Fantasy: My Female Disciples Want to Kill Me Too Much

Zhang Qifan never thought of it.

The knowledge about the Divine Ability Realm was actually told to him by a demon clan.

Moreover, it is still a weasel demon clan.

The night wind is getting cooler.

In the dark forest, the eyes of the old weasel gleamed green.

It looks so weird.

Zhang Qifan held a sword flower and said softly, "It seems that you are very confident in your supernatural powers?

"Of course, no one knows the supernatural powers better than me.

And no one likes my own supernatural powers more than I do.

Have you figured out how to die?"

The old weasel grinned.

Showing sharp teeth.

Then open your hands.

Countless Spiritual Qi gathered around him towards his thin body.

Zhang Qifan narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, a purple Flying Sword drilled out from between the eyebrows of the old weasel.

Then it flew towards the sky.

The Spirit Power that originally gathered here condensed.

Immediately dispersed.

The old weasel's eyes widened, and his body trembled involuntarily.

After a while, blood bleeds from the eyebrows.

What followed was the old weasel fell to the ground.

"I can't wait."

A middle-aged man with a cold face, 650, walked slowly over the fallen leaves.

by his side.

A purple Flying Sword surrounds him.

This sword is the one that killed the old weasel just now.

And this man, Zhang Qifan also knew.

Xiaoyaomen, Lu Yuanyou!

Seeing his arrival, Zhang Qifan stood with a sword and didn't say a word.

In the end, Lu Yuanyou stopped a hundred paces away from Zhang Qifan.

The cold-faced man looked at each other carefully for a long time.

Then he said softly: "I am Lu Wufa's brother.

What happened to you in Wuliang country is not important.

Lu Wufa died while fighting in the cultivator, because his skills were inferior to others, I don't blame you.

Hear this.

Zhang Qifan said softly: "Oh, according to you, you are a reasonable person.

So what are you doing with me tonight?

Don't tell me you are here to help. "

When he said these few words, Zhang Qifan's voice was very soft, but Sword intent all over his body was like a rushing sea, endless.

It didn't mean to put it away at all.

"help?

Of course not.

Anyway, (dafg) Lu Wufa is dead. My own brother, if you don't ask.

The world will call me cold-blooded. "

Lu Yuanyou lowered his body slightly, closed his eyes and continued: "Some people say that you are in Ascension. But I don't believe it. Tonight, I observed for a long time.

Although not seeing your real Realm.

But I know that you are not Ascension, let alone Nascent Soul.

However, it doesn't matter.

No matter what Realm. Today, I, Lu Yuanyou, want to ask you about the sword.

Even if the outcome is decided, life and death will also be decided!”

As the voice fell, Lu Yuanyou's Sword intent skyrocketed.

He raised his hand to hold the purple sword floating in the air.

He rushed towards Zhang Qifan.

Everywhere he passed, the earth was cut with cracks by Sword Intent.

Zhang Qifan narrowed his eyes slightly.

If you say, Lu Wufa's Sword intent is full of killing spirit.

Then his elder brother Lu Yuanyou's Sword intent was a tyrannical tyrant.

It gives people the feeling of being fearless and fearless.

It makes absolutely no sense!

Such an opponent inspired Zhang Qifan's fighting spirit.

I saw that he didn't dodge or dodge.

Just slowly raise your right hand.

Completely not afraid of the purple sword that is as fast as a fright.

"Boom!"

Lu Yuanyou's momentum was like a rainbow, but ten steps away from Zhang Qifan, he couldn't go any further.

The purple sword seemed to be stuck on an extremely strong shield.

No matter how hard you try, you can't break it.

Lu Yuanyou has served the sword all his life and is extremely sensitive to Sword intent.

He looked at Zhang Qifan in disbelief.

I really didn't expect it.

How could someone use Sword intent to such an extent.

Just raised his hand slightly.

There is such a terrifying Sword intent, standing in front of him.

They are not just defensive.

Sword and sharp weapon.

Lu Yuanyou could clearly feel that Zijian let out a painful cry.

If this continues.

Then this low-grade Lingbao will shatter in front of your eyes sooner or later.

In desperation, Lu Yuanyou retreated back.

But the light on Zijian seemed to be swallowed up.

From the tip of the sword, to the edge of the sword, to the body of the sword.

The purple sword, which had been brilliant just now, had now become the same as the ordinary sword.

There is no more fierce momentum.

Not only that, Zijian also cut off contact with Lu Yuanyou.

A good sword of destiny.

Under the gaze of Lu Yuanyou, he actually slashed back with a sword.

If it wasn't for him dodging fast enough.

Then own right arm is absolutely impossible to keep.

Losing Lu Yuanyou's grasp, Zijian flew to Zhang Qifan's side at a very fast speed.

Around the left and right, bursts of sword sounds were issued.

To see such an incredible scene.

Lu Yuanyou suddenly laughed.

In this regard, Zhang Qifan's expression remained the same.

Raise your hand to the void and hold the purple sword.

It wasn't that Zhang Qifan couldn't hold it.

But he is a person who has a natural aversion to other people's things.

Even this sword has completely surrendered to him.

He also didn't want to hold it with his own hands.

Lu Yuanyou's Purple Sword was like this, and Lu Wufa's Red Dragon Road was even more so.

This move was seen by Lu Yuanyou.

The originally hearty laughter has now become a bit self-deprecating.

It's like, one's own incomparably precious things, usually take good care of.

For fear of bumping into it, it's just the kind of offering.

Now it's in someone else's hands.

People don't even want to hold it with their own hands.

But even so, this thing still has no meaning to come back.

How sad this is.

"I've heard rumors about Wuliangguo.

Some people say that you can control other people's Flying Sword, even the natal sword.

At that time, I didn't believe it, I thought it was you who used some shady means.

Until now, I can see clearly. "

Lu Yuanyou's eyes radiated frantic light.

He said loudly: "It turned out to be the Sword intent! It can't be seen or touched, but it really exists, a powerful Sword intent that can kill people.

Make someone else's Flying Sword abruptly surrender on the spot.

Such ability, Zhang Qifan, you really opened my eyes.

Among all the swordsmen I have played against.

Although you are not the strongest in Realm, Sword Intent is the strongest.

Even, under the powerful Sword intent just now, I wanted to surrender and kneel!",