Three levels of the magic sword?
There are so many things going on in this Taihuabo. There is the inner demon path of Lingyun Tianjianfeng ahead, and here comes the third level of the demon sword. What are you doing!
After asking in detail, Jiang Fan understood that the so-called three levels of the Demon Sword were not to pass three levels, but to pass one of them based on one's own cultivation level and prove that one is at the top level at this stage.
And the lowest level is the Grandmaster level. But the disciples of Taihua think it is impossible for him, because those who can reach this level are at least at the peak of the Grand Master, and they are the outstanding ones at the peak.
As for Jiang Fan, a guy with at most Grandmaster level real energy in his body, he was completely useless in their eyes. He was advised not to ask for trouble, both in words and in words.
The disciple of Taihua seemed to be polite, but there was ridicule in his eyes, and Jiang Fan couldn't help but frown.
If you have to go up, other than asking the Empress to come forward, you have no choice but to break through.
However, looking at the thousands of troops beside him, he knew that the Empress must have climbed to the Demon Sword Peak. Looking for her now would inevitably cause her to lose face.
In this case, the only option is to break through.
We've come here, wouldn't it be too embarrassing if we couldn't go up?
He stopped Meng Yi's rage and pulled him towards the so-called entrance of the three levels.
Behind him came the slightly sarcastic advice from a disciple of Taihua: "My lord, don't force yourself... Grandmaster Guan is not for top people only. If it doesn't work, just come down. You can wait for news at the foot of the mountain..."
Meng Yi snorted angrily, and suddenly knocked his heel on the ground. A stone flew up, and the screams of Taihua disciples came from behind - two front teeth fell out.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh, this guy really had a bad temper.
Before the pass, Meng Yi was a little worried: "Master, you can't rely on external force to break through the pass. My disciple can't help you."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly. If you want to get in your way, Master has his own way. Can this mere three levels of the Demonic Sword stop Master? Even if the inner demon is level 900, don't worry.
When he said this, Meng Yi, who was very nervous, immediately felt relieved. That's right. Who is the master? Is there any place in the world that can stop him?
Worrying too much, Meng Yi figured it out and walked straight to the pass to break through first.
Jiang Fan was speechless. This apprentice was really confident about him.
Walking towards the pass, Jiang Fan saw a tall man with a five-foot giant sword across his knees. This was his challenge, one-on-one, to defeat this great master's peak swordsman.
So Jiang Fan ushered in the first time in his life that he faced an enemy alone.
Without exposing his innate energy, Jiang Fan circulated his master-level true energy, and strands of pink mist overflowed from his body.
"please."
The man didn't recognize him and looked up without getting up: "Sir, you are only at the Grandmaster level and you are no match for me."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "How will you know if you don't try?"
The man said: "Don't humiliate yourself. I will only fight against the great master."
Jiang Fan said: "Sir, if you don't take action, I will pass."
The man couldn't help but frown and stood up slowly, "Since you didn't listen to the advice, don't blame me for being rude. Don't blame me for being hurt."
"Since you have broken through, it's okay, please—"
He said please, but suddenly raised his hand and punched him.
This punch contained all the strength in his body, the burning sensation rose again, and all the strength in his body exploded in an instant.
The man didn't care at first, but suddenly he was startled, and the horizontal sword blocked his fist.
With a muffled sound, the man's upper body actually swayed, and Jiang Fan was also bounced back.
"What a strength!" The man was a little frightened.
It's a bit unbelievable that a Grandmaster realm has shaken his own peak as a Grandmaster.
At this time, Jiang Fan also felt his own power. With his powerful body and the true essence of the Grandmaster Realm, he could really shake the Grand Master.
The joy in my heart is indescribable. In this world where martial arts is respected and everyone is a warrior, for the first time, I have a certain amount of force capital.
This meaning is very important to him.
The man originally disliked his opponent's pink essence, but after a brief exchange, he felt how extraordinary the young man in front of him was, and he stopped his contemptuous attitude.
"Your Excellency has amazing strength. I underestimate you, but don't think you can pass this way."
But Jiang Fan didn't talk nonsense. For the first time in actual combat, he was inexplicably excited.
With a flash of body, he rushed forward to attack again.
Deliberately trying to mobilize all his strength, he did not use the green snake at all, but relied on his fists to fight the man fiercely.
Seeing that he was bare-handed, the man actually threw his sword aside and started fighting with him.
This played into Mr. Jiang's plan even more.
The two of them were punching and kicking and they were having a great time.
If that person is also a strong player, otherwise he would not be holding such a big heavy sword, and his physical body plus the Grand Master's peak true energy is very terrifying even without a sword.
Although Jiang Fan also practices regularly, he does not work hard. He is the one who talks about fishing for three days and drying nets for two days.
Fortunately, the old guy's ten years of medicinal bathing, coupled with the transformation that may have been caused by the blood of Dragon Ao, made his physical body really strong. Although it was difficult, he could still resist the opponent.
But what he suffered the most was his true energy. After all, that person's cultivation level was much higher than his. It is difficult to win with physical strength alone.
No, it seemed that before he could use all his strength, Jiang Fan was punched from the air, and his true energy exploded, sending him flying several feet away.
This was not going to work. Jiang Fan put one hand on the ground, his mind was racing, and he finally gritted his teeth and quietly circulated a trace of innate energy into Pink Kill. Innate energy can simulate true energy, which is invisible to outsiders.
After this day of running wildly, Jiang Fan felt keenly that he could already deploy some innate energy for use, but he had no experience with it and had no proficiency to speak of.
But he believed that it would be enough to fool a great master.
This is also true. Jiang Fan was surprised to find that the ray of innate energy merged with Pink Kill. Although it was a bit strange, the other party didn't notice any clues.
He was just surprised by his sudden surge of real energy. However, there are many secret methods in the world that can stimulate people's potential in a short period of time, which is not too difficult to believe.
At this moment, Jiang Fan was evenly matched with him!
Unfortunately, another problem was exposed. Mr. Jiang was really lacking in martial arts training. He was beaten in a hurry when faced with other people's martial arts skills that had been refined over time.
It can be seen that at the beginning, people were just looking down on him and did not use his real skills. But now they find that his strength has skyrocketed and he no longer holds back, and the skill gap between the two becomes immediately obvious.
Jiang Fan seemed to be in a panic. In a hurry, he was punched on the shoulder. He stepped back several steps. However, he seemed unconvinced and rushed forward. Soon, he was hit in the chest again and spit out a mouthful of blood. , the whole person flew out three feet away.
But Jiang Fan seemed to be very persistent. He screamed and pounced on him again. As a result, he was swept away by a leg and kicked to the ground.
Fortunately, he was physically strong and was not seriously injured. He got up and rushed forward again.
Get beaten, get up, get up again, get beaten again, get up again, get up again.
After more than ten rounds, his opponents began to admire his persistence.
