"Red... hair?" Feng Zicheng's pupils condensed. He clearly saw a red hair wrapped around the young man's little finger. Then he seemed to think of something terrible. When he sensed it, he realized that it was really his own. !
He asked anxiously: "Where did it come from?"
"It's on the van." Zhao Fan didn't hide anything, and then he said with a smile like the warm sun: "History is always surprisingly similar. I remember that time, it was my master who got a stick from a famous master of Daming Mansion. Mao used this to help the Taoist sect reverse its disadvantage, but now, as the successor of this generation, I am exactly the same."
Feng Zicheng is really going to collapse. The punishment imposed by the Taoist Sanqing has made the entire Daming Mansion miserable for three hundred years. Tonight, due to the death of his ancestor, he has provoked the Great Fortune Master who he least wants to face. He himself Is this vein really exhausted?
"Destiny cannot be violated." Zhao Fan said with good words: "Unlock the unity of heart and sword, just surrender and capture you. I won't kill you. At most, I will take the five yang heart and send it away to the Taoist door. It has been so long, even though it is The remnants of the crime will not lead to death. Besides, even when the Daming Mansion betrayed the Taoist sect three hundred years ago, the Sanqing Dynasty only punished them, and they didn’t kill them all, right?"
"Yes, everything you said is right, but I am not willing to accept it! What's more, without the inherited Five Yang Heart, my lineage of Daming Mansion will no longer exist!" Feng Zicheng roared with a distorted face: "I have endured the humiliation and burden for so many years. The most important thing is tonight, the revival of Daming Mansion is close at hand, why is it you..."
"revival?"
Zhao Fan asked thoughtfully: "What does this have to do with my personal maid?"
"It's a big deal!"
Feng Zicheng clutched the Taomu Taoist Sword and said with a sinister smile: "As early as a thousand years ago, my ancestor had predicted a catastrophe and planned a thousand-year plan. The key point is that the heart-eating fragrant soul passed down his secret skills. , let me refine the Five Yin Soul Pearls now, thousands of years later, and form them into the Five Yang Dao Pills to lift the curse!"
"Thousand-year situation..."
Zhao Fan suddenly remembered the experience she had told when she was subduing Seventeen. On the day she was taken out of the incense vat, the ghost master had an old Taoist kill him. The latter was half Xixia blood and taught a ghost cultivator. occult.
Zhao Fan suddenly realized: "The old man who saved Shi Qi is the founder of the Daming Mansion?"
"yes."
Feng Zicheng said one word, and his eyes, except for the pupils, all the other white areas turned scarlet, "I don't believe in fate!"
As he said that, he swung the Taomu Dao Sword and slashed at Zhao Fan's red-haired little finger.
If we can cut him off when he is unprepared, we will no longer have any worries. In this case, what if that young man is a great master of creation? Just relying on the formation of pills as expected is weaker than the unity of one's own heart and sword!
However, Zhao Fan had been on guard against this move for a long time. With a flash of his body, his little finger opened the Taomu Sword, "You won't look back until you hit the south wall?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Zicheng was already like a madman. He held up the Taomu Taoist sword with both hands and slashed wildly. His momentum was like a volley of arrows. He was extremely violent and his speed was as fast as a phantom.
Even Zhao Fan didn't dare to challenge him at this time. After all, he was empty-handed. However, he did not intend to use the "ordering technique" immediately. Instead, he swam like a snake on the edge of the sword.
As the saying goes, masters are lonely, and Zhao Fan has rarely encountered opponents who can put pressure on him.
After the last time the Yue family faced off against the twin corpses of Qian and Kun, he realized the true meaning of fighting to nourish his elixir. Not only that, but even the subtleties of his body skills were honed and perfected in that battle.
Therefore, he planned to test his body skills through Feng Zicheng's Crazy Demon Sword first.
Under the crazy attack of Taomu Daojian, Zhao Fan was still a little disorganized in hiding at first, but gradually, he became more comfortable after adapting to the rhythm.
In just five minutes, Feng Zicheng swung hundreds of swords, slashing, slashing, or slashing horizontally, but not a single sword touched Zhao Fan's clothes, and all of them were avoided with seemingly dangerous dangers.
On a tree in the distance, Feng Qingcheng looked at the battle situation in Wuling Temple. She laughed softly: "Here we go again... It's like playing with a monkey, but my movement skills are not even half of Brother Fan's. There’s no comparison.”
Another five minutes passed.
There were small beads of sweat on Zhao Fan's body. He felt that there was no point in continuing to hone his body skills, because Feng Zicheng's sword power was only as fast as this.
