Yang Bufan's body was filled with rays of light and began to erupt.
The Great Desolation Sutra is running crazily, the White Ape's magic is displayed, and the runes are densely covered on the fist.
He raised his fist and struck away, his figure fearless, and his whole body actually exuded an invincible aura.
"This child's growth is limitless...". An old man sighed and said that of how many people he had seen in his life, there were really not many people with such a spirit as Yang Bufan.
Needless to say, there is only one battle at this moment...
Yang Bufan raised his fist and struck out, smashing the sword light into pieces.
His eyes were like lightning as he stared into the darkness, where the sword light came from.
A man walked out of the darkness with piercing eyes. He faced Yang Bufan directly, with no concealment of the murderous intent in his eyes.
"Demon body, you are not worthy of possessing this broken sword. I am a sword cultivator. If you give the broken sword to me, I will protect you from being bullied in the future." The visitor got straight to the point and got to the point.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think I need your protection for me?" Yang Bufan shouted, extremely disgusted with this man's shamelessness.
"Since you are a sword cultivator, I will kill you with sword skills today." Yang Bufan continued, taking out the broken sword and holding it tightly in his hand.
Silently, there was a tremor behind Yang Bufan, and the space was like ripples.
A burly figure appeared there, his eyes full of evil, making people shudder.
He stood behind Yang Bufan, with a sneer on his lips, holding a big knife in his arms, emitting a cold light.
Yang Bufan naturally found out. He stared at the two of them coldly, understanding that it was impossible to be kind.
"Boy..."
The little monk and the big yellow dog rushed forward when they saw this. They both knew that tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.
Yang Bufan waved his hand to stop the two of them. He had no fear in his heart and was ready to kill everyone tonight.
"Swordsmen and Swordsmen..." People gasped and revealed their identities.
"It doesn't matter what a hero you are, if you're here today, don't leave..."
Yang Bufan took the lead in launching the attack, with murderous intent everywhere. In his heart, he had already regarded the two of them as dead.
The broken sword was waved, and green lotuses rose from the broken sword. The sharp sword energy made people feel sharp and sharp in the ups and downs in the void.
"Green Lotus Sword Jue, how is it possible, how is it possible for the demon body to..." People exclaimed, even Jianxiong was shocked, squinting his eyes slightly in disbelief.
The Green Lotus Sword Technique is the sword technique of the Lingxu Sect. The demon body and the Lingxu Sect are mortal enemies. How could he know this kind of sword technique?
But Jianxiong quickly regained his composure, and he drew out a sword, which emitted a glowing green light and a cold glow all over his body.
He also possesses unparalleled swordsmanship, otherwise how could he be called a swordsman.
"kill!"
"war!"
The two of them shouted loudly at the same time, leaving no room for vicious attacks.
Sword light was flying all over the sky, lotus flowers were blooming, and both of them used their full strength.
"Chi la..."
Yang Bufan's sleeve was cut open by the sword light, and his skin quickly turned bright red, and blood was dripping down.
Yang Bufa snorted coldly and didn't take it seriously at all. This kind of minor injury was almost harmless to him.
Jianxiong frowned. He did not expect Yang Bufan to practice Qinglian Sword Art to such an extent.
The blossoming green lotus blossoms made it impossible for him to resist.
At this time, there were several cuts on his body, and blood was gurgling out.
Behind him, Dao Xiong shouted loudly and raised his sword to strike. His moves were wide open and closed, making people feel unstoppable.
Yang Bufan was speechless. He raised his sword to meet him, and with the soles of his feet Li Zi Jue, he struck with his sword as fast as lightning.
"Dang."
There was a soft sound, and the collision of knives and swords produced dazzling sparks.
"Click."
There was a crisp sound, and the big knife in Dao Xiong's hand broke off, revealing a neat break.
Dao Xiong stepped back several steps, his palms trembling, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.
His eyes widened and he couldn't believe that the weak young man in front of him was so strong that he couldn't even resist it.
Yang Bufan chopped off the long knife in Dao Xiong's hand with one blow, and cracked a hole in his tiger's mouth that was so deep that the bone was visible, making Dao Xiong almost lose his grip on the long knife in his hand.
"Just because you dare to call yourself a pair of swordsmen, you must submit to the law..."
Yang Bufan shouted and attacked, put away the broken sword, and attacked the two people with his bare hands.
Wherever the fist touched, neither of them dared to fight and kept retreating.
The two of them kept retreating, and a trace of fear slowly appeared in their eyes. They never thought that the demon body's physique was so powerful that they could not compete at all.
"Why is this kid so fierce..." Not to mention other people, even the little monk was muttering in a low voice.
"Beat them to death..." The little monk jumped up and down to cheer Yang Bufan, which made the people around him look strangely in his eyes.
"Why is this damn monk just a monk? He doesn't look like a monk in this way." The people on the side couldn't help but murmured, wondering how the little monk felt so indebted.
Needless to say, the little monk said that Yang Bufan would not be merciful, and he was determined to kill these people.
The swordsmen and swordsmen had lost their swords at this time, and were beaten by Yang Bufan until their hair was disheveled and blood flew everywhere.
