Chapter 476: The fifth type, the blood of the setting sun

The fourth and seventh chapters, fifth type, blood of the setting sun
"Oh? Show me a look." Bei Lao's eyes flashed, and his heart was extremely restless. Could Xiao Fan really be able to create soul patterns by himself?
Xiao Fan nodded, and then he held a long sword to dance in the void, countless sword marks evolving in the void, and a majestic murderous aura emanated from him.
As the sword marks became more and more and the murderous aura became stronger and stronger, the eyes of Bei Lao and Drunkard were surprised.
Because they found that this sword mark contained not only the meaning of killing, but also the meaning of destruction.
After a while, Xiao Fan finally stopped, and Old Bei was trembling, looking at Xiao Fan and tremblingly said: "Fan'er, this soul pattern, really did you think of it yourself?"
"Yes, I was wondering whether the soul pattern can be integrated with the combat skills, so I created a sword and combat technique, and found that it is really possible, and created this soul pattern map by accident, so I deliberately Come and ask the teacher." Xiao Fan nodded.
"What about your own combat skills?" Before Bei Lao spoke, Drunkard asked without hesitation.
"Not perfect yet." Xiao Fan shook his head. He just had a cone in his heart.
"Perhaps, we can refer to it for you." The drunk man was also extremely surprised by Xiao Fan's talent, combining soul patterns and combat skills, which in a way surpassed him and Bei Lao.
"Okay." Xiao Fan took a deep breath and nodded. Bei Lao and Drunkard are both real masters. With their guidance, he really has to avoid many detours.
Moan!
A clear sword sound resounded through the void, and in Xiao Fan's hand, a Shura sword suddenly appeared, and an overwhelming intent of killing and cutting exploded from Xiao Fan, and the sword intent of destruction filled the entire void.
"Huh!"
When Xiao Fan's aura climbed to a certain critical point, the long sword in his hand trembled, and a light burst, and then slowly spread, looking from a distance, like a Haoyang rising.
As the Haoyang passed, everything turned into fly ash, and even the air was taken out. The terrifying breath made the heart chill.
In the blood-colored Haoyang, there are countless blood-colored sword auras tearing, destroying everything, killing everything. What is strange is that the countless blood-colored sword auras are still arranged in a certain order. Upon closer inspection, they appear to be a soul pattern. Figure.
When he swung this sword, Xiao Fan's face paled slightly. This sword consumed a great deal of him. However, its power was far from being comparable to that of Hong Chen, and even stronger than Heaven and Earth Xiao.
"What's the name of this sword?" The drunkard asked. He was also shocked by the power of this sword. In the middle of the ordinary battle royal realm, he is definitely not the opponent of this sword.
"I originally wanted to be called Xueyang, but I always felt that something was missing." Xiao Fan thought for a while.
"This sword really lacks something. The meaning of killing and destruction is implied in it. Of course, it is extremely powerful, but it consumes a lot of itself. Moreover, it also contains the soul pattern map, which requires strong control and consumes the soul. Power, if it can reduce the consumption of soul power, this sword is really extraordinary.
Bei Lao commented.
He doesn't deny Xiao Fan's talent, but if this blow can't kill the enemy, what he's waiting for is being killed by the enemy. He doesn't want Xiao Fan to die.
"Tui'er thinks so too." Xiao Fan nodded. There is indeed much room for improvement in this sword. Thinking of this, Xiao Fan turned his gaze to the drunkard, hoping that the drunkard could make some comments.
"Old drunk ghost, you know better combat skills than I do. Do you have any good opinions." For Xiao Fan, Bei Lao is now more and more concerned.
The drunk man took a sip of the wine gourd and hiccuped, before he said: "Blood Yang, Haoyang, Haoyang is too full, the ancients said that when the moon is full, you will lose, and when the water is full, you will overflow. , If this blood-colored Haoyang can stay alive, the power may not be so great, but it is estimated that the consumption of yourself will be greatly reduced."
"When the moon is full, you will lose, and when the water is full, you will overflow?" Xiao Fan's heart trembled slightly, as if he had understood something in an instant, he suddenly closed his eyes and entered an ethereal state.
"Have an epiphany?" Bei Lao was dumbfounded, and the drunk man was also dumbfounded. How could they have thought that Xiao Fan's comprehension was so terrifying that he immediately entered a state of epiphany.
In Xiao Fan's body, blood-colored sword aura bloomed, blood-colored sword aura, without the previous publicity, a bit less killing, a bit more restrained, but this restrained did not weaken the power of sword aura.
Seeing this, Bei Lao and the drunk man stepped back quickly, fearing to disturb Xiao Fan, guarding the surroundings to protect Xiao Fan.
"Old ghost, with Fan'er's talent, maybe one day he can help you." The drunkard stared at Xiao Fan with burning eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's not important anymore." Bei Lao shook his head, his expression a little blurred.
"Isn't this the long-cherished wish of your life?" The drunk man looked at Bei Lao in amazement, how could he easily give up on Bei Lao Sheng's pursuit.
The reason why any monk can make continuous breakthroughs is not only for the simple cultivation, but also has the goal he wants to achieve in his heart, or it is called obsession.
If you don't even have goals and obsessions, even if you are extremely talented and want to break through, it will be extremely difficult, and maybe you will stop here for a lifetime.
"There are some things that I can't ask for, but let it go." Bei Lao smiled faintly, and then said: "It's you, but you, the good blood house ignores it, but turns into a beggar, what's the matter?"
"I'm old, it's time to do something that I like to do." The drunk man poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and said indifferently, as if he also looked down on everything.
"That's right, this is not our time anymore." Bei Lao looked at Xiao Fan, his eyes were very calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of hope.
Next, the two were silent, waiting for Xiao Fan quietly.
After almost a day and a night, Xiao Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light burst from his eyes, like two divine swords, piercing the sky.
Hum!
Suddenly, a sword light bloomed from Xiao Fan, and the Shura sword crossed the void, and a setting sun rushed into the sky, and the setting sun flashed away. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Bei Lao and the drunkard thought it was dazzling .
At the moment when that sword was swung just now, Xiao Fan's whole body was pouring out like blood, a bright red monster, and extremely evil.
"The setting sun is like blood, this blow is not as powerful as the previous sword, it is even a bit stronger, and it consumes very little soul power." The drunkard's eyes were bright and he looked at Xiao Fan in surprise.
"More than that, the soul pattern is also turned into a virtual reality, and it is impossible to capture it. Once the enemy is trapped in it, it is difficult to escape. If the opponent does not respond in time, even in the late War Emperor, it may not be impossible to kill with a sword. "Bei Lao added.
"Thank you for the guidance of the two teachers." Xiao Fan also showed a bright smile on his face, and said respectfully. If there is no guidance from the old man and the drunkard, especially if the drunkard wakes him up with a word, he will definitely not comprehend this sword. .
"This sword should have a name." The drunkard smiled.
"The setting sun is like blood, let's call it setting sun blood!" Xiao Fan smiled, he was looking forward to how powerful the fifth type of setting sun blood would be in battle.