Great Heaven Sovereign

For the second floor, Yang Fan's cognition is limited. But the only sure thing is that the second floor is strong enough to be unreasonable.

He could vaguely remember the last time he shot on the second floor, put out a palm and directly smashed the will of the owner of the sword mark.

That sentence is to die without rolling. It is to dominate the world and give up who I am.

Even now he has thought about the absolute style of the second floor this time.

"Boss on the second floor, it's your turn!" Yang Fan said.

Unfortunately... No response.

Yang Fan felt a bad feeling in his heart.

His mind sank and he realized that he had entered the town sin tower.

They even ignored the three chalks and looked directly at the position on the second floor:

"Boss, it's your turn." Yang Fan asked urgently.

But there was no fluctuation on the second floor.

As if I hadn't heard it, there wasn't even a sound.

"Hold the grass!"

Yang Fan felt an impulse to curse his mother.

Got hit!

At this time, there were only three words in his mind.

"Boss, if you don't play like this, you asked me to get the python in, and I got it in. Why, now you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge, and break up in one shot?" Yang Fan wants to turn over.

of vital importance!

If the sword mark falls, he can't bear it at all.

At first, in the place of sin, he relied on the robbery of heaven's jealousy, and finally the chessboard recovered, so that he could escape the robbery. When I was in the southern continent, I also shot on the second floor to avert danger.

Now, if the pigeon is released on the second floor, he will surely die.

"Boy, I never said I wanted to fight." Suddenly, the sound of the second floor fell.

"Don't make trouble, boss. What should I do if you don't do it?" Yang Fan said.

He felt extremely helpless.

On the second floor, this is just trying to pit him!

If it wasn't on the second floor, how could Yang Fan surge out of fan's confidence.

He thought now that all his previous considerations were superfluous.

All he thought was after the threat of the scar was lifted.

But now he found that he couldn't solve the sword marks. What's the future!

"Boy, don't you find that you have always relied on external forces to solve the crisis? This is an opportunity for you to recognize yourself." The sound on the second floor fell, filled with a smell that I was for you.

Yang Fan was silent.

It's empty to recognize yourself.

He has seen that there is no intention of shooting on the second floor. But the fundamental reason is definitely not what he said. We should let Yang Fan get rid of external forces.

But now, no one knows Yang Fan's combat power better than him.

The so-called test should at least have a limit.

Like the owner of the sword mark, even the five-star fierce beast in the peak period is not an opponent. Why did he?

By his God Dan? Why? Or with an unparalleled magic gun?

Not enough to see.

Unless he can use the power of the chessboard now, there may be a glimmer of vitality.

But now, the sequelae of his last use of chessboard power is still there, and he can't use the chessboard at all. In this case, let him and the sword mark outside be hard and rigid, and still have the will of the owner of the sword mark, and even the power of his separation?

It's like dying.

"Elder, just say it clearly. What do you want me to do?" Yang Fan said.

Yang Fan is not stupid.

He knew that there must be a plot on the second floor, otherwise he wouldn't talk so much nonsense to himself now. This is not in line with his personal design.

"I don't want you to do anything. The power of the sword mark is coming. It's very strong! Well, yes, this time it's a separation, which is much better than the last time. Boy, please be lucky. But if you survive this time, I may tell you a secret." Said the second floor.

Then in an instant, the sound disappeared.

At the same time, Yang Fan also felt an inexplicable resistance and rejected him.

On Foshan, countless eyes also looked up at the void in an instant.

The power of the sword scar is extremely terrible. It has the great terror of piercing the world and instantly affects everyone's heart.

"Is this power?"

Said the Zen Buddha.

If their cultivation reaches this level, they will certainly feel the changes between heaven and earth. In the past, it was the place of sin in the eastern continent or the southern Xinjiang devil cave in the southern continent.

This power has appeared before.

However, when this power came, it was too far away for them to perceive.

But now, when they come directly to Foshan, their perception is very real.

"Terrible! Where does this power come from? And why? If it comes to Foshan, won't our Foshan be annihilated in an instant?" The tantric Buddha said.

The more powerful the cultivation is, the more different the perceived level will be.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary practitioners, there is only one thing to know about this sword scar, that is terror, that is power.

But for their level, they have more feelings.

That is destruction and disaster!

"No, the Buddha once said that the Foshan robbery has nothing to do with the power of the sword. Moreover, this power has appeared in this world twice. If you really want to destroy it, you don't have to wait until now." The Buddha of Xinzong said, analyzing this power.

But soon they were silent.

Because in addition to this power, they found a figure.

The golden light is illusory, but they can still capture it.

In an instant, the three were like great enemies.

But unfortunately, the figure outside the sword mark didn't look at them, but looked at the direction of the lake and released a ferocious smile.

Boom!

At the next moment, the sword marks poured into the lake.

At this moment, the lake seemed to be disintegrated by the long sword, burst out thousands of water lights and rushed into the sky.

"No, start the protection array!" The three opened their mouths at the same time, without any hesitation, directly took the hand, condensed the Buddhist magic power and began to block this power.

At the same time, up and down the whole Foshan, at this moment, like a great enemy, countless Buddhist forces burst out in an instant

And under the lake.

As soon as Yang Fan's mind came out of the demon tower in the town, he already felt a sense of obliteration and locked himself.

"Shit, is this going to never die?"

Yang Fan has felt that this power is close at hand, just like the hanging sword in the sky. In an instant, it will fall on him.

Without hesitation and thinking, Yang Fan directly gathered all his strength and suddenly walked deeper.

He... Has no choice.

The owner of the sword scar clearly wants to kill himself.

"In that case, let's die together. I want to see what it is that scares Foshan, scares sacred animals and makes the existence of the second floor count!" Yang Fan gritted his teeth, and his body suddenly accelerated and sank rapidly.

However, Yang Fan was fast, and the sword mark was faster. It was only a moment, and it crossed Yang Fan's position in an instant.

Go straight through.

Pooh!

Then, a long sword pierced the body, and the sound burst out in the lake.

Yang Fan's figure was also at this moment, as if he had lost all his support and fell directly.

"The existence of mole ants can't even stop a sword. I want to see what's mysterious about you. You dare to cut your will." A sound fell.

Soon a figure appeared.

Holding the scar of the sword in his hand, he looked at the direction of Yang Fan's fall.

You look cold!

Although the illusory has no facial features, it still shows the supreme posture, as if he is the master of heaven and earth.

Then he went on step by step.

But just then, a claw print suddenly broke out below.

A skeleton hand with white bones.

"Hmm? What thing dares to do it in front of this Buddha?"