Chapter 47 The Last Sword?

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The words settled down, Lin Fan's upper body muscles bulged, and his seemingly small body actually burst out a huge force of millions?

With his muscles bulging all over his body, the snowflakes flying all over the sky were blown away by the strong wind shaken by his muscles before they could touch his body. In an in an all-soon, a vacuum zone without snow formed around Lin Fan.

The people who watched the battle couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this wonder. This accurate use of their own power has brought a lot of inspiration to everyone. It is inevitable that some of the remaining spectators will be lucky. If they are not patient enough to leave with others, wouldn't they not be able to see the next duel?

Just when many people were secretly happy, the sword in Lin Fan's hand suddenly raised, bringing the space shock caused by the burning of a black fire.

"Is this?"

Xiao Xuzi had no confidence in Lin Fan, but when he saw the sword, his face suddenly changed. He stared at the slowly raised sword and muttered, "How is that possible? How can the meaning of the sword change? How is this possible?"

As he said, in the same kind of swordsmanship, the change of sword meaning is basically impossible, just like the sad swordsmanship made by Huangquan against the water. The sword meaning is a sad and sad situation.

But Lin Fan's second sword is completely different from the feeling of death in the first sword just now. If you have to describe it in words, it is vitality, full of vitality. Even the extremely cold snow top of Cangshan Mountain can't hide the huge vitality!

The second type of Heavenly Sword, the Sword of Life!

"Okay, what a lifelike swordsmanship, is this the feeling left to you by the first generation of Tianjian? It seems that the swordsmanship that each generation of heavenly swords has learned is completely different.

Huangquan laughed against the water and tightened the three feet of autumn water in his hand. Against the background of the snow all over the sky, his posture was extremely unrestrained. In this case, I would like to see which of the four-way swordsmanship inherited from the first generation of Tianjian, compared with my desolate gentleman's eternal sad sword, which is the first martial arts in the world!"

At this point, three feet of autumn water and silver light burst, the second sword, the heartbreaking sword move is merciless, cutting through the sky and snow, straight to Lin Fan's three key points. Countless swords that can't be seen with the naked eye flash, as if every sword contains a sad and ruthless taste. This is the second type of sad swordsmanship, desperate!

"Oh, I'm afraid Lin Fan can't stand it now."

Yu Wuxin, who was sitting on Yu Ruyi, suddenly flashed his eyes, his mind was unstable, and the powerful momentum spread out, causing some weak people around him to retreat and look at him in horror.

Fortunately, Yu Wuxin quickly stabilized and looked at the war situation again. In fact, he is also looking forward to whether Lin Fan can really defeat the anti-water Huangquan and defeat the real myth of this long-lasting slaughter.

The sword of life is merciful everywhere, and the sword is alive. Hurt people but don't kill people, defeat the enemy but don't kill the enemy. This kind of sword spirit is in sharp contrast to the ruthlessness of the water.

The aura of heaven and earth, the lonely peaks and the flying snow are all completely chaotic under these two sword lights. Because this power has faintly broken a certain balance and destroyed the shackles of heaven and earth, which is infinitely close to the powerful power of the nine palace masters.

"Drink!"

The sword light collided, and the two shouted in the same voice. At the moment when the long swords met, a trace of grief and sadness appeared on Huang Quan's handsome face against the water, but the sword move in his hand became more fierce, attracting people's lives and showing fierceness.

On the other hand, Lin Fan had a calm and firm face. The sword light in his hand flashed, and the black and silver swords collided. The sound of gold and iron stung the eardrums, and the bright light shone on the sky, clearly reflecting the expression on everyone's face.

With a bang, the anti-water Huangquan was shocked back by half a step under the power of Lin Fan's sword. The already strong body also faintly showed small cracks. The blood stained the white clothes red, dotted on his body like a plum blossom.

Under this collision, the second type of sad swordsmanship actually fell behind!

Moreover, the most shocking thing is that Lin Fan actually hurt the anti-water Huangquan and this slaughter myth with a genius aura!

After slightly injuring the other party, Lin Fan withdrew his sword and retreated, and then stared at Huangquan against the water indifferently. He also did not have any complament. He said slowly, "It seems that I have the upper hand in this sword confrontation."

"Oh, hahahaha, good, good. No one has been able to make me fight so happily for a long time. After Hongchen and Yu Manxiu, you are the most exciting opponent for me. This sword is all for you!"

Huangquan trembled all over against the water, and his laughter was sad and miserable. There was even a trace of hatred in his tone. The heartbreaking sword became more and more fierce, and anyone noticed it. He had completely integrated himself with the sword, and faintly had the ruthless demeanor of Lin, a demeanor who dominated the continent thousands of years ago.

