A figure walked towards Li Fan from the direction of Jianfeng. This person was eighteen years old and was a disciple of Jianfeng, named Xu Han. Xu Han held a sword in his hand, and the sword energy was cold and chilly. His eyes were also cold, staring at Li Fan. Xu Han was also an orphan. His parents were killed by demons and he was brought to Lishan for training. However, his road was very bumpy. No elders took special care of him. There were many geniuses in Jianfeng disciples, and he had no special advantages. Therefore, he could only work several times harder than others. He raised the sword while others ate and practiced sword while others rested. Day after day, year after year, he finally learned something. Now, he needs an opportunity, an opportunity to go to Jiangu. Li Fan has attracted much attention because of Ye Qinghuang, and it is most appropriate to choose him as an opponent. At the same time, he was a little jealous of Li Fan. Although Lishan didn't like Li Fan very much, he thought that Li Fan got more than these. His master, senior brothers, and senior sisters all took care of him.
This junior brother from Shenxiu Peak has been spoiled far more than others since he was young. Moreover, his senior sister is Ye Qinghuang and his senior brother is Wen Ruyu. Why is this possible? The tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and Xu Han suddenly ran towards Li Fan, with sword energy flowing around him, and the cold air was chilling. Li Fan stood there, as if he felt the chill from the other party, and a gust of wind blew over and surrounded him. With one step, the breeze surrounded him, and his body moved forward like the wind, which was the Qingfeng Jue. "Magic." Everyone saw Li Fan's movements and knew that it was a magic spell acting on him. Xu Han saw Li Fan coming towards him, and he slashed a sword in the air, the cold light was dazzling, and a sword energy slashed towards Li Fan in the air. But Li Fan's body did not stop at all, and he passed by the sword light like a gust of wind and continued to come towards him. Xu Han's body flew up, his sword energy was like the wind, and he swung several swords in an instant. Many sword lights covered the space in front, blocking Li Fan's dodging position. "Bang." Li Fan glared, his body turned into a series of afterimages, moving with the wind, his blood roaring, his body had already appeared in front of Xu Han, and he raised his hand to slam towards Xu Han who was flying and slashing in the air. Feeling the oppression, Xu Han's eyebrows were shining with bright sword light, and his body was flowing with powerful sword energy. A flying sword burst out, and the sword in his hand followed. slashed down. Li Fan's eyes flashed with brilliance, a loud dragon roar sounded, and a golden dragon shadow appeared behind him. He continued to slap his palm forward, as if a dragon roared out. "Bang..." A bursting sound came out, Xu Han's body was knocked out, the sword flew back, the sword in his hand was knocked to the ground, he groaned, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "Martial Soul!" Everyone stared at Li Fan, and saw that the young man stood in the battlefield, his figure still standing straight there. Behind him, a golden dragon shadow surrounded him, which was extremely shocking. "Martial, Magic." The elder Li Shan who was sitting on the stairs looked at Li Fan. In the brief confrontation between the two, Li Fan only made one move, approaching with magic and attacking with martial arts, defeating Xu Han with one blow. Moreover, this young man actually condensed the martial soul?
It seems that his master and Ye Qinghuang have worked hard on this young man, not only to let him live and grow up, but also to let him practice martial arts and magic. Li Fan saluted the injured Xu Han. Xu Han looked ashen, climbed up, and walked down. He probably knew that he would not be able to go to the Sword Valley. At this time, another figure walked out. This person had a burly and domineering figure, as if he was wild. "Lishan, Wuyi Peak Yuchi Hou, please teach me." A terrifying aura emanated from him, and behind him, a huge phantom appeared. It was a huge ape demon, giving people a strong sense of oppression. "Wu Po." Everyone looked at Yuchi Hou. Being able to condense Wu Po at the Grandmaster level must be either a natural talent or a strange encounter. He walked forward, and every step he took made the ground shake, and as his steps accelerated, it was like an earthquake. "Bang..." The ground shook violently, and the other party leaped into the air, like a demon ape, and when he landed, he shot towards Li Fan, extremely wild. Li Fan bent his knees, surrounded by the breeze, and the next moment his body shot up and rushed towards the other party. The two met in the air and punched at the same time. The ape strike technique and the dragon magic bone fist collided and blasted from the air to the ground. The ape roar and the dragon roar came out at the same time, and with a loud bang, the other party's body was smashed out. But Yuchi Hou burst out again in a flash. He took out a long stick from behind him, flew into the air again, and waved the long stick in the sky. A terrifying pressure burst out and pressed towards Li Fan. "Martial intention." Yuchi Hou, comprehended the martial intention. The shadow of the stick danced, and Yuchi Hou swept down. Li Fan's magic power surged, and then he saw golden silk threads burst out from his body and went towards Yuchi Hou who fell from the sky. These golden silk threads were extremely fast, and Yuchi Hou, who was flying in the air, could not dodge. He was directly bound by the spell, and the artistic conception of the stick technique was extinguished in an instant. He roared and broke the golden silk threads with a powerful force, but his arm and the long stick in his hand were still entangled by thousands of threads. Li Fan's body appeared, the dragon roared, and rushed out with Li Fan's fist light, knocking Yuchi Hou's body out in the air and falling in the distance. Li Fan landed on the ground, and Yuchi Hou stood up, nodded to Li Fan, and then turned and left. "Brother Xiaofan is so awesome." Xiaoqi's eyes sparkled in the crowd. "When did this happen? He didn't even tell me. How ridiculous." The young man next to him said angrily, feeling that he was deceived by Li Fan. "Why should I tell you?" Xiao Qi said contemptuously. "Because I am his brother." The young man said confidently. Xiao Qi curled her lips. "Where is your sword?" Just when Li Fan won two games in a row, a voice came from the direction of the main seat of Lishan. It was the old man in black. He had a sharp gaze and a bit of coldness. He stared at Li Fan and said, "Didn't your master teach you the way of sword?" As the most talented swordsman in Lishan, his disciple didn't even use a sword?
