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On the Broken Dragon Platform.

The battle between Yang Fan and the little sword god Ximen Piaoxue was really ups and downs, and the high court continued. I thought that Ximen Piaoxue's sword of the gods at dusk would completely ruin Yang Fan, the number one evildoer in ancient and modern times. I never expected that Yang Fan The flesh shell of his body is so abnormal, with the sharpness of the Immortal Pluto sword and the power of Ximen Piaoxue, it can't break Yang Fan's defense, it is abnormal! It's really too change~ state! This defense, some juvenile beasts are nothing more than this.

Just when everyone thought that there was no suspense about the outcome, Ximen Piaoxue's defeat was a certainty. After all, even Yang Fan's defense could not be broken, so there was no talk of defeating Yang Fan.

The mutation rose sharply, but Ximen Piaoxue sneered, "Little beast, if you can force me to use this trick, you can rest in peace under the nine springs!!!"

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"What? Does Ximen Piaoxue have something to hide?"

"It seems that there is still suspense in this battle!!!"

"Good! Good! Good! That's what makes it interesting!!!"

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In an instant, the warriors from all directions were ebullient, and the somewhat sluggish atmosphere was swept away in an instant. All of them stared wide-eyed, fearing that they might miss a detail.

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On the Broken Dragon Platform.

"Die! The sword energy of life, kill the soul!!!"

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"......

Thin and dense, as thick as a cow's hair, the immortal sword energy burst out from the pores of Ximen Piaoxue's body, strangling towards Yang Fan.

These sword auras seem to have little power at all, they are soft and powerless, just like the pine needles that are falling down by the wind, without any lethality.

However, Yang Fan suddenly felt that his defensive power was superior to the best magic weapon, as if he was completely undefended, and he couldn't stop the fine and dense immortal sword energy at all. The wisps of sword energy penetrated into his skin, strangling towards his soul.

"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"......

It seems that every sword qi is forcibly pulling Yang Fan's soul.

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Square stand.

"Fuck, this is Ximen Piaoxue's trump card? Did you make a mistake!!!"

"I've been doing it for a long time, and I'm just playing tricks on mysteries. Who can be killed with just this soft ~ soft offensive!!!"

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and sure enough, this Ximen Piaoxue is just lip service, totally unreliable!!!"

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The disappointment on the faces of countless warriors, what does it mean that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, nothing more than this.

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However, the eight holy land camps.

The sword god Ye Gujue was not surprised but pleased, and stood up from his seat with a huff, "Okay! Good! Good! As expected of my beloved disciple, he has discerned every detail and used his natal sword energy to directly hit the soul of that little beast. No matter how tyrannical his flesh defense is, it can only be reduced to a display!!!”

"Brother Gujue, nephew Ximen is amazing to be able to find the weakness of Yang Fan in such a short period of time!!!" Holy Master Nine Suns pinched his chin lightly, smiled, and looked at the Broken Dragon Platform Yang Fan's gaze is like looking at a dead person. Physical cultivators are physically invincible, but their souls are often their shortcoming. Although Yang Fan is not purely physical cultivator, his cultivation is just a top king. No matter how powerful the combat power is, his soul is not as concise as the real top emperor after all.

"Little bastard, your time of death has arrived!!!"

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The holy camp.

Yue Tianpeng's complexion suddenly changed, damn it, why didn't he think of this, the soul is the foundation of a person, once the soul falls, even if the flesh is unharmed, the only thing left is death.

At this moment, Yue Tianpeng was extremely regretful. He regretted that he did not equip Yang Fan with a top-grade soul defense magic weapon. There are still one or two things about Zongzhi's background.

Unfortunately, it's all over now! ! !

"God bless, Yang Fan, you must hold on..."

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On the Broken Dragon Platform.

"Little beast, if you can die under the sword energy of my life, you deserve to die!!!" Ximen Piaoxue looked down at Yang Fan, like a god who controlled everything, but his complexion was a bit ugly, The white one is a little frightening, the natal sword qi is different from those ordinary sword qi, every ray of sword qi condenses part of Ximen Piaoxue's energy, and at this moment, the natal sword qi is more than tens of thousands, Even a top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue couldn't hold on.

This is the way to kill one thousand enemies and self-damage eight hundred. Even if he can win this battle, Ximen Piaoxue will definitely lose his vitality. Afterwards, he must rest for a while before he can recover.

