Chapter 414

Step towards the circular open space. Just as you stepped into the circular open space, suddenly, countless sword Qi surged into the sky. The dense sword Qi formed a long sword Qi dragon and began to rush towards the direction of landing Jiuye.

Lu Jiuye had been prepared for a long time. Looking at the sword Qi in front of him, he immediately hit his palms frequently. The confrontation between countless sword Qi and palm wind immediately sent out a shock wave, which spread all around. The sound was huge and deafening.

Although Lu Jiuye knows the power of space and the power of palm wind is really great, these swords are very dense, even numerous and pervasive.

Lu Jiuye was able to block the attack from the east to the west, but he still couldn't stop so much sword Qi. Soon, Lu Jiuye's space boundary had been destroyed, and even the light on the golden armor had been dim. And all this happened in an instant.

At this time, Lu Jiuye had already begun to struggle, almost five steps or so, still a long distance from Zhang Fan.

But being able to get here is the limit of Lu Jiuye. If he continues to move forward, his magic weapon will be discarded. In that case, his life may be in danger.

At this time, Lu Jiuye was very curious. How did Zhang Fan get there? Has his strength risen to such a level? This even made Lu Jiuye feel a little inferior to himself.

In desperation, Lu Jiuye can only retreat back. He sighs to himself in his heart. Looking at Zhang Fan in the distance, he can't help him, which makes Lu Jiuye really regret.

Dao Lang also shook his head and sighed. He was full of helplessness for such things. Looking at Zhang Fan in the distance, Dao Lang's eyes were also full of worry.

For a while, the three men had no way. They couldn't get through this kind of sword Qi. Therefore, they had to wait patiently for Zhang Fan to come back.

In his dream, Zhang Fan and the old man fought for more than 300 confluences, and the sword Qi collided with each other, sending out amazing power.

As for the sword Qi in his body, Zhang Fan is very handy in using it now, and even has reached the point of using it like an arm.

At the same time, Zhang Fan has roughly figured out the opponent's sword moves, and found the fatal weakness of the opponent's sword moves, that is, the sword Qi does not match his sword move attributes. Therefore, from this perspective, such a big contrast between the sword Qi indicates that he must have encountered some trouble when practicing, otherwise, it would not have happened at all The state of the situation.

While fighting, Zhang Fan thought and asked Shi Xian, "do you think there is something wrong with this guy's swordsmanship? His sword move attribute is a little different from his sword Qi. Why does this happen? It's a little strange. "

After listening to Zhang Fan's question, Shi Xian frowned slightly. Although he had a lot of knowledge, it was rare for him to do such a thing. What kind of person would practice a sword technique that is both good and evil? It's almost impossible.

"I also think that this person must have met something in the process of cultivation, otherwise, his swordsmanship would not be like this. However, I am very curious, is it really worth it? However, the sword skill of justice shows the sword spirit of evil, which shows that there is something wrong with this person's mind and nature. " Shi Xian frowned and said to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan thought about it, suddenly thought of something in his mind, suddenly found a good way to defeat this person.

If the opponent's sword moves are positive and his sword Qi is evil, then he is a contradiction. If his sword Qi is assimilated into ordinary sword Qi, it may have a good effect.

After all, Zhang Fan had assimilated and absorbed his sword Qi before in the process of soul understanding the sea, and finally became the sword Qi in his own body. In the same way, if it was dissolved, it would be the way to defeat him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan said to Shi Xian, "I have a way to defeat him."

With that, Zhang Fan immediately flew forward to meet each other's sword Qi, and let the red sword Qi penetrate his body.

Seeing this, Shi Xian was shocked and asked Zhang Fan, "Zhang Fan, what are you going to do? Don't you know it's going to hurt? I have also reminded you that you will die in your dreams. Have you forgotten? "

Zhang Fan laughed and said to Shi Xian, "no, how can I forget what you said? However, in such a dream, it is possible for us to die here, but it seems very difficult for us to get hurt."

After a pause, Zhang Fan took a look at the old man in the fog and continued to say to Shi Xian, "this man's sword Qi is not consistent with his sword technique. If he can refine his sword Qi, then his sword technique will have no power."

With that, Zhang Fan's hands began to seal quickly, and countless sword Qi began to flow along Zhang Fan's meridians, which immediately locked the red sword Qi into Zhang Fan's body, and then began to assimilate.

At the beginning, these sword Qi were still struggling, but soon they had no effect, and finally they turned into ordinary sword Qi.

Zhang Fan looked at his own meridians and found that it was much simpler than before. It seemed that the way he thought of was really feasible.Thinking of this, Zhang Fan quickly approached the old man and came to him in the blink of an eye. Although there were countless red sword Qi penetrating Zhang Fan's body, Zhang Fan didn't care because he had found a way to refine these sword Qi, and there was no injury in the dream.

When he came to the old man, Zhang Fan pointed his fingers together and pointed directly at the old man's chest.

Poof!

Zhang Fan's sword spirit instantly fell into the old man's chest, without blood splashing, but he could feel a kind of deep resentment, which seemed to be with a kind of reluctance in obsession.

At this time, the fog in front of the old man faded away, revealing his true colors. Although his hair was white, there were no wrinkles on his face, which looked like he was in his thirties.

seeing the face of the person in front of him, Zhang Fan was stunned. He thought that the other person was an old man, but he didn't expect that the other person was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

There is a kind of noble spirit in his sword moves, but his sword spirit has a kind of evil spirit. What's the matter? What is he clinging to?

At this time, the middle-aged man also did not move, the figure gradually solidified, just quietly looking at Zhang Fan.