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"Nine Nether Snakes? No, the body of the Nine Nether Snakes is pure black, but this little black snake has yellow lines on its abdomen, and its breath is also like the Nine Nether Snakes, but it is like the Yellow Spring Cold Snake, and it also has a faint dragon might, I don't understand, I really don't understand, no wonder the beast master called it a strange black snake." ”

The little black snake and Tong Renjing were sent into the room, and Yang Fan controlled the little black snake to the side of the bronze mirror and took a look at the appearance of the body, but after reading it, Yang Fan still didn't know what kind of black snake it was, only knew that the appearance was seven points like nine ghost snakes, but the breath was nine points like the Huangquan cold snake, and what was even more strange was that in the depths of the breath, there was actually a dragon power.

To say, the snake clan in the world belongs to the descendants of the dragon clan, and it is not a strange thing to bring dragon power, but the breath of this little black snake is the breath of the Huangquan cold snake, you must know that the Huangquan cold snake comes from the Huangquan leyline, and it is one of the few pure congenital snakes, and it is definitely not a snake contaminated with the blood of the dragon clan, so Yang Fan will be strange, this little black snake has the breath of the Huangquan cold snake and the dragon power.

This puzzled him.

"That's it, as long as you know that the grade of this little black snake is not low, the most important thing now is to leave this cave. ”

Retracting his mind to observe the little black snake, Yang Fan opened his eyes.

Looking at the warm jade of Huangquan all over the ground, his heart moved, if he brought that little black snake into this cave, I am afraid that it will not take much means to say that it will be one foot long and three feet long.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan grabbed the giant sword behind him and slashed it out.

Under the sword slash, there was an astonishing sound of wind, and countless cold qi that was invisible to the naked eye was compressed into a stream of air currents and shot out, although the sword body did not come with sword qi, but these air currents, but at this moment, had the surname of sword qi.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that this casual sword would actually exert such a powerful power, and when he was about to close his eyes and realize the mystery of the sword just now, he saw a sword light suddenly stabbing at him.

It was the phantom who stabbed with his sword.

It turned out that with Yang Fan's previous sword slashing out, the phantom that was originally standing on one side suddenly emitted a brilliance in his eyes, and then, the sword in his hand moved, stabbing directly at Yang Fan.

"What's going on?"

Yang Fan was startled, his body instinctively retreated, and the heavy sword in his hand was also struck out at the same time.

The sword light flashed in the phantom's hand, and the sword that looked like nothingness was on the heavy sword in the next moment, and suddenly, a strong force passed through the heavy sword to Yang Fan's body, shaking him back a few steps.

But this is not over, the phantom sword succeeded, and without stopping, another sword attacked Yang Fan.

The fierce sword murderous aura came to his face, and the last trace of luck in Yang Fan's heart was gone, he immediately calmed down, went all out, and the heavy sword thundered and blocked in front of him, just on the sword of the phantom.

It was still infinite energy entering the body, shaking Yang Fan back.

Even if Yang Fan was prepared, he still couldn't eliminate the strength on the sword.

Then, another sword.

Yang Fan barely stabilized his figure and blocked again.

That's it, phantom sword after sword.

Yang Fan blocked again and again, retreating again and again, slowly, he began to adapt to this illusory sword move, and, by chance, he could make some counterattacks.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, if it was an ordinary force realm body cultivation, wielding a heavy sword of nearly two thousand catties, even if he had great strength, he would already be lying on the ground, not to mention, the power from the phantom sword was even more terrifying, even if it was an innate martial cultivation, it should not be able to bear it.

But Yang Fan relied on the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart to persevere, not only that, with the movement of the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart, the surrounding cold qi was inhaled into his body at a faster speed, and the pure yang qi in the warm jade of the Yellow Spring under his feet was also transported to his body ten times faster than usual, Yin and Yang merged, quenching bones and refining the marrow, Yang Fan was constantly strong and constantly reborn.

After a hundred moves, Yang Fan became more energetic and stronger the more he fought.

Moreover, a trace of impurities in the body, along with sweat, flowed out of the body, and between Yang Fan was shocked and retreated, he shook his body and fell to the ground.

Soon, a thousand moves passed...... One day, two days, three days passed.

Yang Fan and the phantom fought against each other for three days, and after these three days of fighting, the phantom's sword moves became more and more powerful, but every sword was blocked by Yang Fan with all his strength, and the huge force could no longer force Yang Fan back half a step, either he was dissolved by the situation, or he was guided elsewhere.

The forty-nine styles of the heavy sword in one hand were used by Yang Fan to be supernatural, although he still did not comprehend the true sword intent in it, but in this set of heavy sword methods, Yang Fan had already obtained seven points of true essence.

The practice of sword intent has also reached the point where you can do whatever you want and come easily.

On the contrary, it is a phantom, getting fainter and fainter, and it is obvious that the pure yang qi in the large amount of Huangquan warm jade absorbed by these people is about to be unable to support its existence.

Just then, the phantom stopped.

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he also stopped the sword momentum and looked at the phantom.

"Do you want to absorb the pure yang qi?"

As soon as he guessed in his heart, he saw that the phantom had made a sword move that he had never seen before, and this sword style together, infinite cold air, and forty-nine kinds of sword intent, actually converged into one, condensed on the tip of the phantom's sword.

Fifty in the Heavenly Dao, forty-nine in the Great Dao, and one who has escaped!

In his mind, such a sentence came out inexplicably, and then he saw a snow-white sword light, shot out from the tip of the sword, and rushed straight at Yang Fan.

Hide, can't hide, run, can't escape!

Yang Fan's whole body seemed to be frozen there, unable to move at all, and the only thing that could move was the sword in his hand.

The heavy sword.

Do you want to force yourself to fight to the death?

Yang Fan wanted to ask, but no one would answer, so the heavy sword in his hand moved, not any of the forty-nine style heavy swords, and there was not the slightest attack strength, what he did was only one style, and that was to defend!

Defend yourself from being wounded by the sword.

Hold on to the point and not let that sword kill you.

This is the comprehension between life and death, Yang Fan believes that if he can really block this earth-shattering sword, then he will comprehend a new move, the sword guarding style, and with this move, even if it is a martial cultivation at the peak of the innate peak, he is sure that he can block it with all his strength.

But if he fails, he dies and never exists again.

Bang!

The sword struck on the heavy sword, but it seemed to hit his soul, and it exploded so violently that he almost fainted.

However, his soul absorbed Li Changfeng's remnant soul and swallowed the demon spirit of the Silver Horn Han Python, and his strength exceeded that of ordinary people a hundred times, although this sword was powerful, he still endured it.

When the residual power of this sword was exhausted, his face was pale, and he gasped for breath, but he saw that the phantom shadow had turned into a scattered pale yellow glow, and it had disappeared without a trace, and where it had been standing, Yang Fan raised his eyes and saw that a black book made of unknown was made of it and fell to the ground.

Yang Fan was curious, barely controlled his body, and took a closer look.

On the black book, there are four big characters written: Nine Turns Xuangong.

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