35 Moonfall Samurai

Lin Fan's face was unbelievable. The beam that shot into his body formed a mysterious and complex formula, turned into a spiritual imprint and integrated into his sea of knowledge.

"Heavenly Emperor Nine Cuts, Heavenly Emperor Nine Chops... This is the refinement of the Heavenly Emperor's lifelong Taoism!" After Lin Fan's brief shock, a trace of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, and he calmed down and carefully felt the mark in the sea.

The Heavenly Emperor's nine-zhan, there are only nine types of cutting, breaking water cutting, mountain breaking, Dingfeng cutting, refining God cutting, chaotic empty cutting, broken star cutting, Xuanhuang cutting, chaotic cutting, infinite cutting, the power of moves is one-style domineering, the first six types are tangible cutting, and the last three are invisible cutting, one cutting out, the world is invisible, invisible, silent, all in heaven and earth All laws are determined by me.

Lin Fan was immersed in the nine cuts of the Heavenly Emperor, and a vast door of cultivation slowly opened in front of his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Fan's closed eyes slowly opened, and his body sitting cross-legged, like a heavy mountain, like a calm sea, and like a volcano that has been silent for many years, but in the thick calmness and silence, it seems to contain the domineering of the sky and the earth, the turbulence of the tsunami, and the real fire. Straight up to 90,000 miles of ruthlessness!

Lin Fan sat like that, his face was calm, raised his left hand casually, and seemed to be carelessly diagonally across the void in front of him. A slight fluctuation of vitality blew like a fine wind, silently, and the door in front of him turned into powder and floated in the air.

"Alas, after so many days of enlightenment, I have only cut off the first water and cut it to a small success. If you want to achieve great success, so that your vitality will not leak a little bit, I'm afraid it can't be solved by meditation, but only through battle!" Lin Fan sighed gently, as if he had regret.

Standing up, Lin Fan walked out of the door, looked up at the sun at noon, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what day it is, and I don't know if the challenge of the moon has begun. If you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more. How easy is it to cut off the water? The warriors of the moonfall are just right to be used as a target for practice.

As he was thinking, a gasping voice sounded: "Lin Fan, Lin Fan..." With the voice, Fei Liu ran breathlessly and ran to Lin Fan with his hands on his knees. He couldn't help gasping and couldn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan looked at Fei Liuzhi, who wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and said curiously.

"I...I... I... I just came from the palace martial arts arena, Rong Lao... Rong Lao asked me to come to you..." Fei Liuzhi gasped as he said.

"Have the warriors of Yueluo Kingdom and the monks of the Jingyuan Dynasty have fought?" Lin Fan frowned.

"Two days ago, Mr. Rong sent someone to pick you up at the palace, but it happened that you were in retreat and was stopped by Brother Lei. Today, Yueluo Kingdom has fought with the monks of the Jingyuan Dynasty, but the warriors of Yueluo Kingdom have to say that it is too strong. The people of the Jingyuan Dynasty have lost several games..."

"Okay, stop talking, let's go." Lin Fan frowned and interrupted Fei's six fingers.

Lin Fan already had the intention to fight with the warriors of Yueluo Kingdom. At this time, he heard what Fei Liuzhi said and was even more eager to fight with those warriors.

Fei Liuzhi answered and rushed to the palace martial arts field with Lin Fan.

When he arrived at the martial arts arena, Lin Fanwei looked around and found that Lei Feng and others greeted Rong Qi, who was sitting high, and walked to the direction where Lei Feng and others were, but did not look at Zhu Xi and Zong Li.

"What are you doing in the house these days? Why did it suddenly close down in the Shenfeng Pavilion? As soon as Lin Fan sat down, Lei Feng looked at him curiously.

"Nothing, I just suddenly figured out a problem. You also know that this kind of thing is like a pie in the sky. You don't know when one will fall. Lin Fan smiled faintly, and then turned to the topic and said, "I heard six fingers say that the warriors who fell this month are very strong?"

"Well, it's good, but in my opinion, it's not all the warriors of Yueluo Kingdom. The main reason is that Jingyuan's monks are too useless. Although each of them are dirty and even tendon, but in terms of combat power, they are simply sheep cubs in tiger skin, and they are strong and dry. Moreover, the samurai who fell this month are indeed more ruthless, and they are not ordinary fierce. Leifeng's detailed road.

Lin Fan nodded and turned his eyes to the martial arts arena.

At this time, there was a handsome man in the early stage of Yijin and a dirty warrior of the triple moonfall.

The man's posture was extremely elegant. Between his hands and feet, his gentle and elegant demeanor was undoubtedly revealed. Even in the fight, he showed a calmness. He waved the folding fan in his hand and gently solved the offensive of the samurai of the moon.

And the warrior of the moonlock country, holding a narrow machete in his hands, chopped horizontally and vertically, opened and closed, and faintly exposed a pair of fierce eyes. It seemed that in his eyes, there was not a person in front of him, but a prey.

"Jingyuan should win this time, right? I don't think the samurai of this moonland are the opponent of this man. Lin Fan looked at the field and said casually.

