"No, I'm not allowed!"

Fang Xuewei couldn't help but be taken aback when she saw Yang Fan stepping forward to fight.

Yang Fan turned around and smiled at her: "This kind of thing should be left to our men to solve." ”

Fang Xuewei was slightly stunned, then she felt that her face was hot, and she stomped her feet in shame, and was blocked by Yang Fan and couldn't say anything.

"This kid, can't you take this matter seriously?"

While thinking about it, he also forgot about the huge gap between Yang Fan and Na Jin Siming, and did not step forward to stop it.

Seeing Fang Xuewei's blushing face and the performance of a little woman, Jin Siming wanted to go crazy with jealousy, he looked at Yang Fan, his eyes were full of coldness: "Boy, even if you still have a little backbone, but today, you will definitely die!"

With a bang, a spirit sword burst out of the air and flew in the sky, making a trilling sound like a dragon's groan.

"This is the Dragon Yin Sword, the spirit sword ranked three hundred and sixty-seventh in my Spirit Sword Sect, the grade is a spiritual weapon, you ......" Just as Jin Siming was proudly introducing his spirit sword, suddenly, he saw a black shadow rushing forward, interrupting his next words.

Bang!

Yang Fan punched out a heavy punch, but this punch did not hit Jin Siming's body, and a golden light shield blocked his fist.

It's a talisman!

Yang Fan frowned slightly, and smashed it down with another punch.

The golden light trembled, and it seemed to dim slightly, but it was extremely inconspicuous.

"Boy, do you understand the rules, you actually play sneak attack!"

Jin Siming was startled at first, and then became furious.

This guy, he didn't wait for him to finish his words and attacked, after activating his talisman shuttle, he actually punched him, did he think that with his little martial arts cultivator in the acquired realm, he could break his high-grade spiritual weapon?

It's just stupid, too self-conscious!

Fang Xuewei fell in love with such a man, really, really an insult to herself.

"You even showed your sword, and if I don't make a move, do you have to wait until you're done introducing yourself to the cheap?"

Yang Fan said, his fists never stopped.

Punch after punch, a few punches, only to see the golden light flickering, not only did not show obvious signs of weakening, but the power of the counterattack continued to increase, obviously with the increase of the attack, and increased.

This is equivalent to Yang Fan beating himself.

If it weren't for Yang Fan's own physique having been tempered to a perfect level, and he had understood the principle of fist and sword communication last night, and used the method of unloading force, I am afraid that he would have been injured by this shock force at this moment.

"It seems that you can't break this golden light mask with your fists. ”

Sensing this, Yang Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly took a few steps back, distancing himself from Jin Siming.

This retreat, Jin Siming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, although he had a talisman spirit weapon on his body, but he was forced in front of him so closely, punching in front of him, he had no actual combat experience, although he thought that he had a spirit weapon to protect his body, but he still felt great pressure.

Now that Yang Fan retreated, he only had time to breathe, and as soon as the sword was pinched, the spirit sword blocked in front of him, swallowing the sword light, and was about to stab at Yang Fan.

It's just that the black light flashed.

Yang Fan moved his hand first again, only to hear a loud sound, as if there was a sword aura rushing into the sky, he pulled out the big sword behind him, and slashed out at Jin Siming with a sword, but there was a thought of no turning back in his heart, the golden light of the body, the fist could not be broken, what about the sword?

At this moment, everyone focused their eyes on Yang Fan's big sword, and their hearts were full of suspicion, when this sword was not out, although it was on Yang Fan's back, but no one noticed it, even Fang Xuewei, who was standing behind Yang Fan, couldn't help but ignore it, but this sword was cut out, its momentum was like a rainbow, and it attracted everyone's attention in an instant, very mysterious, incomprehensible.

However, Yang Fan didn't notice this, his mind was already all on the sword in his hand, the sword intent was in the move, if he didn't pay full attention, how could he borrow the sword intent to move?

Whew!

Under the sword split, it is like cutting the wind.

If the murderous aura is substantial, the big sword seems to be able to split mountains.

In the face of this sword, Jin Siming was unconsciously, and was distracted by Yang Fan's attack, and his whole body involuntarily retreated backwards, his heart was in turmoil, and the sword duel was naturally chaotic.

Without the attack of the Dragon Yin Sword, Jin Siming only felt like a lamb to the slaughter, trembling with fear.

Clang!

The sword finally hit the talisman golden light in front of Jin Siming.

Whirring countless airs turned into whirlpools.

I saw the dark sword body, squeezing the golden light cover into it for a few minutes, as if it was about to cut through the golden light.

But a moment later, a strong force bounced it back.

