Chapter 1962: Death of the Black Flag

"Wow..."
Five Flags General carried five flags and quickly turned around the black flag's body.
Soon, these five flags seemed to be connected together, revealing a weird and terrifying force from them.
"Black Flag, you..."
When Yasha saw this scene, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.
Sacrifice is a means of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred.
Although Yasha was not on the right path with Heiqi, the only strong men from the Nether clan were the two of them. If Heiqi had an accident, she would be more difficult to fight against Ye Fan.
"Leave me alone, I will fight this kid to the death today!"
Hei Qi's eyes were filled with madness and obsession.
With the power of the Holy Spirit, he can deal with it once, and he can certainly deal with it a second time.
"Boom!"
As soon as Heiqi's voice fell, a dark thunder suddenly appeared among the five flags, and finally all shot into the body of Heiqi.
"puff……"
Hei Qi's body was severely injured, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Crackling..."
The five banner generals who originally carried the flags constantly burst out of blood, their meridians were all broken, they were dying, and their bodies fell downward involuntarily.
"Ye Fan, die!"
Heiqi did not pay attention to the five-ban general who had been hit hard, and roared to himself.
At this moment, the black thunder was hovering around him, and the five flags flashing with thunder light slowly rotated around the body of the black flag, making its power sharply increased.
Ye Fan has been watching faintly, without any worry in his eyes.
He has full confidence in the newly acquired power of the Holy Spirit.
"go with……"
Hei Qi immediately screamed and struck out with a palm. The black thunder turned into a thunder snake and hit Ye Fan's front.
"Exit!"
The power of the Holy Spirit grew in Ye Fan's hand and directly greeted him.
"puff……"
The moment the two touched, a mighty sacred might had appeared from the power of the Holy Spirit, directly erasing the dark thunder.
"impossible……"
Seeing this, Hei Qi's momentum suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable gazes.
The power of Ye Fan's Holy Spirit is completely different from that of the strong man at the beginning.
"brush……"
The next moment, a dangerous aura rushed towards his face, and the black flag was too late to stop it, and was directly knocked out.
"puff……"
The blood spurted out again, making Hei Qi's face much paler.
"Sacrifice, but so!"
Ye Fan said with disdain, the Heavenly Sword gradually derives from his palm, and the killing intent appeared in his eyes.
The first blow was just trying to test the power of the Holy Spirit, but the result was unexpectedly good.
"Wow..."
The power of the Holy Spirit poured into the Heavenly Sword, causing the Heavenly Sword to tremble slightly, and it also rippled with the holy power.
The combination of Jianwei and Shengwei is more terrifying than before.
Ye Fan's sword power naturally also made a qualitative leap.
"Die!"
With a light squeak in Ye Fan's mouth, the Heavenly Sword slashed out toward the black flag.
"Wow..."
A sword glow sprang up, and the powerful pressure actually caused the thunder around Hei Qi to stagnate.
"No... Ancient Five Flags, block it for me!"
The appearance of Jian Mang gave Hei Qi a feeling of despair, causing him to roar frantically, while blocking all five flags around him in front of him.
"Boom!"
On the side of the black flag, Thunder's power reached its peak for a while, but compared with the sword light with holy power, it looked insignificant and its momentum was completely suppressed.
"Swipe..."
As soon as the sword light arrived, the five ancient flags shattered one after another and were split into two.
The five flags were broken, and the thunder around the black flag naturally dissipated.
"Black Flag..."
Looking at this scene, Yasha let out an exclamation, but it was more like a final farewell.
"I... dissatisfied!"
Seeing the sword light in front of him getting closer and closer, Hei Qi's pupils shrank sharply, and death was in sight.
But his tone was still arrogant.
As the head of the eight great generals, he did not want to accept the reality of being killed by Ye Fan's sword.
Such an end is even more miserable than the Nether Son.
"Retreat!"
Yasha did not try to rescue the black flag again, but resolutely ordered.
"puff……"
The moment Yasha turned and left, a blood mist burst out from behind.
Hei Qi's body was directly split into two by the sword light, even if it was the celestial body at the moment, he was unable to return to the sky.
A generation of generals fell.
"Where to escape!"
After killing the black flag with a sword, Ye Fan immediately chased after Yasha.
Today he must not leave trouble to the land of Nanban.
"Ye Fan, I will avenge the black flag sooner or later, you will wait for me!"
Facing Ye Fan's chasing, Yasha didn't panic, and after calmly dropping a threat, his body gradually became illusory.
"Wow..."
A sword light appeared from behind Yasha at the fastest speed, but could only attack her phantom.
Shadow Yasha, the most powerful is the power of the shadow, she wants to hide, no one can discover.
Therefore, Yasha is confident to escape.
"Die to me!"
In desperation, Ye Fan could only vent all his inner anger on the Nether disciple who was retreating rapidly below.
Shadow Yasha seemed to know that Ye Fan must have done this, so he made a smart decision.
She scattered all the nearly ten thousand Netherworld disciples, fleeing in all directions, which actually reduced casualties.
Ye Fan and five hundred double-winged horned tigers desperately pursued and killed them, and finally left seven thousand Nether disciples, and three thousand, all fled to various places in Nanban.
"cunning!"
Ye Fan cursed secretly in his heart.
At normal times, it is taboo to disperse deserters, and there are many detrimental factors, but at this moment, these deserters are very happy.
Because they left here, in other parts of Nanban, they are completely dominated.
"Venerable, immediately notify the major sects and explore the land of the Southern Barbarian with all their strength. Once there are clues about these disciples, report them immediately!"
Ye Fan's face was gloomy, and he could only deal with it this moment.
While talking, he assigned five hundred double-winged horned tigers out to find these deserters together.
"Yes!"
Venerable Feiyun's mind was still stuck in the battle just now, but after reacting, he immediately took action.
Ye Fan glanced at the mess all over the room, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.
This battle was full of crises, and Feiyunmen disciples suffered more than half of the casualties.
"Father, grandpa!"
After explaining the matter, Ye Fan finally came to Ye Feihua and Ye Batian, his eyes trembled as he called.
"Xiao Fan, you have suffered!"
In the eyes of Ye Feihua and Ye Batian, there was nothing else but the meaning of pity.
The battle just now made them feel sick, and Ye Fan faced a life and death crisis several times.
Although the danger is now gone, the difficult battles that have just lingered in their hearts have been hard to disperse for a long time.
"I'm fine, as long as you are fine!"
Ye Fan shook his head and looked at Ye Feihua's peace with satisfaction in his eyes.
Ye Fan was actually used to the fight just now.
The road to the strong is destined to overcome obstacles and not experience life or death. How can we talk about this achievement.