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Chapter 340 The Magic Sword Shows Its Power(2/2)

His face was pale. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan had such a secret skill. He kicked out seven or eight legs in an instant, and directly shocked him through the magic weapon to conduct power. Even the magic weapon was knocked away.

"Run!"

This is the first idea of ​​a middle-aged Jindan monk.

However, this will only make him die faster.

Yang Fan has Xiangyun Boots, and his speed is at least twice that of him. How can he run away?

Swish!

Yang Fan used the silver light flash technique again, moved to him out of thin air, and the blood-sucking snake whip in his hand silently entangled his body.

"ah!"

The middle-aged Jindan monk's face was pale and traumatized. He was panicked and had been completely bound by the blood-sucking snake whip, his whole body was numb, and his essence and blood power was slowly lost.

"Save me..." The middle-aged Jindan monk asked for help from the purple-haired young man.

However, the glazed cold crystal snake on the shoulder of the silver-armored guard spit out a terrifying crystal ice flame, and the cold air dropped sharply, and suddenly frozen the purple-haired youth's magic weapon. The cold air made his whole body condense into frost, and an extremely cold air even spread to his soul.

Suddenly, his speed dropped drastically, and even his reaction speed was slower.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the silver-armored guards attacked quickly, entangling the purple-haired young man, making it difficult to clone him.

Bang!

Yang Fan smashed the head of the middle-aged Jindan monk with a punch, and asked him to stop calling, and his body was in another place.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Fan restored his magic power and let the blood-sucking snake whip absorb the essence and blood from the powerful Jindan.

Of course, he did not forget to clean up the spoils of war, and the capital of the powerful Jindan is naturally not to be underestimated.

After a while, the purple-haired young man suddenly roared, and a rolling demon cloud rushed over, shocking the silver-armored guard and the glazed cold crystal snake at the same time.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked and he hurriedly joined the battle.

In this way, Yang Fan, the silver-armored guard, and the glass cold crystal snake, fought a shocking battle with the purple-haired young man in the wilderness.

Rumble ~

This battle made monsters from all over the world frightened.

After a hundred rounds, Yang Fan felt that the top-grade spirit stones in the silver armor guards were consumed sharply, so he took them back.

As a result, he was under great pressure.

The cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Pill have much stronger magic power than those in the early stage of the cultivators, and their strength is at least twice as strong.

With the help of the Silver Armored Guard and the Glazed Cold Crystal Snake, Yang Fan could still gain a little advantage, and it would be a little difficult to lose the high-level puppet.

The most important thing is that the purple-haired youth has some understanding of the functions of strange auxiliary magic weapons such as Xiangyun boots and the bloodsucking snake whip, and will not be fooled easily.

"It seems that if you want to kill him, you must use other trump cards or secret techniques."

Yang Fan fought for a while and suddenly withdrew the Xuan Yin Bao Fan.

Swish!

He moved twenty feet horizontally and left the battlefield. He had a strange-shaped magic sword in his hand, about five feet long, with sharp teeth like waves at the front, and the handshake was in the arc of a dragon head.

As soon as this sword was released, it was accompanied by a domineering magic power that soared into the sky.

Swish~~

At this time, the purple-haired youth's attack weapon, the Silver Moon Scythe, came after him in the whistling.

A sharp light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he waved the "Magic Sword" in his hand fiercely, and fought with the Silver Moon Scythe.

Ding ~~

Mars flew everywhere, Yang Fan's body remained motionless, and the silver moon sickle whirled and returned to the master's hand.

The purple-haired young man looked big and a gap about an inch long appeared on the silver moon sickle in his hand.

"Attack Libao!"
Chapter completed!
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