This infinite force shook Yang Fan's body, causing Yang Fan's original posture of rushing forward to stop and fly backwards.

Seeing this scene, Jin Siming made up his mind.

"Haha, it turns out that it's just a powerful and powerful virtual trick, boy, you can't even break my talisman spiritual weapon, how can you hurt me?"

Jin Siming stood up and looked triumphantly at Yang Fan, who was shocked, his self-confidence was full at this moment.

"Despicable, you have the ability to take away the talisman spiritual weapon. ”

Fang Xuewei shouted loudly.

Some disciples of the True Martial Arts Sect also looked at it with contempt, a monk in the Jindan period was beaten like this by the Heavenly Body Cultivation, and he could only be immortalized with a high-grade talisman spiritual weapon, and he was still so arrogant, it was really unreasonable.

If he had fought a fair battle with that person named Yang Fan, the sword just now would have cut him off in two.

Seeing everyone's contemptuous gazes, Jin Siming was furious in his heart, he really wanted to take the talisman spirit weapon now and fight with Yang Fan, but when he thought of the sword before, he didn't have this thought.

On the contrary, his eyes rolled, and a smug expression reappeared on his face: "This competition doesn't say that the talisman magic weapon is forbidden, besides, the big sword in that kid's hand is also a divine weapon, if it is really forbidden, what can he say about his sword? Take 10,000 steps back and say, in this world, isn't it whose magic weapon is more than that? If you only talk about cultivation, then you still have a fart, and directly report to the cultivation, who is higher and who wins?"

Hearing this, many people felt that it made sense again.

Only Fang Xuewei gritted her teeth and looked at him hatefully, but she also knew that if it was really a battle of life and death, it was indeed the truth.

Jin Siming saw that these people were shocked, and with a sword duel, the Dragon Yin Sword flew back again, blocking in front of him, making a gentle trilling sound.

"What you said is right, the magic weapon is naturally a kind of strength, today, I will use this sword to cut your talisman magic weapon!"

Yang Fan, who was shocked, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and pounced again.

The dark sword light flashed again.

Clang!

The sword slashed into the golden light, and Yang Fan was shocked back again, but this time, he only took more than ten steps back and stood still, unlike before, flying straight out dozens of meters away.

Clang!

Another sword.

Yang Fan retreated again, and stopped in seven or eight steps.

Chop again, retreat again.

I saw that the force of Yang Fan's backlash was getting smaller and smaller, but Jin Siming felt that the power of the sword slashing on the talisman light shield was getting bigger and bigger, and his heart suddenly panicked.

But he was still arrogant just now, but at this moment, he was not as timid as before, but was pregnant with a fluke mentality, hoping that Yang Fan would not be able to break his protective shield.

"Damn, if I am allowed to control the Dragon Yin Sword, it is not certain who will lose and who will win!"

Clang!

Another sword, each of these swords slashed down, made Jin Siming's heart tremble, he grew in the greenhouse, although he had also killed people and seen blood, but he was protected by someone, and he killed the enemy with a sword from afar.

Otherwise, the strength is extremely weak, or even the existence of ordinary people, where has they experienced such a scene?

Even if he has a spiritual weapon to protect himself, he is so frightened that he can't make up his mind to control the flying sword at all, plus his cultivation is not high, and his control over the high-grade spiritual weapon is not strong, at this moment, he has no backhand power.

Yang Fan became more and more courageous, but he still put part of his mind on the dragon yin sword that was dangling not far away, after all, that thing was also a high-grade spirit sword, and he didn't have a talisman magic weapon himself, as long as he had a sword, he might be able to kill himself.

Although he has a seven-trick exquisite heart, and he is almost immortal, if someone uses a spiritual weapon to crush his heart, or directly beheads him, no matter how powerful the seven-trick exquisite heart is, it will not be able to save him.

I don't know how many swords he slashed, the more Yang Fan slashed, the more he felt handy, and unconsciously, he actually imitated the attack of the phantom.

A sword and a sword.

Forty-nine back and forth.

In the end, Yang Fan actually unleashed the last sword used by the phantom.

The escaped one, the sword of lore.

Crash!

As soon as this sword came out, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had changed color, and in the eyes of everyone, there was no other way to see it, only that sword.

Jin Siming also felt the threat of death, and finally, he closed his eyes, and under this pressure, he actually controlled the Dragon Yin Sword.

Kill me!

The sword duel was unfurled, and the dragon sword suddenly shot towards Yang Fan.

The sword in Yang Fan's hand has become a momentum, and he can't collect the momentum at all, a sword stabbed on the golden light cover, only to hear a snap, and the golden light cover was like smashed glass, shattered.

The Dragon Yin Sword, at this time, stabbed Yang Fan on the back.