Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1187 The sudden appearance of foreign aid

The strength of a swordsman at the beginning of the Golden Core Stage is just this.

After some probing, Lin Fan had a rough idea of ​​his swordsmanship ability.

In Changtianmen, she always kept her martial arts skills hidden, fearing that Li Chuan and others would notice something. Therefore, she did not have a clear understanding of the results of Le Zhengyuanqing's teaching.

It just so happened that Ling Yichen's appearance was like a pillow specially given to her for her to fall asleep.

In a way, Lin Fan wanted to say "thank you" to him.

Just as she was about to end this boring farce, Ling Yichen finally reacted.

its not right!
He is a Jindan cultivator... Why would he fight with sword skills like an ordinary person? He has spiritual power!

Why Lin Fan's swordsmanship was superior to his was no longer the most important issue for him to consider at the moment. He had to counterattack! He had to win!
The Broken Sky Sword didn't know what was going on, the lightning power hadn't appeared for such a long time. Ling Yichen had to find another way.

Lin Fan changed his gesture and was about to step forward, but found that he couldn't move his feet.

Looking down, she saw the green grass growing wildly and wrapping around her legs, still spreading upwards.

As she lowered her head, vines that appeared from nowhere wrapped around her body, binding her arms tightly to her chest so that she could not move.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan's body was tightly wrapped by grass and trees, which were still tightening.

Ling Yichen summoned his spiritual power and concentrated on dealing with Lin Fan, and the suppression on Shen Xiuyuan and the others, which had already loosened, was directly transferred to a large extent.

"Lin Fan!" Shen Xiuyuan felt his whole body relax, and he immediately controlled the plants and trees around him that could be used by him to come forward to help.

"Oh my!" Du Xingyu jumped out of the carriage, "We need fire! Jingjing!"

Mu Jingjing already had the purple gold hammer in her hand, with one foot on the seat and the other on the broken wall.

She raised the purple-gold hammer high and struck it hard above her head, causing purple-gold sparks to fall down.

Red flames spewed out of Mu Jingjing's mouth. When passing through the sparks created by the purple gold hammer, it seemed as if it had hit something violently explosive. The flames suddenly grew larger, with purple and black lines appearing on them, and almost sprayed the head of Du Xingyu who was standing below.

"I..." Du Xingyu dodged in a hurry, but the wind in his hand did not stop pushing the fire towards the rattan cocoon that bound Lin Fan.

Seeing this, Shen Xiuyuan hurriedly retracted the spiritual power he had just activated.

Fire overcomes wood! Wind helps fire!
The purple gold hammer was made of purple gold, which had the property of absorbing fire. It could quickly condense and purify the free fire spirit energy around it. The sparks dropped during the collision were highly effective combustion aids, which could multiply the power of the flames released by Mu Jingjing.

Yu Sinian stood beside Shen Xiuyuan, turned the fan, and set up several defensive formations in front of the people.

Although it may not be of much effect on the golden elixir, it is better than nothing.

All of them were Dharma cultivators. The only two who could fight were trapped and the other was just in the initial stage of foundation building. They were one level short of strength, so even physical cultivators would not dare to rush in...

What strength! strength!

The fierce purple-gold flame passed over Lin Fan's tree cocoon and headed straight for Ling Yichen.

He slapped his charred collar and took a few steps back in a hurry.

"Great!" Du Xingyu shouted, "Jingjing, light another fire!"

Mu Jingjing held her breath and tried to vomit, feeling as if all the fire in her stomach had been drained out.

"I can't do it anymore," she panted, lowered her head, and whispered to Du Xingyu, "I have to slow down."

As he said this, his legs went weak and he slid down.

She has the fire spirit root, but is a physical cultivator. She has been absorbing and accumulating spirit energy, improving and forging her physique during the Qi Refining stage, and has just entered the Foundation Building stage. Her control and dispatch of spells and spirit power is far inferior to the other three magic cultivators.

Next to her, Shen Xiuyuan hurriedly turned to her side and handed her the pill. Mu Jingjing swallowed it in one gulp, staring straight ahead and began to recover her spirit.

The purple-black flames made the tree cocoons crackle.

