God level negative second generation

What a beautiful girl!

Yu Fan couldn't help but thought.

After losing the cover of the veil, Feishuang's appearance finally appeared in front of him.

Feishuang is very beautiful, she looks like she is in her twenties, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sandalwood mouth and Qiong nose.

The clothes are better than snow and not stained with dust, and the blue hair dances as if wanting to ride the wind to go home.

There is a bit of heroism on her body, but she can't hide her tenderness as a woman; her face is full of coldness and aloofness, but there seems to be a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

At this moment, she frowned slightly, a little unhappy because of the damage to the veil.

Seeing a flame containing violent fluctuations in spiritual power floating in front of Yu Fan, he had no choice but to get serious.

"You actually mastered the wind and fire technique, I underestimated you."

She pressed her hands and interrupted the qin music that was about to reach its climax.

"Why..." Yu Fan was a little puzzled. Seeing her aura, it should be that the song became more and more powerful at the end, why did it stop suddenly?

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Feishuang touched the head of the piano with one hand, and spit out power from his palm.

There was only a "chuckle" sound, and a bright light flashed from the head of the piano, which was held by her with one hand.

"You are very strong, worthy of my real ability." Feishuang said.

His cold face was full of seriousness.

She pulled out her right hand, and slowly pulled out a sword from the belly of the piano.

The sword was only two feet five in length, the hilt was ice blue, and the blade was almost transparent, looking like a work of art.

The blade is less than two fingers wide, thin and sharp, the cold air overflows, and the ice mist rises, exuding infinite sharpness.

"The sword is hidden in the harp." Yu Fan shrank his pupils, felt the huge spiritual power contained in the sword, and couldn't help but said, "What is this?"

Feishuang stepped down, floated out of the piano platform, and landed on the original screen, standing four or five meters away from Yu Fan.

She put the sword across her chest, and said: "This sword is called 'Zhan Zhiyin', and it is a middle-grade spiritual treasure. Brother Dao, be careful!"

After saying that, she leaned forward, breathed out her true energy, and swept her sword towards Yu Fan.

Her strength is already very strong, coupled with a good sword, the deterrent effect can be imagined!

Yu Fan didn't dare to touch it head-on, and drew back quickly, and at the same time took out a palm-sized Eight Diagrams Mirror from his bosom.

"Fortunately, I made preparations earlier, otherwise today would be really troublesome." He secretly said.

True essence was poured into the gossip mirror, and the mirror became more than a foot in size, floating up and hanging behind his back.

Feishuang raised his sword and pursued, the sword light spewed out, and a wisp of cold mist rushed towards his face.

Yu Fan thought about it, and the gossip mirror behind his back shot out three feet of golden light, swallowing up the cold light and dissipating it.

At the same time, he made a tactic with one hand, and the true fire of Samadhi floating in front of his chest split into three lines of fire, which turned into fire pythons and entangled Feishuang from the left, middle and right sides.

"Amazing mirror!"

Feishuang couldn't help saying in surprise when he found that his attack had dissipated into nothing.

When the fire python appeared, she did not panic. She shook her jade hand, and a jade bracelet appeared on her left wrist. Immediately, her surroundings were shrouded in icy mist, and her figure became blurred.

The fire python bumped into the ice mist formed by the magic weapon and made a "chi chi" sound, but it did not cause any substantial damage.

"This is the Tianwei Bagua Mirror, and it is also a middle-grade spirit treasure." Yu Fan explained.

Without stopping, the natal real fire swelled and turned into a brilliant golden color, forming a three-petaled flower.

One of the petals fell off, separated, and rose to a size of ten feet in the wind, burning the surrounding gauze curtains, tables and other things to ashes in an instant.

The golden flame petals rolled towards Frost.

Feeling the astonishing heat from the flames, Feishuang didn't dare to use the "Mist Dew Frost Bracelet" to resist, and swung the spirit sword "Zhan Zhiyin", shooting out more than ten streams of cold mist sword energy in an instant.

The sound of scoffing was endless.

Driven by Feishuang's unreserved true energy, the cold sword energy forcefully forced Yufan's Samadhi Golden Flame petals back.

