Chapter 957: Duel

Chapter 957 Showdown
"Ye Changsheng, do you dare to fight me life and death, regardless of high or low, only life and death?"
Xiao Fan looked at Ye Changsheng with a cold tone. Although Ye Changsheng gave him a very dangerous feeling, Xiao Fan was still fearless, not because of other things, but because he was the Lord of Asura!
Asura Palace Master, how can he fear people of the same age?
Ye Changsheng's eyelids jumped wildly, but soon calmed down: "I really don't know where your courage comes from. In a life and death battle, you are worthy of a life and death battle with me? Kill you within ten moves!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Changsheng appeared not far away from Xiao Fan instantly. He was completely angry. His majesty was repeatedly provoked by Xiao Fan. He just wanted to kill Xiao Fan immediately.
With a whirr, a sword finger shot out from the tip of his finger, a seemingly plain finger, but it contained destructive power.
In that sword finger, there is even more flame power. The golden flame is like burning everything, burning everything, exuding a fiery breath.
Xiao Fan retired after stepping on his feet for thousands of miles and evading a finger. He didn't expect Ye Changsheng to shoot without saying hello.
"I dare not? It seems that you are also afraid of death." Xiao Fan chuckled, disdainfully said: "Kill me within ten strokes? I really don't know where you are confident?"
Not to mention ten moves, that is, a hundred moves, a thousand moves may not be able to defeat Xiao Fan, his speed is almost unmatched.
"It's just ants!"
Ye Changsheng's speed was very fast. He missed a hit and pounced on Xiao Fan again. During the flight, he probed and grabbed the aura in the void as if he was instantly evacuated and condensed into a huge flame palm.
Flame palms shrouded from all around, Xiao Fan only felt his whole body tighten, a huge pressure seemed to crush him.
"The power of heaven and earth, isn't this the power of the Battle Saint Realm?" The crowd exclaimed, with incredible colors in their eyes.
The power of heaven and earth, although the will to break through the fourth level can touch a trace, but that is after all the power of the battle holy realm, and it is so powerful that it is not something ordinary people can bear.
The only thing the crowd was curious about was that Ye Changsheng used his hand to control the power of the flames of heaven and earth at will, but he did it at his fingertips. Did he already break through the peak of the Emperor?
The distorted space kept squeezing Xiao Fan. If it were not for the immortal golden body, Xiao Fan's body would have been squeezed.
The power of the flames of heaven and earth kept burning Xiao Fan, and Xiao Fan's face showed a hideous look.
Suddenly, a faint layer of sword energy whizzed out from his body, condensed into a sword energy enchantment to protect him in the center, and the flames were all blocked by the sword energy.
However, Ye Changsheng didn't give him a chance at all. His figure flashed, and he reappeared next to Xiao Fan. He didn't know when a black long sword appeared in his hand.
Obviously, Ye Changsheng also had a half-open space magic weapon on his body, and he could put the sword in it.
Cang!
Xiao Fan didn't dare to underestimate him, and did not hesitate to use the Rock Sacred Sword in front of him, a crisp sound came out, and the void sparks shot, condensed into a line to shoot far away.
I have to say that Ye Changsheng's fighting consciousness is very strong, and his fighting experience is very comparable to others, as if he has been immersed in kendo for many years.
However, Xiao Fan's combat talent is no weaker than anyone else, and his understanding of combat skills is even more unmatched. If it weren't for a small difference from Ye Changsheng, how could Xiao Fan be passive?
"The flame will, the nirvana kendo will, the fast and slow the kendo will, except for the nirvana kendo will, the other two wills have realized the fourth level!" Xiao Fan looked extremely solemn.
Although both his Asura Will and Immortal Will had realized the third level, he was already in the late stage of the War Emperor, but Ye Changsheng was equivalent to the peak of the War Emperor.
With Ye Changsheng's strength, it is estimated that there are almost no opponents in the Battle Saint Realm. Once the three wills break through the fourth level, even the strong in the early stage of the Battle Saint may have a battle!
Xiao Fan's eyes were a little dignified, Ye Changsheng was definitely the strongest opponent below the Battle Saint Realm he had ever encountered, even Jiang Youyue was far inferior.
No wonder he is so proud, no wonder other monks are so afraid of him, his strength is really not terrifying.
"Qiang~Qiang..." The terrifying sword aura kept colliding in the void, making sharp noises, leaving behind shadows of the two in the void.
Ye Changsheng's speed was very fast, but Xiao Fan was not slow, Shura's will was extremely mysterious, and when he started fighting, Xiao Fan felt his blood boil, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.
For some reason, he felt that the more he fought, the stronger he became, the more mad the more he fought. The rock holy sword in his hand was as heavy as a million, but as his killing intent increased, it became more and more relaxed, even as if nothing.
It was as if he had used the Rock Sacred Sword for many years, and was used to its weight. He swung the sword faster and faster. He was still at a disadvantage before, but he soon became no match for Ye Changsheng.
"Ten strokes, now a hundred strokes are over, how can you do me?" Xiao Fan chuckled, but Ye Changsheng was very strong, but his state at the moment was also very mysterious.
As usual, he couldn't fight so easily. After all, Ye Changsheng had already aroused the power of the battle spirit, and he still didn't use the battle spirit, only fighting by the will of Shura.
"Dead!" Ye Changsheng shouted angrily, obviously he was really angry too. The black long sword in his hand danced, and it was about to fall into the black sword air ripples to cut off the void. The void was breathtakingly black and breathtaking.
"The Yellow Spring is dead!"
Before the sound fell, all the black sword aura ripples were connected in vain, and within the scope of the sword aura, they all stood still, not only time was still, but even space was still.
The sky and the earth are so dark, you can't see your fingers, you can't hear any sound.
"Huangquan Jiji? This is the secret skill of Jiji Sword Fighting Soul, Chang Sheng has realized it now?" Above the sky, Yu Chi Kuangsheng showed surprise and worry.
As we all know, when a monk breaks through the battle sacred realm and the ninth-rank battle soul merges with the blood of the monk himself, it is very possible to comprehend the secret skills of the battle soul.
These secret skills are very weird, and their power is even more infinite. It is normal for monks below the sacred realm and those who have comprehended the secret skills to jump to battle and even kill stronger people.
It is like Xiao Fan's Asura God Wing, which is a secret technique for the inheritance of the Palace Master of Asura Palace. When it is used, Xiao Fan's speed will explode several times. Normally, a cultivator of the same rank is an opponent.
This is also the reason for Yuchi's surprise and worry. What he was surprised was that Ye Changsheng had come into contact with many methods of the Saint Realm powerhouse in the late War Emperor, but he was worried about Xiao Fan's safety.
Ye Shishui just smiled softly and said, "Changsheng has already won this battle."
Yuchi Kuangsheng was silent, obviously tacitly acquiescing.
In the dark void, Xiao Fan's expression was slightly condensed, in vain, a burst of energy came from his blood, and it surged into his eyes. In a moment, Xiao Fan felt that everything around him was branded in his mind.
In the distance, a figure in white clothes was slowly approaching, with an extremely cold expression and a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.
"He doesn't think I can't see him? This is too confident." Xiao Fan's eyes flashed a weird color, and he cursed in his heart: "Damn, the people in Wushuang Holy City are really narcissists. This is what Dugu Changfeng is like, Ling Tian is like this, this Ye Changsheng is no different."
Xiao Fan didn't move, but he tightened the Rock Sacred Sword in his hand. He wanted to know what Ye Changsheng would look like when he slashed it down.