Mu Jingjing was worried at first that Lin Fan would be burned, but as she watched the flames gradually weaken and the charred rattan cocoon turned into a hard shell with no signs of destruction, she frowned anxiously.

Can't the foundation-building fire break the golden elixir's wood? "Tsk tsk!" Once Ling Yichen got rid of the sense of crisis, he began to put on his previous arrogant attitude. He put his hands behind his back and walked to the tree cocoon with only a little remaining fire. He sniffed provocatively, "I seem to smell the aroma of meat... Was Lin Fan roasted by you brothers and sisters?"

"You..." Mu Jingjing was so hot-tempered that she couldn't hold it in.

"Don't be impulsive!" Yu Sinian put a hand on Mu Jingjing's shoulder, "Lin Fan has five spiritual roots and his realm is... that's not possible. He is deliberately provoking us."

When their strength is slightly weaker, they can still charge forward with the strength of numbers.

But when the gap in strength is too big, being enraged and losing one's mind is not a good thing for them.

"Yeah," Shen Xiuyuan exhaled twice, advising Mu Jingjing, and also advising himself, "The more times like this, the more you have to stay calm. You have to wait until he reveals a flaw, then you will have a chance to reverse the situation."

Let Ling Yichen reveal his flaws? Just now, he was forced to expose his flaws by Lin Fan, and he was unable to focus on one thing while losing another.

But at that time, they were still trapped and unable to move.

Now he can move freely, but Lin Fan's restraint on Ling Yichen has also disappeared.

Facing the sword cultivator at the beginning of the Golden Core stage, the few people were unable to match him in terms of martial arts or realm. The only way to survive was to defeat him by using wits.

"Reverse the situation?" Ling Yichen sneered, "Just you? Foundation building, foundation building, and foundation building?"

"What are you so proud of?" Mu Jingjing couldn't help but scold, "Didn't you just fight with Lin Fan for so long? She was just practicing Qi. What are you so proud of?"

Ling Yichen's face suddenly fell.

"It seems that my mercy has been misunderstood!" He smiled sinisterly, "Well, in that case..."

After he finished speaking, the Broken Sky Sword suddenly stabbed into the tree cocoon, at the position of Lin Fan's heart.

The moment the sharp blade tip broke through the tough vine surface, flames leapt out from the gap.

"Hmph! Just a mere ..." Ling Yichen didn't care at first, but he didn't expect that the fire would go up along the Duanxiao Sword and somehow stimulate the original lightning element of the Duanxiao Sword.

The electric fire touched Ling Yichen's right hand, making him feel unsure whether it was burning or numb. He subconsciously wanted to let go, but he forced himself to hold back and retracted the sword.

At the same time, a larger handful of flames fell from the sky and instantly ignited the vines.

The vine shell that was originally charred as hard armor shattered into pieces, and a white light flashed. It was Lin Fan who rushed out waving the Qingyin Sword.

"Who?!" Ling Yichen was horrified and looked around while dodging Lin Fan's attack.

Anyone who can exert such power must be a cultivator in the Jindan realm.

"Taixu Palace is performing magic, all irrelevant cultivators must retreat!" Ling Yichen shouted.

He was cornered by Lin Fan's sword and had to be on guard against unknown figures that suddenly appeared.

Lin Fan's posture was light and he pressed forward step by step, which made the people in Changtianmen behind him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tsk!" The visitor spoke with disgust, "I hate you Taixu Palace people the most. You always seek fame and reputation, and do evil under the name of being decent."

Lin Fan paused when he heard the voice.

Ling Yichen took the opportunity to withdraw from Lin Fan's attack range: "You are so arrogant. Who is your master? Do you dare to tell me your name?"

"Since you asked sincerely," the voice in the air suddenly became teasing, "I will mercifully tell you. I am from the Youye Sect."

Ling Yichen was so frightened that his movements inevitably faltered.

When he raised his eyes again, Lin Fan came closer again, holding the sword in his backhand and slashing upward from bottom to top.

Ling Yichen quickly raised his sword to block.

Unexpectedly, there was a "clang" sound, and the hand felt lighter. Then a white light flew up, and fell to the ground with a clear sound.

The Broken Sky Sword was broken by Lin Fan...