Moreover, although this move is ferocious, it directly ignores the defense of the flesh shell and kills the opponent's soul, but the disadvantage is also not small. Once the opponent's soul is strong enough, directly strangling his natal sword energy, those who are waiting for Ximen Piaoxue will be severely injured. , the original source is damaged, and if it is serious, it is impossible to say that it will directly become an idiot.

Unless there is no other choice and helplessness, ordinary sword cultivators will not release their natal sword energy like this. This is really a desperate ultimate move that either kills you or kills me.

But at this time, Ximen Piaoxue has obviously been cornered by Yang Fan, and he made a lore sword, but he couldn't even break Yang Fan's defense. If he continues, the only thing waiting for him is to be beaten to death by Yang Fan at the Broken Dragon Terrace For the sake of Yang Fan's advancement, it became the nourishment for Yang Fan's advancement.

Of course, Ximen Piaoxue never thought that he would be defeated. His lore sword would definitely strangle Yang Fan's soul in one fell swoop. A person's energy is limited. Even a seed monster like him can only refine one skill Forget it, since Yang Fan has such a heaven-defying physique, in the past, he must have put his main energy on training his physique, and his soul power must be very weak, far inferior to his flesh shell.

"Huh? Do you want to directly kill my spirit?" Deep in Yang Fan's pupils, a flash of disdain flashed. Ximen Piaoxue's wishful counting cards are good, and with ordinary physical training, it's really possible to fall for him. Dao, it's a pity that he chose the wrong partner, the young master's heaven-swallowing big ~ the law is against the sky, is it something your grandson can imagine?

Other warriors, even if they have comprehended the way of devouring and mastered the profound meaning of devouring, they are often able to devour other people's flesh and blood, true energy, and mana cultivation, but they can directly devour their spiritual power. At this moment, the horror of their own soul power, It is no worse than many quasi-emperors.

If you want to directly attack your own sea of ​​consciousness and kill your own soul, let alone a top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, even those quasi-emperors who specialize in soul attack may not be able to do it.

next moment........

Fortunately, Yang Fan gave up all his defenses, and let the tide-like natal sword energy completely envelop him, seep into his skin, and then, through his own blood, pour into his own sea of ​​consciousness, let it go straight~ hit Huanglong .

There is a saying that it is easy to come in, but difficult to get out.

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between breaths.

Countless natal sword energy poured into Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, billowing like a tide, forming a terrifying world of sword energy in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, Ximen Piaoxue, whose face was as white as paper, finally let out a sigh of relief. The arrogance she just said just now seemed like Yang Fan was doomed, but there was still a trace of uneasiness in her heart. A top-grade soul defense magic weapon, his natal sword energy may not be able to hit Huanglong in an instant, and Shengjizong, as a former martial arts holy place, still has this foundation.

Well now, everything is settled.

next moment........

Ximen Piaoxue laughed wantonly, and there was a hearty feeling of revenge in her voice.

"Hahaha...Little bastard, your time of death has arrived! Now, your sea of ​​consciousness is completely under the control of this seat, and this seat can strangle your soul and collapse your consciousness with just one thought. Hai, hahaha..."

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"It's over! Everything is over!!!"

"God, why are you so cruel, you just gave us hope, and you want to kill it so cruelly!!!"

"What sin did our Saint Extreme Sect do? God, you actually want to treat us like this, woo woo woo..."

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The entire Saint Extreme Sect was wailing, and endless despair completely enveloped their hearts. Many people's minds completely collapsed, and they began to cry out in pity.

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"It turned out to be an attack from the soul, directly beheading Yang Fan's soul, I underestimated Ximen Piaoxue."

"Now the natal sword energy has completely invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, the magpie's nest is occupied by the dove, and Yang Fan's life and death are completely under Ximen Piaoxue's control!!!"

"For a top sword emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, as long as a trace of his natal sword energy enters the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, he can almost destroy the opponent, not to mention a huge amount of natal sword qi, he is doomed! This Yang Fan is definitely Dead!!!"

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At this moment, countless warriors from all directions finally realized that Ximen Piaoxue was not playing tricks like they imagined, but really had the power to turn the tables, and even succeeded in turning the tables. At this moment, Yang Fan's life and death depended entirely on Ximen Piaoxue thought for a moment.

at this time........

Ximen Piaoxue's voice was suddenly cold, and said, "Little bastard, kneel down for me!!!"

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Seven flowers, it should not be so difficult, and sixty flowers, Xiaoyao will add more again.