Chapter 59: Hand of God

"Although I lost, we are not from the same force, even if you are descended from the Ice God. I hope I can see you in the next games."
Bing Xueer said solemnly.
After all, before Yang Fan reacted, he returned directly to the viewing platform.
"I...I am not a descendant of the Ice God, you say a hammer."
Yang Fan was speechless for a while.
"A second player is invited to play."
As soon as the voice fell, a masked man suddenly appeared on the court and looked at Yang Fan.
"Next, Jubei."
Shibingwei, with his hands in his pockets, his face was indifferent, and there were two sabers behind his back. The red cloth was tied to the handle of the knife. Vaguely, Yang Fan could smell the sickening smell from above.
"Yo, Jubei? Is Jiubei Yanagyu your father?"
"Looking for death." Shibingwei was furious, took out two sabers, and directed two swords towards Wang Danfeng.
The two swords contained the terrifying true power of the Ten Soldier Guards and swept across, bringing a whirlwind.
The attack was not only that, after splitting two swords, the Ten Soldier Guards moved as fast as they were running, and after the cover of the two sword energy just now, they came to Yang Fan's back in the blink of an eye. The two swords in his hand slashed towards Yang Fan's neck from the left and right sides.
however......
In the consternation of the people, the two sword qi issued by Shibingwei penetrated Yang Fan's body and attacked Shibingwei undiminished.
"What?! Afterimages?"
The speed of the sword qi is very fast, and after the sword qi penetrates Yang Fan's body, it is close to Shibingwei, and the sword qi almost instantly hits his chest.
Shibingwei vomited blood and flew upside down, almost falling off the fighting platform.
There was an uproar off the court, and some were wondering how Yang Fan escaped Shibingwei's attack.
There are also some ridicule that Jubei was hit by his own attack.
Shi Bingwei's face was gloomy, and the killing intent against Yang Fan grew in his heart.
"I want you to die!"
Shi Bingwei yelled, picked up the double knives, his body flashed continuously, and finally flashed to the right of Yang Fan.
Slashing the saber swung out, and with a strong wind, it slashed towards Yang Fan's legs.
Another weird scene happened just now, and Shibingwei immediately turned to guard.
"Jubei, be careful behind you!!!"
A disciple of the Sacred Sword Gate saw Yang Fan turn around, stretched out his fist, and shouted at Shi Bingwei.
"what?"
Just as Shibei was somewhat confused, a huge pain came from his back, and Shibei let out a scream.
"Are you just this strength?"
Yang Fan stepped on Shibingwei's head, jokingly.
"Ah ah ah ah ah..."
"Yang Fan, today you must die!!!"
Shibingwei got up in a rage, his eyes were bloodshot, the two sabers in his hand were combined into one, and a terrifying killing intent swept across Yang Fan.
"If you have the ability, don't hide, can you dare to kill me?"
"Why not dare."
"Well, you are the thousandth person who became the target of my murderous sword."
"Oh? How about the people before?"
Yang Fan put his hands on his chest and didn't care about Shibingbei's words.
"Dead! Today, I will use you to pay tribute to my two knives."
"Please start your performance!"
Shibingwei closed his eyes and held the handle of the knife with both hands, and an extremely evil aura gushed from the knife.
The blade began to tremble violently, and drove Shibingwei's hands to tremble, and even his whole body.
"dead!"
Shibingwei's eyes were red, and his body was full of evil, like Shura in hell.
Huh!
Shibingwei grabbed the handle of the knife, pointed the tip of the knife towards Yang Fan, and stab Yang Fan at a very fast speed. The speed is so fast that even Yang Fan, who has a writing wheel, can barely see the shadow of Shi Bingwei if he doesn't use the kaleidoscope.
"Good job."
The kaleidoscope pattern in Yang Fan's eyes quickly revolved, and he clearly saw that Shibingwei had arrived ten meters in front of him.
"Suzuo Nenghu, eight-foot mirror."
A huge fire-red arm held a mirror and blocked Yang Fan's fifty soldiers.
Cang!
The saber stabbed on the eight-foot mirror forcibly, unable to advance any further.
Shibingbei's pupils shrank, and he looked at the fiery red shield in disbelief.
With a full blow, the Killing God stabbed it with a single knife, and there were no cracks. Even Shibingwei saw that the tip of the saber had broken, leaving a big hole.
"I admit that you are very strong, but... you think this is all my strength, then you are wrong."
"Drink...ha..."
Shibingwei cut open his arm and a trace of blood poured out. He opened his mouth and licked it with an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
Yang Fan shrugged.
Within a minute, Shibingwei suddenly clutched his chest and screamed, and a stream of black blood emerged from under his cracked skin, growing more and more.
The eyes, mouth, limbs, until the whole body turned black, leaving only a pair of white eyes, and a long slender tail with pointed horns.
"Alien ghost!!!"
The leaders of the major forces on the viewing platform stood up, staring at Shibingwei.
A strange ghost is an evil life that is neither a demon nor a devil nor a ghost. As early as hundreds of thousands of years ago, alien ghosts appeared out of thin air. People don't know where they came from. They only know that every time they appear, they will bring disasters to the world. So people call them the root cause of disasters.
But people don't know why the ghosts appeared, but one thing is clear, they are looking for things, not for killing. Because they not only kill people, but also monsters, demons, and even ghosts.
Go up to the territories of the human world, the demon race and the demons, and even the underworld underground has traces of strange ghosts.
"No, it's not right, although it looks like a strange ghost, but there is no unique aura of a strange ghost, it should be some kind of magical secret method. This kind of aura is not even a demon."
The representative prince Zhao Chengqian sent by Huoyuan Country breathed a sigh of relief.
"The ghost?"
Yang Fan looked at Shibingwei, really like a monster like a ghost.
"Very good. But you are still weak."
Yang Fan activates the passive effect of unlimited source power, unlimited true vitality within an hour and three times the attack speed.
Yang Fan quickly pinched the tactics, so fast that most people off the court could not see clearly.
"The Hand of God Deprives the Worlds and Sounds."
"The Hand of God Deprives the World and Ming."
"The hand of God deprives the world and sense."
"..."
With a single breath, Yang Fan activated the power of God's hand to deprive the five senses, and instantly exhausted the true energy in his body. However, there is an infinite source power, and it only takes a few minutes to fill up the consumed true energy.
With the deprivation of the five senses, Shibingwei cannot see, hear, sense, smell, taste, that is to say. Even though he has the consciousness to observe the outside world, he can do nothing, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Ahhhhh..."
Shibingwei wailed silently, and could only move half a minute with all his strength, and he could only observe through divine consciousness. Otherwise, he doesn't even know if he is walking.
"It's over."
Yang Fan picked up a small stone and flicked his finger. The stone hit Shibingwei's knee, and he fell to the ground instantly, but Shibingwei couldn't feel that he was half-kneeled.
Whoosh!
Another pebble shot out and hit Jubei's chest.
Jubei flew outside the Wudoutai without a struggle.
"Yang Fan's second game, win!"
As the referee's voice sounded, everyone at the Excalibur Gate cheered.