Chapter 119 The sword is as fast as light
Seeing this trick, Chen Fan frowned slightly. Tiangang Wanjian is Shushan's Immortal Sword Art, which uses his own true energy to condense spiritual energy, turning the spiritual energy into countless invisible flying swords, and the stronger the person who casts the Immortal Sword Art, The more invisible flying swords are condensed, it is said that tens of thousands of flying swords can be condensed in the Nascent Soul realm.
At this moment, the white-haired man's Tiangang Wanjian technique has hundreds of invisible flying swords, and the blade of each sword is shining with a little bit of cold light, which makes people shudder.
"Death!" The white-haired man shouted coldly, and swung the long sword in his hand fiercely at Chen Fan's position. The hundreds of flying swords behind him suddenly shot down like a torrential rain, like a thousand arrows. Fat, the speed is astonishing.
Chen Fan looked indifferent, grasped the sharp sword tightly in the palm of his hand, unhurriedly pulled out a circle of sword flowers, and immediately stepped out of the Jiugong step, the whole person stepped up through the air, and actually faced Tian Gangwan Sword Art head-on with the sword.
"Hmph, looking for a dead end." The white-haired man snorted coldly, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"Five in the middle!"
Swim three times and avoid five, and use the sword to strike!
Chen Fan was at a high altitude, and the majestic Fentian True Qi in his body suddenly gushed out, and the sharp sword was thrown out of his hand, spinning around him at high speed, drawing a purple-golden circle of light, resisting the densely packed Tiangang flying swords.
when! when!
Several crisp sounds came, and Chen Fan seemed to be in the sparks, but he was not damaged at all. He walked through the void calmly, and the white-haired man's Tiangang Wanjian was instantly broken.
Then Chen Fan's flying sword suddenly turned and returned to his hand, a piercing sword sound suddenly sounded, and at the same time Chen Fan's figure disappeared again at that moment.
"Nine sons in a diagonal row!"
A heavy shout came from the void, and Chen Fan's sharp sword suddenly appeared above the white-haired man, slashing towards him with majestic sword energy.
The white-haired man obviously didn't expect Chen Fan to have such a powerful sword art, and his figure could no longer retreat, so he couldn't help raising his sword to forcefully shake Chen Fan.
"Clang!"
"Poof!"
The two swords collided, and after a burst of sparks, the white-haired man was also swept back three steps by the sword, and a stream of blood spit out from his mouth. Forty-nine hours ago, he had slapped himself and spit out a mouthful of blood. Blood came to complete the seal, but I didn't expect to be able to restore it now.
As for Chen Fan's Nine Palaces Sword Art, it was only after he stepped into the Foundation Establishment Stage that he truly exerted the power of the top-grade Sword Art. Previously, he used it in the realm of Qi Training Stage, and it was just a glimpse of the way, but now He used this set of sword formulas, but he has a kind of power that is easy to master. Except for the last three moves, Chen Fan has already mastered these sword moves and the Jiugong step.
After receiving a sword forcefully, the white-haired man's expression turned ugly. He thought that one move of Tiangang Wanjian would be enough to deal with Chen Fan, but he didn't expect not only to be defeated by one move, but also to relapse his old injuries.
"Who the **** are you?" The white-haired man stabilized the chaotic true energy in his body, and stared at Chen Fan with a cold expression.
He did not believe that such a powerful person would be an ordinary Shushan disciple. He felt that the strength displayed by Chen Fan at this level was almost comparable to that of the young genius Xiao Munan back then, and even surpassed it.
"Oh, there are many people who can kill me, but it must not be you." The white-haired man was vigilant this time, and his figure quickly retreated. Then he raised his sword and drew a sword circle towards the dark clouds under his feet, putting himself on the sword in the circle.
"Blood Prison Body Tempering!"
The white-haired man gave a deep drink, and the sword circle under his feet suddenly lit up, and a blood-red filthy aura emerged from the Blood Prison Soul Refining Formation in the dark clouds, filling the entire sword circle directly. It's like standing on a pool of blood.
Afterwards, puffs of red mist rose from the pool of blood, and they crazily drilled towards the pores of the white-haired man's body. In an instant, the white-haired man's whole body was filled with evil spirits, and a faint red halo emanated from his body. The white hair on the head also began to appear a touch of red.
At this moment, the white-haired man no longer looks like a disciple of Shushan. He is completely the devil from the demon sect. He is full of evil spirit, and his strength has also increased by several points.
"Chen Feng, you are destined to die today!" The eyes of the white-haired man were also bloodshot, and as the red mist spread under his feet, his eyes seemed to be overflowing with red light, and his evil spirit was about to reach the sky, while the surrounding world It also seemed to be affected by this evil spirit, and the cold wind began to blow.
"Really?" Chen Fan's tone was incomparably flat. He had heard what the white-haired man said countless times, and those who said those words had already been beheaded by his sharp sword.
"Nine Palaces Dunjia, eight gates are distinct, and the sky is open!"
"The middle is the nine heavens, the gods are the nine earths, and the land is open!"
Chen Fan made it in one go, piercing the dark cloud with one sword, and condensing a white sword out of thin air with the other hand, and slammed it into the ground suddenly.
Boom!
Two huge gossip sword formations suddenly appeared under a huge circle of ripples, and the dark clouds were also washed away a lot at that moment.
"Sword formation? Interesting, but unfortunately it doesn't have any effect on me." The white-haired man grinned sinisterly, his white hair turned completely blood-red at this moment, the long sword in his hand was filled with true energy, and he stepped forward directly. Breaking away from the shackles of the sword formation, he came to kill Chenfan.
From the first day he came into contact with the Nine Palaces Sword Art, Chen Fan already knew that the horror of this sword art did not lie in the power of his sword moves, but in the mystery of his sword formation. People in the gossip sword formation will have their meridians disturbed, and even low-level monks will have their true energy sucked away.
However, the white-haired man he met at this moment not only reached the late stage of foundation establishment, but also possessed a little bit of remaining power from the Blood Prison Soul Refining Formation, so he had already ignored Chen Fan's two gossip sword formations the impact.
"Three Wonders and Six Forms, as far as the Nine Palaces!" Chen Fan shouted again, and suddenly a white and blue sword appeared in his hand.
"Hehe, as I said, this sword array is useless to me, you should die." The white-haired man came with a sword, blood-red hair fluttering behind him, and a terrifying **** aura emerged from his whole body. At this moment, a red sword light burst out unexpectedly.
The temperature of the surrounding world dropped to freezing point in an instant. Wherever the red sword light went, everything condensed into frost, and even the surrounding air was frozen. Only the white-haired man, with a charming figure, had already killed Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.
"Break!" An extremely flat voice came out of Chen Fan's mouth, and immediately the blue and white sharp blade suddenly turned into a beam of light. A blood hole the size of a fist was directly pierced through the man's body.
"Uh..." The white-haired man suddenly heard the sound of someone being choked, and the killing action also stopped suddenly, and his heart was completely annihilated.
"How is it possible... How can light kill people?" After the white-haired man struggled to utter a sentence, he fell down with a face full of unwillingness, and then his body passed through the dense dark clouds and fell directly to the ground below, splashing a pool of blood.
(end of this chapter)