Beiyin Great Sage

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Luo Xiuying snorted coldly:

"No wonder Uncle Zhou said that everyone on Xiaolang Island is trash. There are so many people, but none of them are prepared to be killed by me."

"Beautiful clothes, good food, and a stable life, I will feed you all!"

"Ninth grade? Tenth grade?"

"Empty cultivation, nothing!"

Of the five people, as long as one of them is prepared, or keeps a distance carefully, it is absolutely impossible for her to kill all of them with a single blow.

But rather.

The five people surrounded them together, still in an arc, not to mention not being on guard, almost telling Luo Xiuying to draw the sword quickly, the opportunity is rare.

"Okay!" Yang Fan trembled angrily:

"it is good!"

"Bitch, die!"

The strength surged, the strength of the palm surged, Jinyu Kungfu and Tianshou Shou, the two top profound kung fu of Langdao, all performed together, and the kung fu came straight.

Facing the attack, Luo Xiuying's beautiful eyes flickered, she was not surprised but pleased.

weak!

This black iron is so weak?

In her impression, the black iron master should be like Zhou Jia, with a terrifying aura and deep thoughts, and his every move gives people endless coercion.

When the two fought against each other, even if Zhou Jia suppressed her cultivation to the same mortal level, it gave her a feeling of being invincible.

That feeling is hopeless.

Even after taking the Dao Fruit again and comprehending the Yin Killing Sword, facing Zhou Jia, Luo Xiuying's heart still trembled, as if looking at a towering mountain.

now.

Yang Fan gave her the feeling that she didn't have that kind of coercion at all, and it didn't even look like black iron. With a random sweep, there were several flaws in his palm.

Chapter 030 Survivor

Yang Fan gritted his teeth tightly, changed his palm, and pushed out with one palm, the air flow brought up made a blast like an explosion, and the whistling of the strong wind was like howling ghosts and gods, which disturbed people's mind.

The ferocious palm with the sound of howling ghosts and gods also made Luo Xiuying's breathing stagnate, as if all the muscles and bones in her body were suppressed.

This also made her understand.

At this moment, it was not Uncle Zhou teaching martial arts, but a strong black iron man who really wanted to kill, and if he didn't pay attention, he would die.

"drink!"

She drank in a low voice, and the sound waves stirred in her body.

This is the method of the Tieyuan school to stimulate the potential of the human body. It relies on special sounds to drive the source of energy in the body, temper the bone marrow, and strengthen the body.

And even stimulate the spirit of depression.

sound off.

Luo Xiuying's eyes lit up, and her whole body recovered from the pressure of the palm wind. The long sword pierced a strange arc, and her body moved sideways.

"Bah..."

Thanks to the help of Daoguo, what she accepted was the perfect inheritance of the Yin Killing Sword.

Unfortunately, limited by her cultivation and her own insufficiency, she can only comprehend this sword art to the threshold of proficiency, but it is still amazing.

When the sword comes out, the incoming palm wind is like being pierced seven inches, and suddenly stagnates.

Yang Fan even felt a tingling pain in his palm, and subconsciously changed his palm technique to avoid the incoming sword blade, rolling forward like a tumbling millstone.

"Rumble..."

The strength of the palm is like thunder, trembling in all directions.

A car several zhang away was engulfed in the force, and immediately distorted and twisted into a twisted shape. If it was a living person, it would be even more vulnerable.

Luo Xiuying turned into a gust of wind, her toes clinging to the ground, and a series of afterimages emerged from her body. She was like a nimble fish swimming through the violent storm created by her opponent.

From time to time, the sword is thrown out, and each sword directly hits the flaw in the opponent's palm.

"呲呲..."

"Ding!"

The two fought staggeredly, with great vigor.

Sometimes the ground was blasted with palm prints, and sometimes cracks were drawn by the sword energy.

"Bitch!"

The corners of Yang Fan's eyes twitched:

"No wonder you are so bold, so you have enough confidence, and you can stand in front of me for so long at the ninth rank of ordinary rank, so how can you pay it off in the future?"

Thinking about it, killing intent is even better!

Compared to Yang Fan, Luo Xiuying had far less time to speak, and she was tense from beginning to end, staring at her opponent's movements.

She is only rank nine, but the clothes on her body are woven from hundred-year-old grass stems, which can greatly increase the speed of movement.