"Hey, that's not necessarily possible. Although the warrior who fell this month is not the opponent of that man in terms of absolute force, hey, you will understand after reading it." Zhu Zhihu showed an unpredictable smile on his face, which was meaningful.

"Oh? Is it?" Lin Fan was stunned and then shook his head and smiled. Zhu Zhihu and others have seen many games here. Since he said so, it will naturally not be aimless, but he is also curious about how the warrior can win a monk whose cultivation is much higher than him.

At this time, the battle on the field has reached a fierce level. The man's figure moved faster and faster. Gradually, the shadow had formed an aperture, which couldn't help patting around the moon-fall warrior, and the moon-fall warrior couldn't help roaring in the aperture. At the same time, the narrow machete couldn't help raising, and black light swallowed in the white light and shadow all over the sky from time to time.

Roar!

Suddenly, a sad roar sounded. Although Lin Fan sat far away, the corners of his eyes still jumped. At the same time, he felt that an evil breeze seemed to blow in the martial arts arena, and then the whole world was filled with a faint smell of blood.

"Oh, it's this move again. It's really a headache!" Lei Feng rubbed his temples and shook his head helplessly.

Huh? What's the matter?" Lin Fan said curiously.

"Look at it yourself. We are all tired of judging ugly people." Situ Goblet's helpless voice sounded.

When Lin Fan heard the words, he fixed his eyes and looked into the field. At this time, the moon-fall warrior had rushed out of the man's aperture and surrounded him. He roared like a demon, blood-stained, and his whole body was full of evil spirit. His eyes were red. A narrow machete in his hand, like being possessed by a mad demon, was fiercely chopped at the man. And go.

The man seemed to have expected it and did not panic. He paused and retreated. Then he looked at the gap of the moon-fall warrior's machete and bullied his body like lightning. At the same time, he folded the fan and waved endlessly, and slapped on the moon-fall warrior.

I don't know how many notes were taken. The moon-fall warrior roared, split out three storm-like knife lights, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Three black lights attacked the man with a slight roar.

The man waved his folding fan and flew to the sky. His white clothes fluttered like a fairy, avoiding three knife lights. With a slight smile on his mouth, he looked at the moon-fall warrior who had fallen to the ground and gasped.

"Concession!" The man punched around, then landed on the ground and walked to the moon-fall warrior. He opened his mouth and stretched forward to pull the warrior up.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the moon-fall warrior who had fallen to the ground. The man's intuition was not good and waited to retreat. The moon-fall warrior, who had fallen to the ground and seemed unable to move, suddenly shouted, reached out to hold the narrow bend that fell to the side, and then jumped up, accompanied by a roar, and the narrow machete was straight. Insert into the man's lower abdomen.

"You...you..." The man looked at the machete in his abdomen, looked up at the terrible face mixed with blood and ferocious smile, stretched out a trembling finger and pointed to the moon-fall warrior, his eyes full of disbelief.

Full of uproar!

The moon-fall warrior didn't seem to hear the sound around him. He didn't even look at the Jingyuan people who stood up and scolded around him. He looked at the man with a ferocious smile and said, "Hey, being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. You don't understand such a simple truth?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and slammed forward, and the narrow machete stabbed a few points again.

Bum!

The man tried his best to lift his vitality, pushed it forward, and immediately shocked the moon-fall warrior out of his feet. At the same time, he quickly operated his vitality and adjusted his body.

"Hey!" The moon-fall warrior showed a cruel smile on his face, dragged the machete and walked towards the man step by step. A few wisps of bloody hair stuck to his blood-stained face, making him look like the legendary Shura.

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

"The little man who can only attack!"

A group of mutiny in the audience stood up and pointed to the moon-fall warrior and scolded endlessly.

"Did I admit defeat at that time?" The moon-falling warrior stopped and glanced at the audience around him coldly, and his indifferent voice spread all over the audience.

The people of Jingyuan were stunned and immediately opened their mouths. Indeed, although the moon-fall warrior was knocked to the ground by the man at that time, he did not admit defeat.

The moon-fall warrior sneered and walked to the man who was trying to heal again: "Hey, my machete, which contains my wild blood, will not be forced out for a while." As he spoke, the Yueluo warrior had walked in front of the man, holding a knife in one hand, and arrogantly pointed to the man and said, "Can you admit defeat?"

At this time, the man was full of anger, and his good intentions actually got such a result, but at this time, he could only look angrily at the person in front of him who had been knocked to the ground before.

"It seems that you are not convinced, very good!" The moon-fall warrior is like a messenger from hell, smiling strangely, and the narrow machete has been raised again.

"We admit defeat." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Lin Fan looked sideways at the speaker. It was Rong Qi.

Rong Qi looked calm, glanced at the audience, and repeated word by word, "We, admit defeat!" After saying that, Rong Qi sat back to his seat and looked at Zhu Xi and Zong Li with a sarcastic look. Zhu Xi and Zong Li heard Rong Qi's voice at the same time: "See? The so-called tolerance and kindness is just such a result.