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Goatee's eyes were full of greed, and he rushed towards Lu Fan without hesitation.
At the same time, he also pulled out the long knife at his waist.
Even when he was fighting Zhishan before, he didn't pull out this long knife, but at this time, it came out, which is enough to see that he is determined to win Lu Fan and Cao Xuan.
Lu Fan snorted coldly, and was about to go up to him.
At this time, something cold suddenly appeared in his heart.
"This is my Poyun Sword. Your inner strength is extremely pure, and you have a certain understanding of the sword's intent. You can barely control it."
Cao Xuan's voice sounded beside his ears.
"Poyun Sword!"
Thinking of the unparalleled domineering long sword just now, Lu Fan's heart jumped up with a "boom".
No one can refuse such a magic weapon.
After retracting the flying sword with his backhand, Lu Fan walked forward calmly.
The Poyun Sword has no substance, but it does exist.
"Could it be derived from the sword intent?"
His eyes were changing, but he still couldn't figure it out.
At this time, in Goatee's view, Lu Fan turned out to be empty-handed, without any weapons.
"Little peasant, you are just a piece of rubbish, but you are so arrogant and want to fight me with your bare hands. Isn't this looking for death?"
Goatee smiled sarcastically.
However, Lu Fan ignored him at all and still walked towards him step by step.
"I advise you to show your weapon, so as not to be chopped into pieces by me. Then, you can't blame me!" Goatee continued with a slight glint in his eyes.
Just now the big blue sword in Lu Fan's hand suddenly disappeared, which made him startled, and then he wondered if there was a Qiankun bag on Lu Fan's body?
Of course, in order to get the blue sword in the first place, he still hopes that Lu Fan will take out the sword.
As for Lu Fan's strength, he simply ignored it.
A mere ground-level ants are not worth mentioning in front of him.
At this time, he stopped directly at the spot and looked at the other party with disdain.
"To kill you, I only need one move, so why use a big sword?" Lu Fan came to him and stood still, looking at him indifferently.
"Hahaha! Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise, your words will definitely make people laugh!" The goatee laughed disdainfully.
Immediately, he put away his long knife again, "I'll stand here and let you fight! I want to see how a ground-level ant defeats a sky-level mid-level powerhouse?"
"I advise you to show your weapon, otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Lu Fan said seriously.
"Let's talk nonsense, the patience of this elder is limited, I will only give you ten breaths of time, if you can't defeat me, then follow me back obediently, and then hand over the great sword to me!" Goatee shouted coldly.
"You don't need ten breaths, one breath is enough!" Lu Fan said lightly.
After the voice fell, he stopped talking nonsense.
With a thought, the spiritual power in the dantian poured into the Poyun Sword in his hand.
A milky white light instantly lit up.
Old Cao couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the light expectantly.
"How long can he arouse the sword aura? Back then, when I first got the Poyun Sword, I elicited a sword awn that was nearly a hundred feet long. The master, master, and all the masters were overjoyed, and they praised me one after another. A sword god that is rare to see in a hundred years"
"My God! Lu Fan can also control the Poyun Sword. Could it be that his sword intent has reached the entry level?"
Zhikong knows Poyunjian very well. He knows that if he wants to control such divine swords as Poyunjian, he must have some comprehension in sword intent, at least at the entry level, before he can barely control them.
"I don't know how long the sword glow he can generate? A sword glow of one zhang is the beginning, and a sword glow of ten feet has the potential to become a master of a generation. If it is a hundred feet, it is a sword god. Back then, Cao Xuan had such qualifications!" Kong murmured.
"Poyun Sword?" The faint light in Lu Fan's palm instantly caught the goatee's attention.
Immediately, he said with a cold smile: "Excalibur is not something that can be controlled by just one person. If you don't have the corresponding strength, if you force it, you will be backlashed by the sword energy, and you will die a miserable death!"
Goatee still knows a little about this kind of illusory sword, so he likes Lu Fan's great sword more.
Because, that is an excellent sword.A great sword of heaven and earth that towered into the sky almost occupied his whole mind.
This big sword exuded a strong sword aura from all over its body. In Lu Fan's mind, these sword auras turned into countless small flying swords, densely packed, countless, and almost filled his entire mind.
Although they exude extremely fierce murderous aura, they are very close to Lu Fan's mind, as if they are a part of his body.
He only needs to move his mind slightly, and the sword energy will react accordingly according to his intentions.
Outside, Cao Xuan and others were too shocked to speak.
They had never seen the scene in front of them.
Just now, the hundred-foot-long sword light suddenly rose sharply, and immediately enveloped Lu Fan's figure completely.
The huge sword light soared into the sky, and it was impossible to tell how long it was.
The entire valley was covered by the sword energy of Poyunjian.
Goatee's face was already ashen from fright, and a yellow turbid liquid oozed from his trousers.
In his eyes, the sword light in front of him was like a heavenly sword.
Standing under the divine sword, he is just a small ant.
In other words, it is even worse than ants.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and immediately prepared to flee.
But when this thought came to his mind, countless flying swords flew out of the divine sword instantly.
They pierced through his body at lightning speed.
A heaven-level mid-level powerhouse was poked into a pulp by tens of thousands of flying swords in less than a breath.
At the same time, when his younger brother, the puppet, was about to go mad because he lost control, countless flying swords suddenly appeared in front of it, and then pierced through it (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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