A few wisps of sword energy came out, leaving bottomless holes on the wall.

"What a sharp sword move!"

Yu Fan said in surprise.

Originally, he was worried that Samadhi Jinyan would be too domineering and would hurt the woman, but now it seems that he was too worried.

At the moment, he didn't keep it any longer, the flame flower shook in the air, and the remaining two petals also flew out, turning into a size of ten feet.

Three huge petals surrounded it from three directions, and the huge heat had already ignited most of the things in the room.

The air was distorted by the high heat, and the icy mist around Feishuang's body was also compressed and shrunk, gradually dissipating.

Seeing the petals encircling, there is no way for Feishuang to retreat.

She bit her lower lip, turned her heart horizontally, and lightly stroked the blade of Zhan Zhiyin with the index finger of her left hand, leaving a few drops of blood behind.

The sword absorbed her blood and a large amount of true energy in an instant, and the light on the blade shone brightly, and the cold air grew a bit stronger.

"Slay your bosom friend, go!"

Feishuang knew that even if he shed more blood, he might not be able to suppress all the real flames of Samadhi, so he chose to take the risk.

Following her soft scolding sound, the Zhan Zhiyin sword took [-]% of her true energy and flew out as a cold glow!
puff!
The flame petals were pierced instantly.Feijian's castration continued unabated, and he took Yufan's right arm to control the fire!
"So fast!"

Feijian's speed was so fast that Yu Fan had no time to get out of the way to dodge in his haste, so he could only urge the gossip mirror to defend with all his strength.

A golden light was projected from the gossip mirror, and a half-foot-sized Taiji diagram formed in front of him, blocking the flying sword.

噗

The flying sword pierced through the Taiji Diagram, and the speed dropped by [-]%, but it still continued to move forward.

Taking advantage of this moment of delay, Yu Fan tried his best to move away from his position.

With a whistling sound, the flying sword flew past him and disappeared into the wall behind him.

Although he didn't directly stab him, the sharp sword light still tore through his clothes, leaving a not-so-shallow wound on his upper right arm.

Moreover, the area around the wound was quickly frozen purple, and many blood-colored ice crystals condensed.

"I was actually injured..."

He couldn't believe it.

I have been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and I don't know how many times I have fought with people. This is the first time I have been injured to the point of blood.

And it's still under the protection of the Zhongpin Lingbao Eight Diagrams Mirror!
This woman named Feishuang is more than twice as strong as Lin Duetian!
Just in case, he endured the pain in his arm and continued to manipulate the flames to complete the encirclement, wrapping Feishuang's entire body.

The terrifying high temperature forms a closed space, and the heat inside it is not much worse than that of a volcano!

"Stop! I'm defeated."

A few seconds after the flames closed in, Yu Fan heard Feishuang's urgent voice.

Under the scorching heat of the real fire, she could only urge the Wulu Frost Bracelet to resist with all her strength, resisting at ten times the speed of the consumption of real energy, so as to ensure that she would not be burned to death.

But at such a speed of true energy consumption, she couldn't last long at all, so she could only admit defeat.

Yu Fan didn't hesitate, as soon as he heard her voice, he immediately put away the Samadhi Golden Flame, retracted the flame petals, and took the natal real fire into his mouth.

Although she was wounded by her flying sword, Yu Fan knew in his heart that the sword she just used was just to save herself from the siege, and had no intention of killing him, otherwise the flying sword would not be pointing at his right arm, but his head .

Reciprocate, Feishuang didn't kill him, and he wouldn't kill him either.

After the flames dissipated, Yu Fan saw Feishuang panting, and the white clothes on his body were soaked with sweat at some point.

Most of her mana was used on the flying stab of the sword, and almost all the remaining power was used to activate the magic weapon to resist the heat. At this time, her true energy was short, and she was a bit reluctant to stand.

"are you OK?"

Yu Fan clutched his injured right arm, circulated his true energy to disperse the icy energy from the wound, and walked towards Feishuang.

Sweat dripped from Feishuang's delicate chin, panting for breath, raised his eyes to look at him, and replied, "Of course not..."

Before she could utter the word "obstruction", she suddenly felt exhausted.

Then his eyes went dark, and he fell limply.