In terms of speed alone, it is not much slower than the early days of Black Iron.

It is also because of this that she has persisted until now, but her lack of background is her biggest shortcoming after all, and Yang Fan is also aware of this.

boil!

If you stick to it, Luo Xiuying can be killed even if you endure it.

"call……"

The breeze caressed.

Luo Xiuying, who had been looking for flaws in her opponent's swordsmanship, suddenly retreated suddenly, her feet hit the ground quickly, flying backwards like a dragonfly stepping on water.

"Want to escape?"

Yang Fan drank in a low voice, his body rushing wildly:

"Leave me!"

At the same time, he slapped his palms in the air, covering the front with palm strength, and the terrifying strength forced the opponent to stop and dodge back and forth.

This is the time!

Luo Xiuying's eyes lit up.

She had discovered the flaws in Yang Fan's palm technique a long time ago, and she has been holding back all this time, waiting for now.

"drink!"

Drink in a low voice, the strength in the body condenses.

Shaking the wrist and flicking the sword!

Return to the wind and return to the swallow!

……

The sword energy broke, shaking the attacking palm strength, the blade trembled, separated the body protection strength, and hit Yang Fan's throat, and the streamer disappeared in a flash.

"Ding……"

The melodious collision sound echoed in the field.

Yang Fan's face showed fear, his body retreated wildly, and there was a red spot on his neck.

If he hadn't woken up in time and relied on his strong cultivation to stop the incoming sword blade, he might have been pierced through his throat just now.

Even so, my heart is still chilling.

And the crisis is not over.

"die!"

Luo Xiuying gained power and was relentless, her body rushed close to Yang Fan, the soft sword in her palm danced wildly like a sinister snake, stabbing wildly, leaving behind many afterimages.

Every sword of hers goes all out.

The sword energy soared, leaving wounds on Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan's strength is like a stubborn stone, while her soft sword is like a drill, constantly plunging inward, trying to penetrate it in one fell swoop.

But the stubborn stone was obviously not willing to let it go, and tried his best to dodge, so that the drill did not go deep in the same place. Although his body was covered with bruises, he could always save the vital points in time.

The giant python spits beads!

Luo Xiuying's beautiful eyes widened, and the source power in her body suddenly exploded, and the attack became more and more fierce.

"Shh!"

"Swish!"

"Bah..."

The sword energy was flying across the sky, and there were many afterimages.

Yang Fan's body retreated violently, and Luo Xiuying's internal strength gradually bottomed out, and the competition seemed to be who persisted longer and longer.

Whoever sticks to the end wins.

And loser.

All will be lost.

On the surface, Yang Fan was absolutely at the bottom, and the situation was precarious, but Luo Xiuying's physical strength was exhausted even faster.

Once the status quo cannot be maintained...

Then,

The situation was rewritten immediately.

a moment.

Yang Fan's body froze suddenly.

"puff!"

The blade pierces the throat.

"Huh...huchi...huchi..."

As soon as Luo Xiuying's body relaxed, her spirit suddenly relaxed, and a large amount of sweat gushed out of her closed pores, which even soaked through her clothes.

After a long time, she recovered and nodded to the figure not far away to express her thanks:

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

"There's no need to fight to the death with a black iron." Zhou Jia paced up and down, his voice indifferent:

"You still have potential to be tapped, and it won't be too late to find your place after you enter the tenth rank. If I hadn't come in time, your chance of winning is no more than [-]%."

If he hadn't influenced Yang Fan with external force just now, Luo Xiuying would not be able to hold on in all likelihood.

"Yes."

Luo Xiuying was ashamed:

"Uncle Zhou's lesson is that I was too trusting."

She was originally full of fear of the black iron, and didn't intend to smash it to death, but seeing that Yang Fan's palm technique was full of flaws, she felt impulsive for a while.

If he was able to kill a Heitie at the mortal rank or ninth rank, such an honor would probably shock the jaws of countless people.

The obsession surged, and the danger was forgotten.

There are indeed many flaws in Yang Fan's palm technique, but he is as strong as a rock, while Luo Xiuying is like flowing water, so it is not easy to break through it?

Every palm of the opponent made her do her best.

How can you accurately grasp the changes in the opponent's moves?

Not impossible.