I saw Huangquan shouting sadly against the water, and a sword in his hand was actually a little delicate and gentle, as if he were a gentleman, elegant but full of murderous intent.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and he had been immersed in ** swordsmanship for such a long time, which made his eyesight extraordinary, so he saw that the third sword of the anti-water Huangquan was by no means idle, almost comparable to the prefecture-level spell, and even better!

In the face of this kind of swordsmanship, Lin Fan can no longer hide everything. The black sword in his hand changes, and the sword will move again!

The gray flames rose to the sky, and a fascinating evil breath spread all over the snow peak of Cangshan Mountain, making countless spectators shiver fiercely.

What a ferocious evil spirit this is!

"Sad and deadly, murderous and ruthless!"

Huangquan is the only few people who are not affected by evil spirits. He chants softly, his pace is steady and fast, his sword is connected, and his air is surging.

Lin Fan was surrounded by gray flames, and his momentum rose steadily. The gray mark on his forehead suddenly turned into a ferocious dragon, as if the ancient dragon came, fierce and peerless.

The third type of Heavenly Sword, the Sword of Evil!

Gang!

The two shrines collided with each other. When they were taken back, the back trick stabbed out again without hindrance.

If you don't take the enemy's leader, you won't give up!

"What kind of battle is this?"

Staring at the messy snow top that had been destroyed by the waves emitted by the collision between the two, many people were frightened and unconsciously muttered.

This battle is beyond their understanding. Because the first two sword moves are still equivalent to the powerful existence of mysterious spells. No matter how strange and unpredictable they are, everyone can still understand more or less.

But this third sword has broken through the barrier of the mysterious level, comparable to the ground level!

"Come on, Xiaofan!"

In the light and shadow of the sword, the two figures kept colliding and could not distinguish their identities at all, but the little ones mixed in the crowd had already red eyes and couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin's life is great. Even if he loses this battle, he won't lose his life."

Lin Yanyu touched her little head lovingly, but she couldn't help sighing. Her expression was not as optimistic as her words.

When things have come to this point, they all see that Lin Fan's tricks are exhausted and they are defeated. It's just a matter of time.

Just like the conjecture in the minds of most people, the yellow spring lives up to the name of madness. He is crazy, but he has arrogant capital. Although Lin Fan is already very strong in the eyes of many people, he is still more than a step worse than the Shui Gongzi, who is the first in the butcher domain and the genius myth.

The evil sword dragon is permeated, and the sword is like a demon, and it can do everything. The sonorous sound suddenly sounded in a light and shadow mixed with heavy snow, and the blood light splashed, and someone must have been slightly injured.

The sad sword of the yellow spring against the water can be said to be extremely immersed, very powerful. However, Lin Fan's Type III of Tianjian did not show weakness. The rise of the two fought, which was indistingeable. There was a small shout in the crowd, but it shocked Lin Fan all over, and suddenly showed some flaws. He was caught by Huang Quan against the water and stabbed his arm.

"The evil sword is indeed very strong, but if it is only at this level, it is not worthy of me to use the fourth move at all."

Stabbing Lin Fan, Huangquan's long sword against the water, the indifferent and ruthless voice in his mouth resounded all over the field, and the whole snow top echoed endlessly, and everyone was shocked.

"Sure enough, no one can beat you, Huang Quan."

Yu Wuxin closed her eyes silently, as if she had seen the end of the battle.

Sad sword out, Lin Fan, defeated?

Han Rusheng's eyes are staring at the yellow spring against the water. Although he and Lin Fan have had some misunderstandings, it is undeniable that Lin Fan has kindness to him and must repay him. He is even prepared. If the sword light fades and Lin Fan, who is wrapped in it, loses his life, he will represent the Han family and immediately fight against Huangquan.

Xiao Xuzi sensed Han Rusheng's gaffe and couldn't help sighing and looking at Xiaoxiao.

At this time, Xiao Xiaozao was already crying. She didn't expect that she would experience such a painful life and death when she just found Lin Fan. The strong sadness made her almost faint, but she still waited for the result. She didn't believe that Lin Fan would die. She didn't believe it!

Countless pairs of eyes focused on the blazing sword light, and their hearts beat faster and they were short of breath.

Will this battle really end with Lin Fan's failure?

Among the five four elephant masters, Long Xiang suddenly laughed and was crazy.

"These people have no eyes. Why are you blinded by Huang Quan!? How can the prestige of a generation of heavenly sword be extinguished like this?

"Hmm."

Huangquan closed his eyes slightly against the water and didn't want to talk to the crazy old man Longhua. However, before the sword light floating in mid-air fades, an extremely fierce black shadow lit up in it, shooting in all directions!

"Ferociousness covers the sun, a sword opens the sky!"

With a little indifference, and a flamboyant voice suddenly resounded. Lin Fan's figure hung in the air, and a pair of gray eyes were full of destruction and murder. The long sword wrapped in black fire suddenly raised, pointing to the slightly stunned face.

"If you underestimate my last sword--"

"You should be defeated!"