Supreme Killer

Chapter 268 Comprehension

Xiao Fan was shocked with a bitter smile on his face. Originally, he thought he had obtained the endless battle spirit and let the endless battle to recognize the master. This was his big secret, and he didn't expect Guo Shichen to know it long ago.

It’s just that Xiao Fan’s doubts were that Guo Shichen was talking about the endless battle spirit or the endless battle art. The endless battle art only recorded the first six levels, only allowing him to cultivate to the peak of the war king.

The four layers behind are missing, and he needs to keep searching.

As for the Infinite Battle Soul, Xiao Fan has not really used it so far. This is his big hole card, and Xiao Fan doesn't know whether the Infinite Battle Soul is defective.

"Is it just a little bit?" Xiao Fan constricted his mind and looked at Guo Shichen wonderingly.

"Yes, that inheritance was shattered back then, scattered all over the Battle Soul Continent. What you get is only most of the inheritance." Guo Shichen nodded.

"Then why did this inheritance appear in the Shenfeng Academy?" Xiao Fan wanted to ask, but in the end he still didn't say it. Guo Shichen seemed to have been evasive and reluctant to mention certain things.

It seems that his strength is too low, Xiao Fan said in his heart.

"By the way, Xiao Fan, did you get a fierce knife, can you show it to me?" At this moment, Uncle Fu, who had been silent, suddenly said.

Xiao Fan nodded, and when he explored his hands, the murderous knife appeared in his hands, a tyrant, **** breath rippling out, and there was no wind or waves in the other courtyard.

"What a fierce knife, it's a pity that the material is a bit poor, and it can barely be regarded as a seventh-rank top-rank soul soldier." Fubo took the massacre in his hand and flicked it lightly, and the ferocious aura disappeared completely.

This action caused Xiao Fan's pupils to shrink slightly. He knew the ferocious aura on this fierce knife, and he did not expect to be suppressed so easily by Uncle Fu.

Moreover, he always thought that the rank of the fierce sword slaughter was not under the Shura sword, and he never expected that it was only a seventh rank soul soldier.

Seven-Rank is already so, what about 8-Rank? If Slaughter can advance, wouldn't it be more domineering and powerful?

Thinking about it makes Xiao Fan's blood boil!

"With this knife, it's easy to reveal your identity. Give me a month and I will deal with it for you." Fubo said again, his tone undeniable.

Xiao Fan just wanted to refuse, but when he saw Fubo's caring eyes, Xiao Fan was silent.

"You kid doesn't know the blessing in the blessing, so I'm not afraid to tell you that Uncle Fu is an eighth-grade casting master." Guo Shichen patted Xiao Fan on the back of the head unhappy.

Xiao Fan looked at Fu Bo, the 8th-Rank Foundry Master in horror, which was incredible.

"Okay, you go and do your thing first, isn't there still a year left in the trial of killing the king? I believe your kid will not let us down." Guo Shichen has already started driving people.

Xiao Fan couldn't help rolling his eyes. He hadn't gotten his admission ticket yet. That would have to be victorious in a row. One year is too short.

"The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation." Xiao Fan secretly gritted his teeth and left the hospital.

The murderous knife slaughter is handed over to Fubo. This period will take a month, so he will not waste it.

Yun Luoyu had already arranged a place for Xiao Fan and the others. When he returned to the other courtyard, Fatty and Yingfeng had been waiting for a long time.

"Lao San, are you going to Dali?" The fat man asked weakly, his expression a little confused, that place, he once fell miserably.

Xiao Fan nodded, and if he wanted to participate in the Trial of Killing the King, he had to get an admission ticket, and the battlefield of life and death was only available to the Emperor.

"You should already know who I am?" The fat man took a deep breath.

Xiao Fan still nodded. He didn't know what Fatty was saying, but he knew what Fatty was worried about. He immediately said intently: "In any case, you are my second brother. If anyone dares to deal with you, I will be with him. Desperately!"

"Haha, it's enough to have you." The fat man laughed, "Don't worry, I am a native of Dali Capital, and I won't let you suffer. When are you going to get up?"

"It's still more than a month." Xiao Fan still didn't tell the fat man about his participation in the trial of killing the king, for fear that he was worried.

"Okay, then this month, we will all improve our strength." The fat man laughed, and deep in his eyes, there was a firm light flashing, but it was hidden well, Xiao Fan did not notice.

Afterwards, Xiao Fan took out two more books. The pen and ink on them hadn't dried yet. It was obvious that Xiao Fan had just written them.

These two combat skills, named Xuanlong Nine Slashes and Hooking Ghost Killing, were carefully selected in the Asura inheritance, and they only selected the two combat skills, which fit the battle spirits of the two.

"Old ghost Guo asked me to give you this." Xiao Fan casually found an excuse and gave two combat skills to Fatty and Yingfeng.

"Thank you, son." Yingfeng took it without hesitation, turned the first page, and was completely immersed in the book.

"Guo Laogui has this good thing, but he is hiding it." The fat man scolded with a smile.

Xiao Fan smiled awkwardly. Obviously, the fat man saw that he was lying, but he didn't break it. He always felt that the fat man was a little different today. As for the difference, Xiao Fan couldn't tell.

"Xiao Jin, these soul crystals are for you, and cultivate well." Xiao Fan threw a soul commandment to Xiao Jin. After doing all this, Xiao Fan also returned to his small courtyard.

"Woo~"

Not long afterwards, there were bursts of sword roars from the other courtyard, countless sword auras, Xiao Fan's movements were very elegant and free, just like traveling with clouds and flowing water.

It is as if he is not practicing swords, but Qingwu, every movement is just right, offensive and defensive.

In the courtyard, there was a heavy snow of goose feathers. Upon closer inspection, the heavy snow of goose feathers was not real snowflakes, but was condensed entirely with sword energy.

After a while, Xiao Fan reduced his breath and frowned slightly: "Although the Xueyue Thirteen Sword is a seventh-rank combat skill, it is ultimately too fancy. The sword is used to kill the enemy, not to perform. Except for the last thirteenth sword, nothing else is needed."

Xiao Fan resolutely abandoned the practice of Xueyue Thirteen Swords.

There are countless exercises in the Infinite Battle Tome, and there are countless tactics below Rank 7. This is undoubtedly a mobile treasure, but most of the tactics are not in the eyes of Xiao Fan.

"I have always believed that the higher the combat skill level, the greater the power, but I have never given myself an accurate position. The sword should be fast and accurate, so that it will have a ruthless effect. I have been walking the way of others. After all, it is inferior." Xiao Fan thought to himself, slowly withdrawing from the endless battle.

He recalled the battle in this period of time in his mind, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, his expression constantly changing.

"No matter what level of combat, it is undoubtedly the manifestation of three aspects. Speed, attack and defense, attack and defense are all linked to exercises, combat skills, and soul power. The higher the level of skills and combat skills, the greater the power. Larger, the more majestic the soul power, the stronger the explosive power, and the longer the combat power.

However, if the speed is fast to the extreme, it can be completely fearless of the opponent's attack and defense. Although the physical skills and combat skills can increase the speed, it does not catch the essential problem. "

Xiao Fan felt as if there was a trace of enlightenment in his heart, as if he had grasped something, but it felt very hazy and fuzzy.

call!

Suddenly, a breeze blew, fluttering Xiao Fan's hair, his robe fluttering in the wind.

"Wind?" Xiao Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and instantly understood something, with a bright smile on his face.