Chapter 129: Lingering

Chapter One and Two Nine
Outside the Pagoda of Refining the Heart, many cultivators have left, only a few cultivators stayed. After all, they are still in the autumn hunting in Yancheng. The period of January is slowly approaching.
"A few days have passed, why Xiao Fan and the others haven't come out yet, are they really dead inside?"
"Who knows, this ghost place is called the killing space. Why didn't I see any killing? Just this heart-refining tower is still useful, there is no inheritance at all!"
"Don't talk about killing, even the shadow of the soul beast hasn't been seen. It's probably a pitfall! I can't get out of this ruined place now."
The crowd was extremely angry, and everyone was trapped in the killing space. Seeing that the Yancheng Autumn Hunting was about to end, they couldn't do without this ghost place.
If there is a soul beast here, they can still hunt the soul beast to grab the soul crystal, but now they have nothing. Even if they kill everyone, they won't get many points.
"boom!"
At this moment, the heart-refining tower suddenly exploded, and the terrifying air wave rushed in all directions, and the crowd was panicked. The monks who were close to the heart-refining tower were directly exploded by the shock, turning into a burst of blood mist filling the void.
Even though they were several miles apart, they were shocked by the momentum, and other people were thrown off like ants, vomiting blood.
What is killing? What is death? Those who died finally understood the moment before they died.
Slowly, this space began to collapse, and the crowd panicked and screamed.
The most center of the explosion, where the Heart Refining Tower was located, had five figures, but they were all in peace.
No, to be precise, it was six figures. In addition to Xiao Fan and his party, there was also Zhao Wubing. He was originally killing the enemy in the fifth-level illusion. He persisted for several days, but he suddenly woke up.
Zhao Wubing stared at the surrounding movement, his eyes widened with an incredible color. When he saw Xiao Fan and the others, he seemed to have seen a ghost.
How many of them are still on their own? Isn't that the sixth floor? Are the people at Kamikaze Academy really so perverted?
A wind wave blew, and the bodies of several people did not listen to their orders, blowing in all directions, the little witch clasped Xiao Fan's arm tightly, and Xiao Fan smiled.
The opposite Ling Feng opened his teeth and danced his claws, wishing to immediately change his position with Xiao Fan, but he was held tightly by the fat man, which made Ling Feng hate the fat man.
At the same time, Xiao Jin held Fatty's head, which made Fatty almost crazy.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, Xiao Fan and the others could not open their eyes. In the distance, two figures gritted their teeth and looked at Xiao Fan. They wanted to rush up, but they were helpless. The two of them were the two great sects of the Sun family. By.
I don't know how long it took, Xiao Fan and the others slowly lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
"Where is this?" Xiao Fan opened his eyes and found that there was a thin, thin figure lying quietly in his arms. Who else but the little witch.
Xiao Fan called once, but didn't wake up, so she simply let her lie there to sleep. After an hour, seeing the little witch hadn't woke up, Xiao Fan couldn't help but wonder.
"Hey hey hey, it's almost there, my hands are numb." Xiao Fan released her spirit power and suddenly found that the little witch was pretending to be unconscious.
"It's a good night's sleep." The little witch yawned and stretched, as if nothing happened.
"You are sleeping well, but I didn't sleep well." Xiao Fan curled his lips and whispered.
"What are you talking about?" The little witch glared angrily, and Xiao Fan was so scared that he couldn't say anything. The little witch went crazy, but it was not something he could bear.
"He said, he wants to sleep too, since you want to sleep so, let you sleep here."
Suddenly, a yin bird's voice came from behind the two, Xiao Fan and the two suddenly turned their heads, only to find two figures looking at them coldly ten meters away.
"It's you again? It's really a ghost!" Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, and he recognized the person at a glance. Isn't it the Sun family's two great sect powerhouse?
"You have nowhere to escape this time? The old man doesn't cut you off, just take your last name!" The old man with broken arm shouted angrily, and rushed towards Xiao Fan like a hungry wolf.
"I don't have an unfilial son like you!" Xiao Fan pushed the little witch away with a palm, a terrifying murderous aura burst out, and the Shura sword appeared in his hand and cut it out without hesitation.
Blood kill!
A rainbow crossed the sky, and the cold and biting murderous aura made the old man with the broken arm on the opposite side look stiff, and he drew to the side in panic. Even so, the broken arm was rubbed by the sword and blood spurted wildly!
"Killing power? Actually comprehending the legendary killing power, how many people have to be killed!" The old man in Qingpao looked at Xiao Fan in horror.
The masters of the battle sect, the comprehension of combat skills, is far from comparable to that of the battle masters. Even if the battle masters suppress the cultivation base to use the third-rank combat skills, it is far from the battle master's compulsory use of the fourth-rank combat skills.
The gap between this is the potential. Once you understand the potential, the power of combat skills will double and increase, and the third-rank combat skills will be practiced to the point of perfection, plus the potential, the combat strength will be greatly increased.
This is also the reason why Xiao Fan, at the pinnacle of the Battle Master Realm, retreated from the power of the late Battle Venerable and beheaded the cultivators of the middle Battle Venerable.
After comprehending momentum, you can become a master, as long as your soul power breaks through the battle sect realm, you will be a veritable battle sect!
With Xiao Fan's understanding of the situation, as long as his soul power is strong enough, he can break through the battle realm!
"Little bunny, you have attacked me again and again and killed me!" The old man with broken arm was angry, his long sword in his hand was directed towards the sky, his soul power was released, condensed into a sword light several feet long. The blade light whizzed, with an extremely sharp aura.
"Sneak attack?" Xiao Fan sneered. The last time he broke his arm, it was considered a sneak attack, but today, if you shoot yourself first, is it also a sneak attack?
Xiao Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and cut out with a single sword. The killing power and the sword power merged together, and the eruption of the sword light became more dazzling and more frightening.
"Even if you understand the situation, you are only in the Zhan Zong realm, and you will never understand the gap between the Zhan Zong realm and the Zhan Zong realm." The old man with broken arm sneered, and the long sword swept down to kill Xiao Fan. one strike.
"Really?" Xiao Fan's mouth evoked a wicked smile. On his combat experience, he had killed millions in the trial of killing gods. Who could compare with him?
Regarding soul power, the soul power refined by ghost battle souls is the purest soul power, and the meridians are far from comparable to the same level, even in the early stage of the battle realm, they may not be comparable to yourself!
The understanding of sword power and killing power is not weaker than the old man with broken arm.
In summary, Xiao Fan didn't think he was weaker than the early stage of the battle, even in the middle of the battle, he dared to fight hard.
"Break the waves!"
"Total Annihilation!"
The two yelled almost at the same time, the old man with his broken arm slammed down in anger, peerlessly sharp and indomitable.
However, Xiao Fan swung a sword calmly, and countless sword auras bloomed in front of him, like a thousand swords, counterattacking, the speed is so fast, it is rare in the world.
"Just because you want to kill me?" The old man with severed arm sneered, but before the words fell silent, he suddenly covered his neck with a look of horror on his face.
"Just rely on me!" Xiao Fan appeared on a big tree, pulled a sword flower, and looked calmly at the old man with a broken arm opposite.