Chapter 1692: Powerful old man

"Impossible, cultivation improvement, according to the cycle of heaven and earth, in a short time, you can't make such a big improvement, I don't believe..."
Feeling that Ye Fan was dozens of times more powerful, Yuan Pingchang trembled all over, muttering to himself blankly.
"Get your human heart, I will be stronger!"
Ye Fan said coldly, and at the same time the sharp sword shot out and directly pierced Yuan Pingchang's eyebrows.
"brush!"
The fierce sword aura immediately locked Yuan Pingchang's body, causing Yuan Pingchang to tremble.
"Do not……"
Seeing Yuan Pingchang roared to the sky, the power of reincarnation in his body and the power of the sacred spine were all vented out, this time can be described as desperate for old life.
"Puff puff!"
Yuan Pingchang's strength in the sword's might was like tofu dregs, and it was quickly smashed. At the same time, the sword tip of the sky sword had come to him and gathered in his pupils.
Yuan Pingchang's pupils shrank violently, leaving only a spot of light in his eyes, and this spot of light was enough to kill him.
Death is close at hand.
"upbraid!"
At this moment, a whistling sound suddenly came, and at the same time, a beam of black light hit Ye Fan's Heavenly Sword, and only a loud noise was heard.
The black light and sword power exploded at the same time, and Yuan Pingchang, who was undoubtedly dead, was also blown out, but he was only seriously injured and did not die.
"who is it?"
Feeling this powerful force, Ye Fan's eyes immediately turned to the direction where the black light came from.
This power is dark and cold, and it is not a righteous power at all.
"Dangdang stop!"
Several dark shadows gradually appeared in the snow all over the sky, appearing to be exceptionally abrupt. The leader was an old man in a black robe, with a cane in his hand, and while walking, he made a bell-like sound.
"Are you Ye Fan? It really means something."
A pair of cold eyes appeared under the old man's black robe. What is a little frightening is that his eyes are actually black, as if they are blind.
"Who are you, don't pretend to be fools!"
Ye Fanyin spoke coldly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, because the strength of this old man was unfathomable.
"Take this person away!"
The old man didn't answer again, but raised his cane and pointed at Yuan Pingchang who fell to the ground and groaned.
The few people in black behind him listened and went straight up.
"wishful thinking!"
Ye Fan screamed, squeezing the Heaven Sword in his hand, and directly cut out a powerful sword light, which shot at the black-clothed men and Yuan Pingchang.
Yuan Pingchang still has a human heart on his body, which is something he must have, how can he let them take it away.
"Ye Fan, your opponent is not them!"
Seeing this scene, the old man said with a sneer, raised his cane while speaking, and shot out a black light again.
"boom!"
With another loud noise, Ye Fan's sword power was completely resisted, and the rippling power rushed several people in black and Yuan Pingchang into the distance.
"So strong!"
Ye Fan was secretly shocked, knowing that he had just broken through to the late seventh stage and his strength was much stronger than before, but the old man was able to deal with it like this.
Really strong! This is Ye Fan's perception of the elderly.
This must be a real high-grade saint.
"brush!"
On the other side, a faint light flashed, and it had already reached several people in black.
When Ye Fan attacked, Lingxin was also not idle.
"Girl, you should rest too!"
The old man didn't worry about seeing this scene, and knocked his cane to the ground.
"boom!"
The underground snow and ice layers were all shocked by the old man, and Lingxin's body also flew up, his complexion flushed, as if he had suffered internal injuries.
"Heart!"
After Ye Fan resisted the blow, he couldn't take care of so much, and he rushed directly to Lingxin's side, his expression anxious.
"I...I'm fine, if you find a way to go quickly, this person must be an ancient powerhouse!"
Lingxin was shook his head by Ye Fanyu, while pushing Ye Fandao.
"The ancient strong must die too!"
Seeing Lingxin taking the healing pill, Ye Fan was a little relieved, but his expression was cold and terrifying.
At this moment, Yuan Pingchang already had several people in black who had taken them, and Ye Fan put his heart and soul on the old man in front of him.
Yuan Pingchang is no longer his opponent, the biggest opponent at the moment is this person.
"If I guess right, you should be from the Nether Clan!"
Ye Fanyin said coldly.
"Hehe, you guessed it right!"
The old man admitted frankly, and at the same time said with emotion, "Ye Fan, you stir up the situation and fight against the Nether clan. This time you almost broke my family's plan. Although you are a talent, there is only a dead end!"
"Really? I really have to learn it today!"
Ye Fan was extremely angry and laughed.
A dead end? It is not certain who will die today.
"The sword points to the heavens!"
The words fell, Ye Fan stopped talking nonsense, and directly killed the old man.
The sky sword flashed a mighty sharp light once again, causing the space to roar. Around the tip of the sword, light gathered and pierced the old man.
"block!"
Facing martial arts, the old man frowned frivolously, and his cane moved forward.
"boom!"
The dark power vented out like a tide, and once again collided with Jianguang.
The power of a high-grade saint may not be as powerful as the sword pointing to the heavens, but the foundation is mellow, and it definitely has the power to fight.
Ye Fan's sword power was again abruptly blocked.
"The true soul of heaven and earth, now!"
While the two were contending, the old man finally took the initiative and saw a phantom figure gradually appearing behind him, sitting cross-legged, almost transparent, and slowly opening his eyes at this moment.
"Soul release?"
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw this scene, it was too scary.
He never thought of the moment when the soul was released, which was far from attacking in the sea of ​​consciousness.
The soul released outside loses the shackles of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the soul power alone can be several times stronger.
"Death!"
The old man's soul finally opened his eyes completely and shot a dazzling white light towards Ye Fan.
This white light is like a burning flame, a new form of soul power.
"Destroy soul power, block it!"
The moment the white light appeared, Ye Fan's soul in the center of the sea trembled suddenly, already feeling a strong burning sensation.
"puff……"
A gray mist spread out, forming a barrier against the soul, bearing the impact of white light.
"Boom boom boom!"
The strength of the old man's soul burns the barrier like a flame, but it never breaks.
"En? How could this be?"
The old man felt a little surprised.
This is the power released by the real soul of heaven and earth, but the soul power of the right soul realm and even the king can't resist, but Ye Fan's soul power is blocked, and it is extremely stable.
"Wait! This breath seems a bit familiar..."
The old man's heart trembled suddenly, and the next moment he exclaimed, "You actually practiced the Eight Desolate Soul Skills!"