The next second, he bounced on his feet and jumped three meters away. Then he turned his hands and a pair of dragon horn blades appeared out of thin air!
This was during the days when I was with Ning Xiyu in Jiangling. In my free time, I used the dragon's horn tempered by the blood of Tai Sui to sharpen my body skills. Feng Zicheng, who was in a crazy state, squandered his magic power regardless of consumption. At this time, It has dropped to the same level as myself in the early stage of forming pills. It is time to practice my weaker martial arts...
The dragon horn blade looks like a pair of swords and a pair of short sticks.
He looks extremely cool. Although Zhao Fan has never used similar weapons, he just has an indescribable liking for him. If his great-uncle, who knows him very well, knew about it, he would probably analyze the previous sentence: "Maybe it's because of the deep feeling in his heart." So sexy."
Zhao Fan held the dragon horn blade in both hands, with golden brilliance attached to the inside and outside of it. He took the initiative to face Feng Zicheng's peach wood Taoist sword, sometimes using a cross to block, sometimes attacking instead of defending.
After all, it was his shortcoming. After barely resisting for thirty rounds, Zhao Fan used the dragon horn blade to block the terrifying sword attack, but it was directly blown away ten meters, and the tiger's mouth was so shocked that it split open, and the pair of The dragon horn blade rolled in the air due to inertia and was inserted into the courtyard wall of Wuling Temple!
He smiled bitterly and sighed: "I'm still too young. After all, he has united his mind and sword... Now Longyang Dan's power is only 15% left. If he continues, I'm afraid he won't be able to give orders. Then it's just fun." Take it off, well, that’s it for now.”
At this time, Feng Zicheng saw that the young man was knocked to the ground by him for the first time, and his weapons were all out of his hands. He thought that the battle situation was completely locked, so he jumped up excitedly and struck a fatal blow to Zhao Fan on the ground. One sword!
However, he was as crazy as a demon and had already made red eyes. He vaguely felt as if he had overlooked something very important, but he could not calmly think about it.
Between the electric light and flint, the yellow air blade of the Taomu Dao Sword had already landed an inch above Zhao Fan's head!
"Brother Fan!" Feng Qingcheng's pupils trembled, and he covered his eyes in despair...
But how could the man she was so obsessed with fall down like this?
It was too late, but it was so fast that Zhao Fan didn't move at all. The Taomu Dao Sword was frozen as if it had been pressed to pause, hanging at an inch and unable to advance another half minute!
Feng Zicheng's body twisted uncontrollably and fell to the ground. His legs actually locked his neck.
Zhao Fan raised his hand, caught the fallen Taomu Dao Sword, put it aside for the time being, and concentrated on kneading the red hair with both hands.
What's strange is that the way the red hair is twisted is the same posture as Feng Zicheng's body.
In the silent Wuling Temple, there were clear and crisp sounds of clicking one after another. This is the sound that occurs when a bone breaks.
The art of giving orders is described in the "Gongshu Book" like this: A hair can give orders to the emperor!
However, the stronger the target realm, the greater the consumption.
This remnant of the Daming Palace lineage did not really form a Taoist elixir, but only the heart and sword merged into one, and his essence was still at the peak of Qi training.
Zhao Fan spent 10% of Long Yang's power to achieve control over Feng Zicheng.
Click... click!
The red hair in Zhao Fan's hand became smaller and smaller as he kneaded it, until it disappeared. Feng Zicheng's body was distorted into a human shape, and all the non-lethal bones in his body were broken. In other words, there were systemic fractures.
After the crazy state that made Feng Zicheng feel no pain subsided, he suddenly felt a sharp pain like a heartbeat, screamed and fell into a coma.
"Qingcheng, come here and guard this Taoist Feng." Zhao Fan stood up with the peach wood Taoist sword, came to the wall and put the pair of dragon horn blades into Jialan Xumiyu, and tried to put the sword away, but failed, because it It was refined by Feng Zicheng and belonged to an owner. He wanted to erase the mark but could not do it with the remaining power of Longyang Pill, so he threw it to Feng Qingcheng who came over and said: "Keep it for me, I will go find Shiqi."
"Um."
Feng Qingcheng still feels like she's dreaming. She remembers that Zhao Fan was clearly about to be struck to death by a sword, but she didn't dare to look. But when she removed her hand covering her eyes, she saw Feng Zicheng, who was as strong as the sun, lying on the ground like an earthworm. He was so twisted and restrained, but the former actually sat there unscathed, bowing his head and playing with his hands like a child...
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