This scene can't help but make people feel a little funny. The two dignified swordsmen were beaten by the demon body and even lost their swords.
"enough.."
Dao Xiong's hair was disheveled, and his bones were broken in many places by Yang Bufan's fists.
He endured the severe pain and yelled at Yang Bufan. He was really scared in his heart, for fear that he would really die under Yang Bufan's fist.
"That's enough for you, uncle..." Yang Bufan couldn't tolerate them, he cursed angrily, and without any care, he punched them one after another, both of them spilled blood with each punch.
"Do you think you can escape?" Seeing the two running figures, Yang Bufan quickly pursued them.
While they were running for their lives, they were shocked by Yang Bufan's speed. How could he be so fast at this level?
"Let me go..." Jianxiong begged for mercy with trembling lips. At this moment, he was really scared and knew that his life was in danger.
"Did you ever think of this kind of scene when you came here?" Yang Bufan's eyes were as calm as water, and the broken sword was placed on his neck.
Seeing that Yang Bufan was determined to kill, Jianxiong knew that the matter could not be rectified, and his expression became fierce, ready to fight to the death.
However, before he could move again, he felt dizzy, and then his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
Yang Bufan chopped off his head with a sword, then kicked it to death, killing him.
Then his figure disappeared, disappearing from everyone's eyes in an instant.
After a while, Yang Bufan appeared again, holding Dao Xiong's head in his hand.
Dao Xiong's facial expression was still in a state of extreme shock until he died, and it was forever fixed on this expression.
Yang Bufan threw Dao Xiong's head next to Jian Xiong's body, without any mercy in his eyes.
"You are worthy of being called Sword Heroes. You are simply insulting these two weapons..." Yang Bufan's expression showed an undisguised look of disgust.
"Good kill..." A group of young bandits cheered.
"Whip the corpse, it's his uncle's, these ignorant things, let you stare at us again." As soon as the young monk said this, even a group of young bandits looked at him with strange eyes.
This is how much you hate these people, and you have to flog their corpses even after they die.
"Lord Buddha, you are also a monk after all, so we should be more careful when we speak." A group of young bandits reminded the young monk with strange expressions.
"Oh, this is a great Buddha. Monks don't tell lies, but I still want to whip the corpse." The little monk told nonsense seriously, which made a group of little bandits want to slap him.
"No one can offend this damn monk. He talks too much. If he hadn't been beaten to death, he would have been mad at him." This was the common sentiment of all the people watching.
But now they are even more shocked by the strength of the demonic body.
After killing so many people in a row and fighting for such a long time, the demonic body showed no signs of fatigue and looked increasingly brave as he fought.
Yang Bufan was still standing in mid-air, his vitality was like a sea soaring into the sky, and his whole body seemed to have endless strength, which impressed everyone.
This poor generation of swordsmen and swordsmen have a bright future, but they insist on coveting the demon body, and they end up in a scene where they both lie dead.
Everyone could not help but sigh in their hearts, sighing that things are unpredictable and there are many corpses on the roads.
"Get out of here..." Yang Bufan yelled and punched the void fiercely.
A shrill scream rang out, and a figure fell down into the darkness of the void. His eyes were filled with fear. He didn't expect Yang Bufan's senses to be so sharp.
It turned out that this man wanted to sneak attack Yang Bufan, but Yang Bufan noticed it in advance and punched him down.
"You scum who only dare to hide in the dark, die..." Yang Bufan was really angry. If this continues, he doesn't know how many people will come to him.
He rushed forward, ignoring the man's pleas, and blasted his head with a punch, causing the head to fly everywhere.
There was once again a headless corpse on the ground, which fell to the ground and caused a large splash of water.
At this time, Yang Bufan really looked like a demon god. He was covered in blood and his eyes were as scary as bloodthirsty, which shocked everyone present.
"How many people will the demonic body kill today..." people said with trembling voices. If this continues, it will be okay.
"Oh, it's strange that these people have been dazzled by the desire for profit. I'd better go back, little friend, so as not to cause the disaster of killing again..." An old man appeared with kind eyes, walked to Yang Bufan, and persuaded him to stop.
When Yang Bufan saw the visitor, seeing that the old man showed no trace of hostility, he lowered his guard and said, "Senior..."
"Hey, the old guy is looking for death..." The big yellow dog roared, almost breaking his throat. It wanted to rush up and tear him to pieces in order to relieve the hatred in its heart.
Because he found that just when Yang Bufan lowered his guard, the old man's eyes suddenly became fierce and he took action very quickly.
His fingers clawed at Yang Bufan's chest, trying to break Yang Bufan's heart into pieces.
Yang Bufan naturally noticed it, his eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly retreated, but it was still a step too late.
The old man scratched off a large piece of flesh from Yang Bufan's chest, exposing the bones, which made people shudder.
Yang Bufan was so filled with hatred that he grimaced in pain. He put down all his guard and did not expect that the other party would suddenly attack.
Seeing that the attack failed, the old man retreated decisively without stopping.
Yang Bufan roared, his voice full of hatred, how could he let him go.
