This sect is going against the sky

"It's just a small God Transformation Realm. I'll do it myself, and I won't bother my father."

Lin Fan was thinking about how to kill people, but he suddenly heard the girl's voice behind him.

As the words fell, I saw that the other party was like a swift civet cat, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to his side.

It directly replaced Beimingyuan's attack.

"Master, this..."

Everyone in the Xuanming God Sect looked at the scene in front of them and hesitated.

Bei Mingyuan waved his hand: "It's okay, let her practice her hands, she will climb to the top of the road in the future, and such experience of leapfrog killing is indispensable."

Beiming Lingyue is the most talented disciple of the Xuanming God Sect for thousands of years, and the whole sect has high hopes for him. Hearing such a reason, everyone shut up one after another.

With Beimingyuan around, even if Beiming Lingyue was really in danger, he only needed to stretch out his hand to resolve the matter.

Lin Fan's figure flashed to the side, and the machete that Beiming Lingyue had just forcibly snatched away had arrived in front of him in an instant.

A burst of white light flashed, and wherever the machete passed, the space was split into cracks.

"For the sake of the fact that this girl is able to use the Dibingben easily, I will give you a good time!"

There was a sneer on the corner of Beiming Lingyue's mouth, and her face was full of arrogance.

Apparently, he felt that it was too much of a shame to lose to such a little-known little guy like Lin Fan.

"It's okay."

The folding fan in Lin Fan's hand twirled lightly, and then hit her wrist.

Before Beiming Lingyue had time to see the opponent's moves clearly, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, her expression changed drastically, and the machete in her hand was also thrown away, just right in front of Ye Qingxue.

"I almost forgot I still have this knife, thank you for reminding me."

Lin Fan calmly said to her.

Beiming Lingyue's pretty face was full of uncontrollable hostility. She knew that her cultivation alone was no match for her. After whistling, she took out a powder bag from her bosom and threw it at Lin Fan's face. , and then retreat rapidly.

The powder packets scattered in all directions, causing smoke and dust to rise all over the place, which well hindered the exploration of the line of sight.

Lin Fan was a little funny, but it just obstructed the line of sight, and it didn't have any effect on the practitioners who used their spiritual sense to detect things.

This little girl looked quite smart just now, how could she commit such a fatal common sense problem at a critical moment.

After waving the folding fan a few times to sweep away the smoke and dust, Lin Fan locked his consciousness on the opponent's position, and when he was about to make a quick decision, a black shadow suddenly covered his eyes.

The sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, and Lin Fan's face changed slightly.

At this moment, a loud and clear eagle's cry sounded.

He looked up, and saw that an eagle the size of a hill had already been slaughtered, and its huge beak was like a pair of canine-toothed sawtooths pecking at his head.

It turned out that everything before was just a blindfold.

Right now is the real killing move!
The folding fan in Lin Fan's hand spun out, like a giant roulette spinning rapidly towards the bird's beak.

With a "clang", the folding fan hit the huge and hard beak, making a loud noise.

The eagle uttered a shrill cry.

The bird's beak was split open, and streaks of blood, like small snakes, dripped down like injections.

The majestic figure of the eagle fluttered in mid-air, looking extremely miserable.

With its movements, the blood was thrown down, like a rain of blood.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air.

The cry sounded for a while before it calmed down.

The eagle soared in the mid-air, its figure was still vigorous, but its pair of red golden eyes had turned into a bloodthirsty red at this moment.

Lin Fan, who was coldly locking the bottom and catching the folding fan again, had a relaxed expression on his face.

It was completely irritated by this human being.

The eagle let out a long cry again, and grabbed Lin Fan with its claws like iron pincers.

Streams of air in the air were separated, and the sound of space being split could be vaguely heard.

Such a strong physical strength, the late stage of the Transcendence Realm.

interesting!
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and instantly saw the opponent's cultivation.

The eagle's huge claws came down with great force, and Lin Fan lightly turned the folding fan in his hand to block it, followed by the sound of space shattering.

The crowing of the eagle suddenly sounded again.

The sound wave swept across the field, and some disciples who were still inexperienced did not have time to cover their ears, and their faces turned pale immediately, their ears and noses were bleeding, and one or two even fainted to death.

The eagle fluttered its wings and flew in mid-air, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity to observe its prey, and was not in a hurry to launch a further attack.

Such behavior, in Lin Fan's eyes, made him frown slightly.

This broken bird was obviously aggressive, but this blow was not painful at all.

As if it wasn't the one who acted so crazy and bloodthirsty just now, how weird it looked.

Could it be that even a broken bird has learned to have intermittent cramps these days?
Wait, this feels a little deja vu.

As soon as the idea came up, Lin Fan instantly sensed something was wrong.

The eagle uttered a loud and high-pitched cry.

The sound wave is as real as it is, sweeping across the field, flying sand and rolling stones, making people feel awe-inspiring.

It leaned over again.

The huge black wings spread out, bringing out bursts of violent hurricanes.

The yellow sand filled the sky, and the world was muddy.

On the eagle's wings, the feathers stood up like bone spurs one by one, and it got out, flying towards Lin Fan like thousands of sword rains.

Lin Fan waved the folding fan in his hand, and a transparent barrier erected in front of him.

"Shhhhhh!"

The feathers landed on the barrier and were all blocked, spreading densely on the ground.

Looking at the majestic figure of the eagle, Lin Fan frowned again.

right here?
Could it be that my inference just now was wrong?

As soon as the thought came up in my mind, another hurricane suddenly hit behind me.

Lin Fan flipped the folding fan in his hand, turned around to block it, but was thrown flying away viciously.

As the hurricane swept past, the previous barrier was torn apart and collapsed directly.

The moment his figure turned around, Lin Fan finally saw clearly that the one who was sneaking up behind him was also a huge eagle.

No, to be precise, it should be the face of the eagle.

It is exactly the same as the eagle in the air, and the breath is also the same.

Is this the vision of the Great Emperor?

As soon as the thought flashed across, Lin Fan vetoed it.

The vision of the great emperor, only by practicing the emperor scriptures, can the image of the great emperor who created the exercises be summoned.

Like himself, the summoned vision is himself.

But the dharma appearance of the broken bird in front of him can only be seen as a rough outline, at best it can be regarded as a phantom dharma appearance.

This is the result of the incomplete exercises created.

If he can perfect his skills in the later stage, and then make up for his own loopholes, there is some possibility of achieving the realm of the Great Emperor.

But even so, it was a narrow escape.