"I don't think so. Elder martial brother Chang Hao's knife is just a secret of him. If we just use it, it's not good to expose him. Besides, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary. He just used it when he was in danger, and the skill he used was the skill of our Tianying sect. It's not too much."
"That's right. Elder martial brother Chang Hao got this treasure. I guess you're jealous. That's why you're making such a bad decision. If it's not elder martial brother Chang Hao this time, I don't know how many people will die here."
"Anyway, I think that right is right and evil is evil. Since ancient times, good and evil are not compatible. No matter what happens, we should find a way to solve it. The right sects should not use such evil weapons."
These disciples of Tianying sect also began to argue endlessly, and even two factions directly appeared. Some people thought that they should go back to take back this weapon and let the clan deal with it. They used such an evil weapon that they were not ashamed of.
Some people say that it's just a weapon. Although the good and the evil are different from each other since ancient times, the weapon is innocent. As long as you don't practice the evil cultivation, then a weapon is harmless, and it's not surprising.
Zhang Fan took a look at Chang Hao in front of him. His face was cold and he narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that there were other secrets hidden in this guy. If so, what was the secret he was hiding?
At this time, when Chang Hao attacked Dao Lang, he was intercepted by Zhang Fan's cold water sword. He was very upset. In addition, in the battle just now, he strengthened his confidence and even began to ignore everyone.
See Zhang Fan intercept, Chang Hao cold hum a, directly toward Zhang Fan rushed over, long knife whistling between, a black knife gas straight to Zhang Fan's face.
Zhang Fan's figure is in a flash and spreads out directly. For such an attack, it's relatively easy for Zhang Fan to get out of the way. He just needs to show his skill.
However, during the battle, a soft sword appeared in Chang Hao's left hand. This sword can bend and stretch, and the sword spirit also has the power to imprison people.
Everyone around him frowned and looked at Chang Hao in front of him. These two skills almost matched perfectly. If you hit any move, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, Zhang Fan's body method is very flexible, like a loach in general, every time can be very clever to avoid the attack of the other party, does not give him any chance to seize his own.
Chang Hao's attack didn't succeed, so he was more or less impatient in his heart. His move was faster and faster, that is, he wanted to kill Zhang Fan. At the same time, Chang Hao's eyes were red with blood. At first glance, he knew that he was influenced by the evil cultivation weapons. Now he has become very bloodthirsty.
All his movements, Zhang Fan see in the eyes, he can clearly see, this guy must still have hidden, between moves and did not reach the limit, want to rely on such strength to want to be bad for themselves, that's a joke.
Zhang Fan is also observing Chang Hao's moves when he dodges. He thinks that if the other side is just like this, then the battle can be decided quickly.
Thinking of this, the cold water sword in Zhang Fan's hand turned, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly changed. Suddenly, a long dragon of sword Qi rushed out of Zhang Fan's sword edge. In a moment, the long dragon of sword Qi rushed towards Chang Hao.
Chang Hao didn't react for a moment. He was shocked when he saw the sword coming towards him. He quickly took back the black sword and put it across his chest to resist Zhang Fan's sword.
However, Zhang Fan's sword is not so simple. When the sword Qi Changlong bumps into Chang Hao's long black sword, it makes a startling dull sound, and Chang Hao is also knocked out by this sword Qi, which is a little incredible in his heart.
When Zhang Fan picked the long sword in his hand, there was another sword Qi in the sword, which turned into a sharp sword. Moreover, there was a faint white current in the sword. The next moment, he pointed to Chang Hao in the air.
Between one move, Chang Hao didn't react. This second move made Chang Hao even more scared. He quickly waved his long black knife and chopped at Zhang Fan's sword Qi.
Boom
There was another dull sound. It seemed that even the earth was shaking between the battles, and the current in Zhang Fan's sword burst instantly, which directly penetrated Chang Hao's defensive border. Although it would not pose a danger to his life, it would also make him look very embarrassed.
When people around them saw this scene, they were shocked, especially the disciples of Tianying sect. They felt that Zhang Fan's method was too special. What shocked them most was Zhang Fan's realm. In their opinion, Zhang Fan's realm was just a shackle realm, but his strength was basically comparable to that of the Mahayana masters.
"No, I'm wrong. Does that guy really have only shackles? I can't believe that such a plot should have such strength? If he has entered the Mahayana period, won't no one be his opponent? ""Otherwise, there must be something wrong with his swordsmanship. I don't think it's his skill."
"It's hard to say. After all, it can be seen from the battle just now that he seems to be able to control the sword with his own mind. Is this the legendary sword technique?"
"Such a master is really rare. I don't know if elder martial brother Chang Hao is his opponent. We can't help such a battle."
"Help, you think too much. Since elder martial brother Chang Hao took out the black long knife, the battle has been upgraded. So, let's not say it's help. Now all we can do is to hide as far as we can."
Everyone was shocked by Zhang Fan's swordsmanship. There was an incredible look in his eyes. He didn't understand why Zhang Fan had such ability, which really puzzled everyone.
However, for Lu Jiuye and others, Zhang Fan's performance is not surprising. If Zhang Fan is defeated in this battle, that's what they find strange.
At this time, Chang Hao in the distance had become ragged, with his hair scattered and his whole body burnt black. He looked very embarrassed, as if he had changed from a chief disciple to a beggar on the street.