The strongest collapse system

Chapter 159 Dispersion
"So strong! What kind of sword technique is this?"

A middle-aged man named Jianpian jumped out of the boat, landed on the water, waded through the water, and rushed towards the night boat, as if walking on flat ground, showing off his extraordinary lightness skills.

Jian Poor, who was born to be greedy for swords, is a barbarian from outside the pass. He has been addicted to swords since he was a child. He searched for famous swords and sword techniques in the world, and became obsessed with madness.But he is insatiable, so far he has not found a sword that can satisfy him, so he became a swordsman without a sword.

In addition, he studied swords, but they were mixed and impure. Although he had learned countless sword techniques, he still failed to establish a sect and achieve his own way of swordsmanship.
"I don't know who's wonderful swordsmanship, you must experience it!"

In just a few blinks of an eye, Jian Pou entered the night boat.

At the moment, there were only five people in the hall of the night boat. Catcher and Wang Fan, left and right vanguards and white-clothed boy Ye Ping, quickly locked onto the target.

While his figure was moving, Jian Poor rushed over like a gust of wind, and suddenly appeared beside the big table where Wang Fan was sitting.Then he kept moving around Wang Fanzhou, looking carefully at every inch of Wang Fanzhou's body with curious eyes.

Wang Fan turned a blind eye, and the old god was sitting there.

Finally after a while, Jian Poor stopped moving, and stood quietly in front of Wang Fan, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Hee hee, Xia Jian Poor! I really want to make friends with you, but I don't know the name of Shaoxia Gao?"

Wang Fan was slightly taken aback, but was a little surprised.

Jian poor doesn't know him, but he knows Jian poor.

He knew that Jian Poor was obsessed with swords and was greedy. At this moment, the Huo Lin sword was randomly placed on the wooden table. It was really strange that Jian Poor didn't snatch the sword because of Jian Poor's character.

"Wang Fan." Wang Fan said flatly.

"Can I have a look at this precious sword?" Jian Poor pointed to the Huolin Sword.

"Of course." Wang Fan nodded.

At this moment, the fire unicorn piece on the fire unicorn sword has been removed by Wang Fan, and it is no longer the infinitely evil magical weapon in the future, but just an ordinary sword, which is not on Wang Fan's heart.

It was only because it was easy to lose control when using the Biluo sword that he used the Huolin sword conveniently.

"Wang Shaoxia is really refreshing." Jian Poor's face was overjoyed, and he immediately stretched out his hand to touch the Huolin Sword, like a thief, which attracted the eyes of Catching God.

However, the fight between Wang Fan and Aotian just now made Catcher deeply understand that this seemingly ordinary boy is a very powerful fighter and does not need his protection.

He came to Nan'an Town and had other important things to do, said hello to the left and right vanguards, and then took Ye Ping and left Buyefang together.

Immediately, only Wang Fan and Jian Poor were left in the hall.

"A good sword, it really is a good sword with unparalleled sharpness. If I read it correctly, this is the broken fire sword, right?" cut down.

"Not bad." Wang Fan nodded again, wanting to hear what the other party had to say.

Although Jian Poor at this moment is full of admiration for the Huolin Sword, there is no trace of greed in his eyes, which is really weird.

"But this sword is definitely not good enough for you!" Jian Poor said surprisingly, "This Fire Lin sword has a deep sleep in its heart, like a puppet, without a soul, lifeless, how can it match your vigor, little brother? "

"This old man is born with the eyes of a sword. You can tell at a glance that you have to give up this fire sword and find another magic weapon, so that your swordsmanship can be improved, otherwise a human sword is not worthy..."

Jian Poor's face was serious, and he said seriously: "If it is light, the sword will be destroyed! If it is serious, people will die!"

"Hehe, since that's the case, then I'll give this sword to you as a reward for your kind words." Wang Fan laughed.

After saying that, he got up and left, not missing the Fire Lin Sword at all.

As a result, Jian Poor was dumbfounded.

In fact, he didn't like the Fire Lin sword at all.

What he just said is half true and half false. It is true that he was born with sword eyes, and it is true that the fire lin sword and sword heart are sleeping, but it is nonsense that a human sword is not worthy, and the sword destroys people and dies.

Jian Poor hurriedly took the Huolin Sword to catch up, blocking Wang Fan's way.

"Wang Shaoxia, wait a minute! I didn't hesitate to give you the gift, but it's not just to covet your sword. Although this Fire Lin Sword is not worthy of you, it is still a rare and good sword, and it is excellent to keep as a treasure." A flattering smile appeared on his face.

"Tell me, senior, what exactly do you want?" Wang Fan crossed his arms and asked with a half-smile.

Jian Poor's heart suddenly trembled, knowing that the other party was not only unrivaled in cultivation, but also not weak in wisdom, so he saw that he had an intention in a moment.

He hastily put the Fire Lin Sword back into its sheath and handed it back to Wang Fan.

"Young hero, please don't get me wrong. This old man is by no means a greedy person. I just hope that the young hero can pass on the sword technique you just used to me." Jian Poor stretched out his hands and waved his face with embarrassment, "If it's inconvenient Never mind."

There was a slight look of fear on Jian Poor's face.

Even though he was an extremely powerful swordsman with sword eyes, he couldn't see what Wang Fan's sword heart was. This had never happened before.

"Why not, the sword technique just now is called-dispersion!"

As soon as Wang Fan finished speaking, the Huolin Sword was already out of its sheath.

Jian Poor only felt the sound of thousands of lights and swords screaming in front of him, he didn't know how Wang Fan drew the sword, he only saw Wang Fan's indifferent expression, the cold light in his hand was shining, and the sword was suddenly shadowed.

Jian Poor let out a terrified roar, stretched out all his strength, put his hands back on his chest, his palm shadows flew, and kept resisting.

Every time the palm of the hand collided with the sword shadow, I felt a powerful attack, and the heavy force was transmitted from the sword body to Jian Poor's palm. Every time he blocked it, Jian Poor would take a step back, as if getting an electric shock, and his whole body was numb.

In the end, Jian Poor couldn't hold on any longer, his hands were so painful that they almost didn't look like his own.

"Is he going to kill me?" Jian Poor was terrified.

Just when Jian Po thought his life was at risk, the shadow of the sword suddenly dispersed.

With a sound of "clang", the Huolin sword has been sheathed.

"How, this is the Huajian faction's most profound sword technique—dispersion, have you learned it?"

Wang Fan looked indifferent, still sitting where he was, as if he hadn't made a move at all.

On the other hand, Jianpong, with a look of loss, stood there blankly, with a complicated expression, including fear and panic, but more greed.

Jian Poor suddenly fell to his knees and shouted, "Young man is superb and knowledgeable in swordsmanship. I am sincerely studying for you. Please teach me all the moves of this set of swordsmanship!"

Jianpoo began to kowtow repeatedly, shouting loudly as he kowtowed: "I kneel down to you and bow to you. Please teach me!"

After knocking his head three times in a row, Jian Poon raised his head, only to find that there was no one in the night boat.

At some point, Wang Fan had already left, together with the Fire Lin Sword.

"Sword moves are free, eclectic, with profound sword intent, straight but not wild, tactful, and sentimental. This is a first-class sword technique. Such a powerful sword technique, I will not give up!"

Jian Poor's eyes shot out.

(End of this chapter)