from the sky.

The smiling face Buddha was split in two by Ning fan's sword. He actually stepped into the congenital realm, but he still died under the nameless sword.

If this news spreads out, Ning fan's prestige will be as high as the sun, and he will become the most famous person among the younger generation.

"Good!" A cheering sound of excitement rang out. Jian Qi's face turned red and he was very excited, as if he had killed Xiaomian Buddha.

In fact, everyone was relieved that if the smiling Buddha didn't die, they would be really dangerous.

Everyone looked at Ning fan, excited, suspicious and many other emotions mixed in his eyes. Ning fan's performance in this series really surprised them.

Ling Yue comes up, glances at the body of smiling Buddha on the ground, stares at Ning fan, and asks with concern, "are you ok?"

Ning fan moved his muscles and bones for a while and gave a brilliant smile: "I'm fine."

Ling Yue was relieved and said, "your strength is higher than mine again."

Ling Yue always wanted to challenge Ning fan to prove her strength before, but now she has lost her mind. Therefore, even if she looks at Ning fan who is stronger than her, she doesn't have the slightest bit of jealousy and dissatisfaction, but only the joy from the bottom of her heart.

Ning fan listened to her words and said with a smile, "your Tibetan sword skill is so exquisite. I may not be your opponent."

His strength has entered the fifth level of "Qian Kun Jue", and his body has gradually changed. Although it's only a short time, this feeling is very obvious.

He makes people feel more simple and simple, just like an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts. But just look at him, the experts will understand that he is not simple, because the feeling he gives people begins to feel ethereal, as if he is perfectly integrated with the air.

It's like the art of hiding sword. The sword and the air are perfectly integrated, and it's hard for others to find its trace. Nowadays, Ning fan is a bit like this kind of sword, which is easy to be ignored.

He simply stood there. If a person closed his eyes, even a master could not detect his existence, let alone his breath.

Ling Yue naturally felt his mysterious change and said with a faint smile and shaking her head, "Ning fan, you are modest. I can't help you with my Tibetan sword."

How can your sword hurt a man whose breath you can't detect?

Even if both sides are equally capable, Ning fan will have a certain advantage in fighting against the enemy with this advantage.

The sword God looked at Ning fan and Ling Yue thoughtfully, and said, "don't be modest. Your strength has been superb. I'm afraid you can't do it for a while."

"What master Jianshen said is very true“ Ning fan nodded.

Ling Yue stubbornly shakes her head, but she doesn't say much.

The sword God looks at a mess of the sword forest, especially a large circle of green bamboo which has been cut off. His mouth twitches. It will take several years to cultivate this green bamboo. Now that the sword forest is destroyed, the power of ten thousand swords will be greatly reduced.

As soon as I read this, the sword God looked sad and sighed.