Edgeworth kills!

Yang Fan's instinctive heart shrank, and then he punched out, and hit it with all his strength, right in the middle of the bright silver sword light.

Clang!

The silver sword light was deflected by this punch, but the sharp sword qi still cut Yang Fan's fist into countless small openings, if it weren't for the fact that his current body has become a complete muscle, not only has his strength increased greatly, but the flesh and blood have become more and more condensed, and the texture has increased countless times, now, his fist may have been cut into a blur of flesh and blood by these sword qi, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

"Huh?"

Wang Cong was taken aback, he didn't expect that after two years of not seeing him, a mortal who had been judged by the master to be unable to achieve anything in cultivation would actually be able to get to this point.

His fist can actually block his flying sword?

But then, his face was cold again: "What if I can block the next blow, I can send out a thousand swords, when the time comes, see how long you can block it!"

He pointed at the sword again, and the silver sword light transformed by the flying sword suddenly doubled in size, giving birth to a three-inch sword light, and with a sigh, he pounced on Yang Fan again.

Python entanglement!

This sword is too fierce, Yang Fan knows that he can't take it hard, at the moment, the move in the python dance was used by him, his body twisted, and the whole body was suddenly broken into several pieces, as if in the void, there was really a transparent stone pillar, and he turned into a python, wrapped around it, and just shot the sword light from the gap in the body, penetrating out.

The flying sword missed, the sword in Wang Cong's hand shook constantly, and the flying sword body twisted, like a spirit snake, and reflexively stabbed Yang Fan again.

Yang Fan's figure flashed again.

Wang Cong smiled coldly, the sword in his hand changed, Yang Fan, who had just dodged away, only felt a pain in his waist, and the flying sword swept across with a sword, breaking his flesh and skin, and a sword went deep into three fingers.

Not only that, but the flying sword took advantage of the situation, and it actually wanted to penetrate the body, as if it wanted to break Yang Fan's entire body under the sword.

Yang Fan was shocked, and instinctively slapped the flying sword away.

The python danced several moves, and used them continuously, and his body was like a swimming snake, swimming out and distancing himself from Wang Cong.

"Do you think that after defeating a few puppets that were refined by Senior Brother Xiao Chen, you can fight with me?" Wang Cong smiled proudly: "I'm not comparable to those Blood Demon puppets who only rely on instinct to act!"

At this moment, Yang Fan deeply felt the crisis of death.

At first, he didn't go all out because he was thinking about his old feelings, but now it seems that if he is a little negligent, he will be pierced by the flying sword that is as agile as a snake.

"No, I must win!"

Yang Fan's expression was straight, looking for an opportunity, he knew that if he wanted to defeat Wang Cong, he could only fight in close quarters.

"Since you know that Xiao Chen has cultivated the Blood Demon Technique, he will inevitably cause trouble to Shu Mountain in the future, aren't you worried at all? You have been in Shu Mountain for 80 years, and you must have received the favor of everyone, and now, Xiao Chen's heart is not right, and he will definitely hurt them, do you want to sit idly by?"

Yang Fan's words made Wang Cong stunned.

He thought of Senior Sister Jingyun, who was very good to him, when he was very good, and when he thought of Senior Brother Liu Li, he thought of sixty years ago, when he first went down the mountain to practice to eliminate demons, but he encountered a civil war, and when he was hit by a stray bullet, he stood in front of him and always protected his law enforcement uncle.

Yes, he can't sit idly by, but what can he do now?

"I ......"

Just as Wang Cong wanted to speak, Yang Fan saw his loss of consciousness and suddenly pounced on him.

"Look for death!"

Approached by Yang Fan, Wang Cong was angry and anxious, and the sword finger in his hand was stretched again, and the flying sword stabbed at Yang Fan from behind like a meteor.

But at this moment, Yang Fan didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, but pounced on Wang Cong with all his strength, and the distance between them was only ten meters, and it only took three seconds for him to cross it.

"Die!"

The furious Wang Cong smiled hideously, and the flying sword stabbed into Yang Fan's body with a pop.

Then, with a casual turn of his hand, he was about to use the flying sword to crush Yang Fan's body.

Knock knock!

Yang Fan's heart beat violently.

Python coiled!

The flesh and blood of his whole body suddenly shrank, and his entire body suddenly shrank by one-third.

Wang Cong only felt that the flying sword twisting encountered great resistance, and then he saw that Yang Fan, who had shrunk a lot, swelled violently, and slammed an iron fist straight into his face.

No longer bothering to kill Yang Fan, Wang Cong instinctively wanted to dodge.

It's a pity that it's late.

His face, as if he had been suddenly hit by a speeding car, was smashed on it with a force of more than 6,000 catties.

Bang!

He was knocked out on his back.

Bang!

The silver flying sword that stabbed in Yang Fan's body was pulled out by him and thrown to the ground fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan took a step and walked towards Wang Cong.

Feeling dizzy, Wang Cong shook his head and wanted to get up.

Yang Fan grabbed him by the collar.

As soon as the Blood Demon Skill operated, he wanted to suck out the Blood Demon Seed in his body.

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body was gradually dissipating, Wang Cong suddenly shouted: "No, don't!"

But Yang Fan didn't pay attention to him at all, and continued to operate the Blood Demon Skill, in terms of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, his body was comparable to the world's first Heavenly Spirit Dao body, and Wang Cong was far inferior to him.

Soon, the bloody qi in his body was sucked into Yang Fan's body by the roots.

Knock knock!

The heart beat violently twice, refining this bloody qi, and I felt that the flesh and blood in my body were condensed a little more, and my strength increased a lot, but because I didn't cultivate further, I didn't break through the range of the four grades of the day after tomorrow.

Yang Fan let go of Wang Cong and let him fall to the ground.

"No matter what you think, in my opinion, this is the only way to save you!"

At this moment, Wang Cong, who had greatly reduced his cultivation, looked depressed.

Is there no hope for Jindan?

His fingers moved, and the silver sword light flashed again.

But this time, it was not Yang Fan, but himself.

Yang Fan was already on guard in his heart, and punched out, knocking away the silver flying sword that rushed in.

"Coward, you are a disciple of Shushan in vain!"

Wang Cong was soothed by this soft cry and woke up.

He looked at Yang Fan in a daze, not knowing why he wanted to save himself.

But instead, it suddenly occurred to him that the Blood Demon Seed in his body had been sucked away, and he had gotten rid of Xiao Chen's control, so why did he still do this?

Is there no hope for Jindan?

Hopeless is hopeless, it's better than being controlled by others and becoming a lackey of the demons, life is better than death!

Thinking of this, Wang Cong's face became calm, he looked up at Yang Fan, and suddenly shouted eagerly: "Quick, go to Wutai, there is a large teleportation array on Wutai Mountain, it is going to the cultivation realm, you are too late, I am afraid that you will suffer." ”

"Wutai? due north to east, isn't that there?"

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he ran towards the town.

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