Chapter 85 Death Fight
Liang Yan endured the severe pain and kept thinking.
Seeing that the Dingguang Sword was about to attack again, his right hand, which had been behind his back, suddenly stretched out his finger towards Zhuo Bufan.
I saw him pointing his fingers together into swords, and a blue lightning burst out from his fingertips, whizzing towards Zhuo Bufan. It was his "Thunder Training Technique" that he had mastered to a small degree!
Zhuo Bufan's face showed no color at all. He stretched out his hand and touched the Dingguang Sword, and performed another sword technique.
I saw the sword of fixed light spinning rapidly in the air with the hilt as the center of the circle, and wisps of moonlight flowed out, turning into a full moon!
The full moon stood in front of Zhuo Bufan, and the thunder and lightning from the thunder technique suddenly came and hit the full moon transformed by the Dingguang Sword, making a loud noise. Then the thunder and lightning dissipated, but the full moon still floated in the sky, emitting silvery white light.
This fixed light sword was given by Zhuo Bufan's uncle, and it can absorb the power of the moonlight for his own use. When fighting with others, you can cut gold and break stones if you advance, and you can defend one side if you retreat. It is really a rare treasure.
Although the thunder technique produced was the power of heaven, Liang Yan had only cultivated to the level of Xiaocheng. Secondly, it was just ordinary thunder caused by spiritual power. It was not one of the famous gods in the world. Thunder, of course, cannot break Zhuo Bufan's Moonlight Sword.
However, Liang Yan did not expect this blow to hurt the enemy at all. The moment he shot out the thunder, he stamped his feet on the ground and ran towards Zhuo Bufan. At the same time, golden light flashed in his right hand, and he held He punched him with a punch, which was the "one punch phase" of Hunhun Kung Fu.
Liang Yan's Hungry Kung Fu has reached the entry-level level. As the saying goes, the image comes from the heart. He no longer needs to make any gestures and can exert the power of the Dharma image with just a few movements of his hands and feet.
Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes, changed the sword formula in his hand again, and pointed his finger towards Liang Yan.
The full moon in mid-air dissipated instantly and turned into a wisp of silvery moonlight again, leaving an afterimage on the spot and shooting towards Liang Yan.
Liang Yan's right hand's golden light remained unchanged, and he still attacked Zhuo Bufan with "one punch". At the same time, he turned slightly sideways, and the light blue light flowed on his left hand, drawing a circle in front of him.
The speed of the fixed lightsaber was extremely fast, and it was in front of Liang Yan in an instant, piercing directly into the blue stream of light in front of him.
The blue stream of light was like a chicken or a dog. It was scattered with one blow. The fixed light sword only paused for a moment, then illuminated the moonlight again and stabbed forward.
"What!"
Liang Yan was shocked. He had been practicing the "Uncertain Mind Technique" for a long time, and he had become extremely proficient in this technique. In the past, when facing an enemy, no matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, as long as he took away the aura and sharpness, the power would be greatly reduced. This method can be said to have been tried and tested.
When he used it now, he didn't expect to completely neutralize the sword's power. He just wanted to hinder it slightly to avoid his own vital points. Unexpectedly, this flying sword was so powerful that it could break the magic with the sword and shatter his Confucian spiritual power into pieces.
However, although Liang Yan was frightened, he twisted his waist in mid-air and put on a weird pose, barely giving way to a crucial position. At the same time, there was still a golden light on his right hand, attacking Zhuo Bufan with "one punch".
He now fully understands the power of sword cultivator, and also knows that its attack range is extremely wide, within ten feet, it is a sure-kill range. If you want to win a chance of survival, you can only fight with them at close range regardless of your own safety.
“Pfft!”
The fixed lightsaber slashed across his left chest, leaving a long and narrow wound, and the faint sound of ribs breaking could be heard. Liang Yan gritted his teeth and endured. He came to Zhuo Bufan and punched him with his right fist.
Zhuo Bufan's expression changed slightly, he reached out and threw out a bronze mirror from his storage bag.
The bronze mirror was stained with rust, and the surface of the mirror was even more turbid. It looked like it was old and could no longer reflect anything. However, the bronze mirror flew into the air, spun around, and a giant black hand stretched out from the mirror, making a fist and punching it forward.
boom!
The two fists intersected, making a loud noise.
I saw Liang Yan's right hand glowing with golden light, advancing forward unscathed, while the giant black hand was like a dead tree, broken into pieces inch by inch. Finally, Liang Yan punched the mirror, and the bronze mirror was broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.
However, the energy of Liang Yan's punch had been exhausted, and Zhuo Bufan took the opportunity to tap his toes on the ground and retreat backwards. The distance that was finally closed was pulled apart again.
