Chapter 2050: Myth of the world!

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Ye Fan is the number one arrogant of all ages!
Although he is not very old, he is only a weak crown, but this adventure along the way is beyond ordinary people's imagination.
The Great Emperor Zhenwu was the founder of Zhenwu Dao Sect thousands of years ago.
Even if this is just his heroic spirit, the power possessed is beyond the limit of mortal world.
The battle between the two was evenly matched, enough to be recorded in history. Before the final moment, there is no idea who will win!
And now, the figure floating out of the light group must be the final winner!
For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on that person's figure.
Even Guang Lingzi opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists, extremely nervous.
However, that body was always bathed in golden light, blocking everyone's sight, making it difficult to see his true appearance.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, a high-pitched and sharp sound of a knife resounded like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Hearing this sword howl, all the disciples of the real martial arts in the field showed unstoppable excitement on their faces, dancing and shouting loudly:
"This is the sound of the burning sword. It seems... Grandpa Grandpa won! Yes, Grandpa Grandpa must have won!"
"Hahaha...Even if that kid uses the Nine Seals of the Sea of ​​Clouds, what about it? Patriarch's Heavenly Demon Sealing Fist is the world's strongest magical power, and the power that bursts out in that instant is enough to slaughter gods and immortals!"
"Emperor Zhenwu, supernatural and powerful, how can those young people provoke! If he dares to offend my Zhenwu Dao Sect, he should be enlightened and have to pay the price of blood!"
"This time, thanks to the Supreme Elder, I can summon the heroic spirits of the Patriarch and kill the powerful enemy!"
Soon, the eyes of everyone in the field fell on Guang Lingzi again, full of heat and respect.
In order to summon the ancient heroic spirits, Guang Lingzi did not hesitate to spend a thousand years of life, and suffered heavy losses, almost ruining the hope of passing the ninth disaster.
After this battle, his vitality will definitely be severely injured, and he does not know how many years of recuperation can he recover.
But in any case, Guang Lingzi can be regarded as a hero of Zhenwu Dao Sect and even the nine ancient sects!
If it weren't for him, the real martial arts sect would be destroyed, and the inheritance would be cut off for tens of thousands of years.
"call……"
Suddenly, Guang Lingzi let out a sigh of relief, and turned his head to say to the many monks: "Everyone, this dragon has been killed! This seat has avenged the other eight colleagues in the ancient sect!"
In the distance, the disciple of the True Martial Dao Sect beamed with joy, and was extremely excited, almost boiling.
"Long live the elders!"
"The Supreme Elder is invincible!"
...
However, just as many monks were smiling, a cold voice suddenly floated from the top of the crowd:
"Why are you so happy? Are you... celebrating the demise of the heroic spirit of Emperor Zhenwu?"
what? !
As soon as this remark came out, it was like a huge boulder that fell into a small pond, causing a thousand waves.
"This voice... is it..."
For the first time, almost everyone in the field suddenly looked up.
At this time, the golden light that wrapped that body finally dissipated, and that young face appeared in the eyes of everyone in the field.
Black hair and black eyes, clothes are windless and automatic, and the breath is ethereal, not like a man in the dust!
Although his body was already bruised and bruised, and the pale gold blood gurgled, his waist was still straight, like a spear that pierced the sky.
The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of sarcasm, as if cheering for the many monks just now was ridiculous!
When he saw his face clearly, the pupils of the real martial arts school's disciples shrank suddenly into needle-like shapes, and their mouths were wide open, like a duck that has been pinched by the throat. Their faces are full of incredible expressions and bodies. Shuddered uncontrollably.
Immediately afterwards, a breath called "despair" instantly enveloped their bodies, making the blood in their bodies seem to stop flowing.
Between the whole world, there was no sound, only silence.
Guang Lingzi's face was as gray as death, like a concubine, as if he had been emptied of all his strength. He was several tens of years old in an instant, and his aura was also decadent.
Under everyone's attention, Ye Fan seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder, volleying and walking towards everyone step by step.
Looking at Ye Fan, who was like a descending to the earth, the same thought came out of everyone in the field--
Invincible!
This is truly invincible!
I don’t know how long it took, Guang Lingzi took the lead to recover, and exclaimed: "Impossible! Boy, how could it be that you survived? Just now, I have already heard the sound of the burning sword, it should be Grandpa Grandpa won only right!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan swept his eyebrows, staring sharply like an unsheathed divine sword, and said coldly:
"What does the sound of the knife sound mean? Can it not be the scream of the knife when it breaks? To tell you the truth, not only the burning sword, but the other ancient treasures are all destroyed!"
Upon hearing this, all the disciples of Zhenwu Dao Sect's eyes darkened, completely desperate.
Even if they didn't want to believe it in their hearts, but now Ye Fan appeared in front of them, so the heroic spirits representing Emperor Zhenwu and other ancestors had disappeared!
As for the so-called Zhenwu Seven Magic Soldiers, none of them remain.
This ending is beyond everyone's imagination.
Before, no one could guess that the final winner turned out to be Ye Fan!
Not to mention Guang Lingzi, even the heroic spirits who created the Patriarch can not suppress him!
...
"Roar, roar! Naughty animal, I'm fighting with you!"
Guang Lingzi let out a hoarse roar, like a battle of trapped beasts, his monstrous anger turned into a raging murderous aura.
He saw his eyes cracking, his eyes were full of blood, and at the same time he swung the pure sun sword suddenly, like Jing Ke stabbed Qin, with the killing intent of sacrificing his life and seeking benevolence, he rose into the sky, and pierced Ye Fan with a sword.
However, in order to summon the ancient heroic spirits, Guang Lingzi had exhausted all his internal energy and his vitality was greatly injured. Now the power he can exert is only 20 to 30% of the peak.
It is impossible to be Ye Fan's opponent!
For this, Guang Lingzi knew it well, but now, instead of dying in Ye Fan's hands, it is better to burn out the last brilliance at the last moment of life!
"Stab!"
The polished sword light cuts through the sky, extremely sharp,
However, facing the sword that gathered Guang Lingzi's lifelong skills, Ye Fan didn't raise his head, shaking his right palm fiercely, and simultaneously said:
"Just like an ant, die!"
One palm shot, like a god, enough to wipe away thousands of mountains and mountains from the world, no one can rival.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Guang Lingzi was blasted directly into the ground.
"Galala!"
I saw Guang Lingzi's body shattered every inch, like a smashed porcelain bottle, and the long sword in his hand also cracked open and let out a mournful cry.
This ancestor, who had lived for more than two thousand years, fell.
You can't die again!
...
"Too elder!"
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the real ma