Chapter 1262

The body is like thousands of insects. Just for a moment, Lu fan is pressed on the ground by the endless sword spirit.

These sword spirits, just like one crazy demon cultivation, want to rush into Lu Fan's body.

Lu Fan really didn't understand. Even if he killed him, what would be good for these sword spirits.

But obviously, this is not the time to think about these issues. The priority is to get rid of these damned sword spirits.

Clench one's teeth, Lu Fan suddenly sends out a burst to drink.

Vigorous Qi rushed out, but the sword spirits were only slightly frustrated, and then they accelerated to rush on him.

The terrible power, let Lu Fan whole body up and down, there is no place not painful. The most terrible thing is that these sword spirits seem to have the ability to attack the spirits. They seem to want to destroy Lu Fan's spirit and become an idiot.

Lu Fan shakes his hands and swings out his heavy sword. The flames are all over the sky, sweeping all around him.

Yin and yang are matched with Yang. Lu Fan's sword is a black and white Yin and Yang fire.

If it is true that Lu fan is a demon cultivator, he will be able to howl the ghost wolf he killed. However, these sword spirits only slightly narrowed down, and then continued to rush.

"Great master, keep them away with the power of the spirit. They are only afraid of the power of the spirit. "

At this time, the Xuangong tower in Jiulong makes a sound in Lu Fan's body.

It can't make a sound, because he has already felt that Lu fan is in prison, and then go on like this. Lu Fanzhen is likely to be severely damaged by these sword spirits.

When Lu Fan heard the words of the Xuangong tower in Kowloon, he quickly released the power of the spirit.

"Soul flash."

A gust of wind appeared in the sword tomb, blowing the soul of the sword around.

At the same time, those sword spirits in front of Lu Fan were cut into nothingness by soul flash.

Lu Fan's eyes brightened as long as he found a way to attack these sword spirits. He's not scared.

Reach out for a wipe, vigorous Qi spirit of the power, injected in the non Feng heavy sword.

Immediately, the heavy sword without a front lights up a quiet luster. When it is wielded, it is the death of the soul of the sword.

"The sword is like a dragon, seizing the soul and destroying the soul."

When Lu Fan's wrist turned, the sword suddenly became bigger.

The power of the spirit is transformed into the shadow of the sword, which makes the whole sword look like dozens of times larger.

Once again, there are so many sword spirits killed and wounded.

It's just a sword, and it's hard to kill a piece of open space.

How many broken swords, broken swords, were cut into pieces under Lu Fan's sword.

Immediately, the swords around retreated one after another, afraid to move forward again for a while.

Outside, the disciples of shenhuang even shouted out: "OK."

"Well done."

"It turns out that the sword soul can be cut in this way."

How many shenhuang disciples suddenly realized that few of them really knew how to deal with sword soul.

Because few of them have practiced their own spirits. After all, in this world, there are only a few skills about the spirit.

The three elders frowned and said: "take away the soul and destroy the soul. There is such a strong power of spirit. This Lu Fan Mo is not a demon

The second elder shook his head and said: "not necessarily. Su man, who was with Wu Chen at that time, later went to practice magic. Maybe Lu Fan's moves were taught by Su man. Don't look at her going to the demon cultivation, maybe she has contacts with Wu Chen. "

Sanchang said: "Suman, that's a strong woman. In fact, if she had come to be the patriarch, maybe the Presbyterian council would have agreed. "

Four elders, five elders and others nodded. It seems that they all recall Suman, who had a few moves with the elder.

If it wasn't for her, how could Wu Chen escape unharmed. The elder appreciated her very much, but he could not keep her. At that time, it was said that in order to explore the ultimate skill, Su man went to the magical cultivation and enlightenment, and how many people still feel sorry for it. Among them, there are two elders and others.

Several elders looked at Lu Fan's eyes again, and they were envious.

Lu fan, a young man, is a disciple of Wu Chen, but he can get Su man's advice. Jiuxiao is a chain. Two top experts teach a disciple. It seems that they have really taught.

It's really powerful. No wonder it's also a killing move in demon cultivation.

Lu Fan stood up with his sword, and put some pills in his hands. There's a dilemma ahead. He wants to stay in shape.

"Laojiu, do I have to kill these swords all the time. Is there any way to let these sword spirits leave me alone? "

Lu Fan gasped for air.

Just now, he was a little embarrassed by the attack of the sword spirit. Lu Fan never knew that without his master's sword soul, once attacked, he was so sharp.

No wonder when Lu Fan got the Xuangong tower in Jiulong, Master Wu Chen wanted to give a good warning to Lao Jiu in that way.

As expected, it's like sword spirit. Once the spirit of an instrument attacks, if the power of the spirit cannot be suppressed, it will become a very troublesome thing.

"The great master, in fact, is very simple. As long as you release more powerful spirits or spirits than these spirits, they won't dare to attack you any more. "

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and he heard the meaning of the Xuangong tower in Kowloon. He whispered: "you mean, let me put you out, right?" he said with a smile: "great master. Don't worry, I won't bite you back. Besides, you really need my help now, don't you. "

Lu Fan hesitated, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

This time. He would still like to believe the ninth.

Slowly, Lu Fan released the Xuangong tower. As soon as the shadow of Lao Jiu appeared, all the sword spirits around him immediately retreated.

"Look, great master, I didn't deceive you," said the pagoda proudly. As long as I show up, none of these sword spirits dare to approach. Oh, the power here is so strong. It's a great tonic for our spirit. "

As he spoke, the Xuangong tower in Kowloon began to absorb its own power.

Lu Fan's attention was not on his body, but on the spirit of the sword around him.

In a short time, the swordsmen seemed to feel that the attack was hopeless and they all retreated like the tide.

Lu Fan smiled and said, "OK. Thank you very much, Jiu. I didn't expect that. In the spirit of utensils, you are a first-class existence

"That's the great master. It's not me. These swords still want to move me. They just don't know how to live or die. I...... Why do I float out? "

Before I finished speaking, a shining light group came out of the Xuangong tower in Kowloon and began to wriggle.

"Nine. What are you doing, Jiu? "

Lu Fan wants to reach out and grab Lao Jiu, but suddenly he is bounced away by a huge force. Lao Jiu's light group starts to wriggle.

"Master, save me, great master, save me," cried the old nine

Lu Fan opened his mouth wide. At this moment, suddenly it was dark again. Four clear figures rose slowly from afar.

Two men and two women come like ghosts.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome again."

"The human breath, it's disgusting."

"Artifact remains, man, dead."

"This is the place of death. How can the living stay? They will not leave soon."