Wu, Fa? What is this? Li Fan looked at the old man in black. In terms of seniority, he should call him uncle. The old man in black was called Wu Tong, the old blind man's junior brother, and his real junior brother. Although he didn't know what happened between the two brothers, Wu Tong had always disliked him. At the same time, Wu Tong was also the master of Wuya Peak, one of the nine peaks of Lishan. "Ye Qinghuang, you brought him to participate in the Lishan Sword Test, is it for the Sword Valley?" Wu Tong looked in the direction of Ye Qinghuang and said loudly. "Replying to Uncle Master, yes." Ye Qinghuang nodded: "Li Fan, a disciple of Shenxiu Peak, came to participate in the Lishan Sword Test and asked for a place in the Sword Valley." Ye Qinghuang's voice was very light, but it was as if it was decisive. "Then let me see his sword." Wu Tong said loudly: "Lin Zhao, let him see your sword too." "Yes, Master." A figure stood up in the crowd and walked towards the battlefield. Lin Zhao, in the late stage of the Soul Refining Realm, is the most talented person among the disciples of Wuya Peak in this generation. Among the disciples participating in the Lishan Sword Test, his strength can be ranked in the top ten. "Defeat him and let him go back to practice well." Wu Tong continued. "Yes." Lin Zhao nodded, with a sword in his hand, he looked at Li Fan and said: "Where is your sword?" Li Fan did not answer. "Please teach me." Lin Zhao raised his sword. The next moment, the sword in his hand burst out, flashing with cold light, as if there were stars shining, and it killed in an instant. "So fast..." A thought appeared in the minds of the people below, and Li Fan retreated in an instant, accompanied by the breeze. But the next moment, Lin Zhao held his sword and continued to move forward like a flash of lightning, with the sword pointing directly at Li Fan. Li Fan moved to the side, and saw Lin Zhao's arm shaking, and sword shadows appeared all over the sky. A beam of sword light blocked all directions, bursting out like a cold star. A sword light flashed, and Li Fan retreated to the distance. He looked down and saw a hole in his clothes. Li Fan raised his head and looked at Lin Zhao, only to see that the other party waved his arm, blowing a storm of sword energy in front of the other party, and nine swords crossed the sky. Li Fan looked at Ye Qinghuang in the distance, and saw that the other party also looked at him and smiled at him gently. Li Fan also smiled, his powerful blood roaring, and the dragon spirit surrounded him. His pupils turned golden, and a sword energy emanated from him, and a storm of sword energy also blew up. The sword light flashed between his eyebrows. The next moment, his body moved forward like a sword out of its sheath. There was a thunder explosion, and the magic of the Thunder Art burst out, and beams of lightning struck Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao slapped his palm forward, and suddenly nine swords flew out like a waterfall, like beams of stars. His body also moved with the swords, wandering in the thunder. A loud dragon roar was heard, and Li Fan raised his hand to hit the nine swords, and a golden dragon shadow roared and rushed forward. "Boom boom boom!" Nine swords slammed into the dragon, spinning rapidly, crushing everything, penetrating the dragon's body, and continued to kill Li Fan. Lin Zhao's body jumped up, and his body seemed to move like a sword, like a beam of sword light piercing out. "The sword is here!" Li Fan shouted at the air, and the sword energy around him turned into a sharp sword, clanging. In an instant, the sword moved with thunder, like thousands of lightnings killing down, trying to submerge Lin Zhao's body. The sword energy at the center of Lin Zhao's eyebrows roared fiercely. He swung the sword in his hand, and suddenly a sword curtain appeared, surrounding his body, and beams of thunder sword light fell down and slammed on the sword curtain. "Go..." Lin Zhao's eyes showed a dazzling sword light, and the sword seed at the center of his eyebrows roared out like a star, and a beam of light appeared in the air. "Go." Almost at the same moment, the flying sword at the center of Li Fan's brow also flew out. The two flying swords collided in mid-air, making a sharp sword whistle, and a terrifying tearing sword energy spread around. "I still have a sword." Li Fan shouted, as if to vent the anger that had continued for these years. I saw that there were still swords condensing in the sky, moving with thunder, and slamming on Lin Zhao's sword curtain. Every sword fell like a heavy hammer. Finally, the sword curtain broke and disintegrated. Almost at the same time, a thunderous dragon roar was heard. Li Fan rushed into the air, and a golden dragon moved with the sword and slammed towards Lin Zhao. "Boom boom boom..." The sword and the dragon slammed together. Lin Zhao groaned, the sword flew back, his body was shaken away, he spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then fell to the ground. "Bang!" Li Fan's figure fell not far in front of him, his body bent, feeling a little tired, but his eyes were still shining. Li Fan raised his head and stood straight again, looking at Lin Zhao, and then looking towards the top of the mountain. "My sword is here."