I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 1806 Chapter 384: Lost

The big brother's warning was sudden, but more sudden than this warning was the sudden and fierce offensive.

Pei Mu turned his head abruptly, instinctively horrified, Lao Miaozhu had already bullied him, and it was not the thunder that rumbling, but the sturdy right arm hovering in the blue electric snake.

When I watched the battle, I thought that I was slow and bad footwork. I didn't know how swift and fierce I was when I was facing it. It was too late to avoid dodge. I had to slam my heart, face the fist, and live toward death!

Of course, Pei Mu would not think that he could defeat the strong with the weak, and the fierce reliance on the fight was all on his senior brother.

Following the warning, Yang Fan had already foreseen the movement of Lao Miao Zhu, and immediately moved the two sword intents inherited from the Wu Jue Sword Sect-Black Light and White Rainbow.

The undesirable pass was instantly smooth, and the two sword intents merged in the sword body, causing Qingfeng to attach a bright gray and uncertain sword light.

If there is a master of the Wujue Sword Sect here at this time, it will definitely be shocked.

Because Yang Fan, who was not in the Divine Light Realm, unexpectedly used the sword intent fusion that could only be achieved in the Sword Fusion Realm.

Although the Xu family advocates blood, the swordsmanship is fundamental after all, and this kind of aptitude is also terrifying.

Old Miaozhu, whose robes were bulging, naturally noticed the fierce and sharp sword intent on his back, and that cold light pointed away, causing the corresponding skin to shrink unconsciously.

This is a real opportunity to hit oneself hard, but it is a pity that the other party's accumulation of spiritual power is too shallow!

If Yang Fan could reach the pinnacle of Transformation, Baili Qiu Xin would not dare to speak out, even if it only accumulated for a few more years, but at this moment, the opponent's sword intent would still be difficult for him to follow.

Xun Ruo Ting's fist was unabated, facing Pei Mu's fists, as if the wheels were running over the insects, the two only touched, and the warrior who was living to death was like a heavy blow.

Lao Miaozhu shook his opponent's joints with only one blow, and even had spare power to turn his fists into boring, and point them on Pei Mu's chest.

"puff!"

The warrior who flew upside down slammed into the wall. It is reasonable to say that this force is enough to make a big hole in any mud wall, but I don't know what the material of the wall rock of the village temple is. Pei Mu only felt that his back was hit by a piece of pig iron. , The strength that should have been taken off by the body back pressured the viscera, and instantly made him lose consciousness, slipping weakly from the wall.

Zhongzhou is the place of the revival of the human race, the source of Xihe martial arts, the strong like the forest.

This background, where everyone can recite, finally appeared on the faces of self-righteous young people in the most intuitive way, and also shattered their arrogance.

Baili Qiu Xin, who broke Pei Mu in an instant, turned around and turned his elbow. His thick arms were like wooden stakes, and they collided fiercely with the rushing sword.

Iron is always harder than bones, but this is not necessarily true when it is attached to spiritual power.

Two long swords fused with sword intent finally pierced Baili Qiu Xin's arm, but after piercing half an inch into the elbow bone, they were born to resist.

What shocked Yang Fan even more was the huge suction power from the sword, like a magnet attracting iron, which made him immobile.

Yang Fan knew that this was some kind of ingenious development of gong body, because Lu Xuening once told him that although the accumulation of spiritual power alone cannot break the mirror, the growth of spiritual power is real.

Those spiritual powers stored in the viscera, meridians, and collaterals only exist in an unobvious way, but in some sects that have studied gong physique, these spiritual powers stored in the body are not incapable of mobilizing.

Obviously, the situation that Yang Fan just encountered is such a situation. If he is only better than martial arts, he and Lao Miaozhu will have to fight for a while before they can tell the victory, but once the martial arts confrontation becomes the spiritual battle, then The young Yang Fan and Baili Qiu Xin with white eyebrows are not of the same magnitude at all.

When the sword was handed over, the three juniors lost consciousness again, and the situation was very bad.

Yang Fan was helpless, so he could only use his sword to the same boxing technique, and continue to deal with the old temple wish, and the fight was dangerous.

And the result of this is that Yang Fan's spiritual and physical energy consumption speed is shockingly fast, and the defeat is only a matter of time.

Finally, after a stalemate for another quarter of an hour, Yang Fan was unable to keep up and was held by Baili Qiu Xin.

At this point, Tang Tianyu's beheading plan has completely failed.

The good news is that Lao Miaozhu didn't seem to intend to execute them, or that it didn't intend to execute them for the time being.

Just put them in a dungeon under the village temple.

God knows why there is such a tightly structured dungeon in the ventilated village temple, but there is no need to die immediately.

The old Miaozhu, who had taken the four people in, did not stay in the dungeon more, but hurriedly climbed back to the village temple along the pit ladder. Perhaps Yang Fan’s six senses were sharp enough, and it was even more likely that the old Miaozhu was too anxious to close the pit door.

In short, Yang Fan could vaguely hear the sound of buckets, wiping the floor, and wringing dry for a long time.

It seems that for Lao Miaozhu, cleaning up the village temple is more important than disposing of their assassins.

Relying on the tyrannical physique of the warrior, the three juniors awakened one by one, and it was not difficult to judge from the injuries. There was not much murderous intention to the enemy’s old temple. Otherwise, after shaking off Pei Mu’s defenses, the boring hand only needs to go to the left ventricle A few inches, a certain junior can directly enter the soil.

So Pei Mu, who was alive after the catastrophe, screamed for luck, but the other two conditions were not so good. Tang Nianfan gritted his teeth to fix the bones of his arms, and Tang Tianyu rubbed his chest with a calm face to remove blood stasis, both silently.

It can be seen that this failure dealt a great blow to the two arrogant Tang disciples.

If they meet a hidden worldly wealthy family or some sect heir, they can accept the failure calmly, but Baili Qiu Xin is just a little-known village temple.

The self-confidence accumulated in the first two lessons has already been wiped out by now, and he has even begun to doubt his martial arts future.

It was Yang Fan, who had been thinking hard since he was imprisoned, and it was only when the three junior brothers all awakened and began to heal his injuries, he punched him in his palm as if he had just woke up in a dream.

"If you fuse Yangyan and Qingmu sword intent, you can break away from the suction with just one burst of sword intent, not only can cause damage, but also draw out the sword!"

For the Xu family of swordsmen, the fusion of sword intent is difficult to get started, difficult to master, and even harder to study. It is a topic worth immersing in a lifetime. But Yang Fan, who accidentally hit and hit his hand, was not satisfied with the fusion of black light and white rainbow, but Quickly found a way forward.

Yang Fan, who had figured out his joints, seemed to forget his status as a prisoner. He picked up a half-foot-long grass stalk on the ground and began to dance happily.

"Big brother, it's about time, you still have the mood to practice sword!"

Pei Mu rubbed his chest and complained.

"Didn't we still have a leader? Even if the mission fails, the leader will not ignore us."

Yang Fan replied casually waving the grass stem on his hand.

(End of this chapter)