"Who is your kid? You can actually practice both Buddhism and Confucianism at the same time?" Zhuo Bufan looked surprised, and he was no longer as calm as before.
However, Liang Yan had no intention of answering. He held back the heartbreaking pain in his chest and rushed towards him again.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you don't answer!" Zhuo Bufan said with a fierce look on his face: "Wait until I kill you, then I will slowly study the secrets in you!"
He said the sword in his hands With a pinch of Jue, he wanted to recall the fixed light sword to defend against the enemy.
Unexpectedly, Liang Yan suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the recalled Dingguang Sword when he was halfway running.
“Boy, you are looking for death!”
Zhuo Bufan's face turned stern, and the sword techniques in his hands changed. The fixed light sword in mid-air also turned into a thorn and stabbed towards Liang Yan. Liang Yan's whole body glowed with golden light, and he pushed the Hunhuang Kung Fu to the extreme. He faced the Dingguang Sword with his right fist, and he actually wanted to catch the sword forcefully!
Seeing that the fist and the sword were about to intersect, he suddenly raised his left hand, and a small mahogany box flew out from his sleeve.
The small wooden box exploded in mid-air and turned into red clouds all over the sky. But the next moment the red clouds dissipated, and thousands of fiery red flying needles shot towards Zhuo Bufan.
The sword cultivator concentrates on practicing swordsmanship, and eighty-nine percent of his magical powers are based on this flying sword. Liang Yan knew very well that if his flying sword was at his side, it would be impossible to hurt him at all, so his defense was at its weakest only when his flying sword was used for offense.
He had already risked serious injuries to destroy his protective spiritual weapon the previous time, in order to deliver a sure-kill blow at this time.
Liang Yan roared angrily and punched the Dingguang Sword. The cold light on the Dingguang sword was strong, and it stabbed at him mercilessly.
“Pfft!”
The fixed lightsaber broke through the heavy golden light, pierced through his right fist, and came out from his right shoulder. Liang Yan groaned, and the blood in his arm exploded. Even with his temperament, he couldn't help but scream, and fell from the air.
However, the Dingguang Sword was blocked by him, and it was already too late to rush back to the savior. At this time, thousands of red needles had arrived in front of Zhuo Bufan. He had a look of panic on his face and quickly backed away, but how could he outrun the flying needles?
Seeing that Zhuo Bufan was about to die, a white worm suddenly emerged from the skin of his chest. This worm had no eyes, nose, or ears, and only had a mouth. It looked quite scary.
It rushed out from Zhuo Bufan's chest, flew into the air and squeaked. The red needles all over the sky were possessed by no one knew what possessed them. They suddenly changed their directions and shot towards the worm, turning it into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye.
The worm fell from mid-air, rolled on the ground, screamed a few times, and then stopped moving.
At this time, Zhuo Bufan's face was pale, the Confucian scarf on his head was long gone, his long hair was disheveled, and his legs were trembling, as if he couldn't even stand still.
The most bizarre thing is that his cultivation, which was at the peak of the seventh level of Qi training, has dropped to the fifth level of Qi training, and his breath is extremely unstable, and it seems that it will drop again at any time.
"What a good Junior Brother Liang!"
Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't expect that I underestimated you before, and you actually destroyed the 'Replacing Tribulation Gu' that I cultivated with my own essence and blood, causing me to be poisoned. Backlash! "
Liang Yan was lying on the ground at this time, not even having the strength to stand up. He stared at Zhuo Bufan for a moment, and despair surged in his heart.
"What kind of technique is that? There is absolutely no such secret technique in the Yixing Pavilion Sect!" This was Liang Yan's last words. Questions that come to mind.
However, Zhuo Bufan obviously had no intention of answering. He held a sword secret in his hand and the light-fixing sword roared, as if he was eager to avenge his master.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the empty square,
"Huh"
This voice was very strange, as if it was directly imprinted on the hearts of the two of them. It sounded like someone had just woken up and stretched in the dark.
Zhuo Bufan looked alert and shouted loudly: "Who is it!"
Who is who, who is who
The square was empty, no one answered, there were only extraordinary echoes.
Zhuo Bufan looked panicked, but Liang Yan looked weird.
At the moment when the voice sounded, the fanatical desire that had been suppressed in his heart gradually emerged again, and this time was unusual. No matter how he used the technique, he could not turn it out. Press down.
“Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
"Kill, kill, kill!"
It was as if ten thousand people were whispering in his ears.
Liang Yan was startled, and when he suddenly looked back, he saw many people surrounding him. These people were men, women, old and young. They all had evil looks on their faces and stretched out their right hands to shake Liang Yan's right hand.
Liang Yan's already disabled right hand was dragged up slowly by them. When he lowered his head and looked down, he was shocked to realize that there was a bloody butcher knife in his right hand!
(End of this chapter)