Chapter 1705: Re-understand swordsmanship

The blood sacrifice lasted for several hours, and when the last scream fell, Fengyan City only left a corpse.
"Asshole!"
Ye Fan kept cursing the first seat in his heart, if he had enough strength, he would surely slash such a person.
"brush!"
The blood in the city began to gather, and finally formed a figure, which was the first one.
But at the moment the first mask is no longer there, revealing the appearance of a middle-aged man. His eyes have no whites, but are pure black, as if their entire eyes are pupils.
"Boy, since you took the ghost banner of this seat, this seat has not been so comfortable for a long time!"
The first seat sighed with emotion and looked at Ye Fandao.
"Ghost Banner!"
Ye Fan exclaimed and suddenly remembered the horse thief.
At that time, he strangled the horse thief with Su Linye, so that he began to come into contact with the Nether family. The horse thief was evil everywhere, killing innocent people, and used it for blood sacrifice. At that time, the ghost banner was the dominant blood sacrifice.
"Sure enough, you are manipulating all this behind the scenes!"
Ye Fan suddenly realized.
The powerful power of the first seat is all obtained by sacrificing others.
"This seat has been laid out in the East Pole for so long, but you, a kid, have seen the clues, and you are breaking the game everywhere, killing my men. This is unforgivable!"
The first seat seems to have thought of the previous sad things, with a thousand hatred on his face.
"You have killed more than tens of millions of people, this matter is equally unforgivable, and you are trying to rejuvenate the Nether clan, which is a dream!"
Ye Fan gave a powerful counterattack.
"As long as he is dead, there will be no hindrance to our plan!"
The first seat faintly replied, and he already had a chance to win after performing a blood sacrifice, so he would talk nonsense with Ye Fan.
As for Xuan Yi, he kept frowning, as if thinking of the last way, but he was unable to do anything.
In the face of absolute power, any speculation is futile.
In the end, Xuan Yi could only sigh helplessly: "Ye Fan, it's not good to be old, the previous wrong decision hurt you!"
Knowing that the first seat can calculate their position, then you should go to the capital before. In the capital, there are countless masters. The first seat is to use the barrier to find their own way. Ye Fan and the three can get out of trouble.
But at this moment, I chose such a remote place, driving myself into a desperate situation.
"Senior Xuanyi, you don't have to blame yourself. My responsibility is the greatest for this matter, and it doesn't make sense to say this now!"
Ye Fan shook his head, uttered a word of relief, and at the same time, his eyes gradually became warlike, "Besides, we haven't lost yet!"
While speaking, Ye Fan clenched the Heavenly Sword in his hand, took a step forward, and said: "First seat, no matter what, I will do my best to kill you today and avenge the hundreds of thousands of people who died!"
"Really? I really look forward to this seat. How do you want to die, this seat can fulfill you!"
The first seat has a playful smile on his face.
Ye Fan's soul power could barely fight him before, but at this moment, the gap between the two has widened again.
The influx of blood energy not only raised his realm to the eighth peak of the Realm Transformation Realm, but also strengthened his soul power to a certain extent, and its power was at least equal to the level of the triple peak of the Transcendent Realm.
"I want you to swordsmanship again!"
Ye Fan's face gradually became serious. At this moment, he has to fight it one last time. If he fails, he will die without regret, if he succeeds, he will have infinite achievements.
"Swordsmanship? Do you still want to defeat this seat externally? Don't laugh!"
The first seat couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"If it wasn't for the Eight Desolate Soul Ability, you would have died long ago, don't waste any more time!"
The first seat urged. In fact, he was a little coveted Ye Fan's Eight Desolate Soul Abilities, but he couldn't find a good way to capture it.
The two have long been enemies of the same heaven, and it is impossible for them to take refuge.
The only way for the first person at this moment is to crippled Ye Fan first, kill Lin Shan and Xuan Yi, and then think of another method.
It was indeed a pity that the Eight Desolation Soul Skills were so lost.
"Now what I want you to taste is the destruction of soul power, no, it should be said that it is a sword!"
Ye Fan faintly responded, the soul villain in the center of the sea of ​​knowledge had already stood up, a cloud of gray mist projected in his eyes.
At the same time, the soul villain watched some ridiculous hands and danced.
The pink and somewhat transparent little hand was holding it emptily, as if holding a long sword, and the gray mist flowed in front of him and started to move.
Even if there is no real long sword, the behavior of the villain of the soul is like a cloud and flowing water, extremely elegant and free.
"Hey, this kid, he's actually getting awake!"
From the depths of the sea of ​​knowledge, a soft voice suddenly came, but it did not alarm Ye Fan to practice his sword.
On the outside, Ye Fan's body is almost in sync with the soul villain. The swordsmanship is exquisite, the time is fast, the time is slow, the time is violent and gorgeous, and it is quiet and long. Seeing Ye Fan's sword, this moment seems to be a kind of enjoyment.
"Is this kid a genius of swordsmanship? The swordsmanship is superb, and the old guys of the ancient sword clan were nothing more than that!" The first man murmured secretly, somewhat surprised.
At the end of the drill, Ye Fan's swordsmanship brought a trace of soul power.
The three essentials of "Quick, Accurate and Ruthless", plus Destructive Soul Power, were all integrated by Ye Fan without the help of Enlightenment Pill.
This was stimulated under extreme circumstances, plus the purgatory that he had witnessed before, Ye Fan vowed countless times in his heart that he would kill the first seat.
A new set of swordsmanship is shaped by obsession.
This is also the magic of cultivation, the opportunity for creation and breakthrough, everywhere.
"Finally looks a little bit, yes, I can give some pointers when I have time!"
Ye Fan heard the voice from the depths of the sea again, but it drifted away, and finally disappeared completely.
Ye Fan still didn't hear it clearly, or even said that he didn't notice it, because his whole body and heart were put on this sword.
"This sword is specifically designed to kill you, so it's called the Sword of Extinguishing Wraith!"
"Kill me? Quack Quack!"
After hearing this, the first seat only felt that he heard the biggest joke in the world, integrating several different forms of sword power, plus a little destructive soul power, and wanted to kill him.
Either he got it wrong, or Ye Fan was crazy.
No matter how strong the martial arts, it would not be able to break through the realm gap between the two people, unless Ye Fan can display the legendary sword mood.
However, judging from the experience of the first seat, this ghost sword was completely created by Ye Fan, and it was not a sword at all.
"Dark Soul Sword, go!"
Ye Fan was actually already releasing the sword move at the same time, and at this moment, he directly hit the final sword against the first seat.
This is a sword with no bells and whistles, seemingly commonplace, but in fact infinite power.