"The burial sword-now!"
With this loud shout, the space in front of Ye Fan suddenly burst into a crack.
Immediately, a peerless magic weapon appeared from it, it was the burial sword that once penetrated the sun.
This burial sword is a soldier of Lord Kaitiandao.
The Heavenly Sword Lord is not a powerhouse of the Tianshu Star. He possesses the nine-fold power of transcending the calamity, which is enough to compare with the true immortal Qingming of the Yunhai Immortal Gate or the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty. Throughout the entire Big Dipper galaxy, he is one of the best By.
A few months ago, he and the ancestor of the green robe turned upside down, causing turbulence in time and space, and this burial sword was also inserted into the sun of the fire spirit star.
By chance, Ye Fan finally got this burial sword.
But with Ye Fan's strength, it is difficult to control such a peerless magic weapon.
But now, Wei Lao controlled Ye Fan's body and easily sacrificed this sword.
"Chang!"
The sword sounded sonorously, impassioned, and resounded throughout the world.
Ye Fan, holding the God Burial Sword, had a radical change in his body, as if it had turned into a supreme existence, with the sword in his hand, dominating all directions, squinting the world, and arrogant.
In his eyes, there was an unprecedented sharp light.
Like a dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years, suddenly awakened.
The dragon raised his head, the world was shocked!
Some of the demon cultivators who were pursuing were only a dozen meters away from Ye Fan, but they stopped at the same time, as if they had been subjected to a fixation technique, and did not dare to take any further steps.
They didn't know that Wei Lao had "taken over" Ye Fan's body, but Ye Fan in front of them had brought tremendous pressure to them, and it was far more terrifying than the leader, and his soul trembled at it.
"dead!"
Ye Fan shouted and swung his knife horizontally.
"She!"
A blade of light shot out, dazzling, like thousands of stars shining at the same time, enough to illuminate the entire world.
The sword light of horse training sweeps across the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon. The will contained in it is neither evil nor sacred, but touches the origin of the great road, as if the most primitive law of this world, no creature can escape.
One cut, life and death!
The demon cultivators in the back even had no time to react. The speed of the blade light far exceeded the limit of their physical body, even faster than thinking.
"Plop! Plop! Plop..."
After a ten-thousandth of a second, the heads of more than ten demon monks landed, and none were spared.
The blade of the God Burial Sword not only cut off their heads, but also wiped out their three souls and seven souls, and those who died could no longer die.
Ye Fan stood sideways, composed and unpredictable. He didn't even frown his brows, as if he had just done something trivial.
...
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, the rest of the many evil spirits could not help but inhale a breath of cold air, and the whole body was shocked. If they were shocked, they seemed to be severely suffocated by a big hand.
The cut just now was enough to prove Ye Fan's strength.
If it is Yuan Ying monk, how can he have such a peerless magic weapon?
If it is the Nascent Soul monk, how can it kill more than ten rice monks in one fell swoop?
Those surviving demon heads were lucky, but fortunately they ran slowly, otherwise, they are now in hell.
After the stab, Ye Fan scanned the audience and said sharply:
"A group of mobs dared to chase down this seat, it is really a great wonder of the world! If anyone dares to chase it again, there is no mercy!"
After speaking, Ye Fan swept towards the distance without looking back, and instantly swept a kilometer away.
Looking at his floating back, the remaining hundreds of demon heads all stood in place, dare not chase him.
Not far away, Yan Jingfeng, who was second only to the leader in strength in the field, couldn't stop trembling, and there was a huge wave in his heart.
The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway!
Yan Jingfeng is known as the "evil sword" and has been immersed in the sword way for hundreds of years. He claims to be a master of swordsmanship.
The knife that Ye Fan swung just now seemed unremarkable, but it was completely different in his eyes. He was not limited to technique at all, surpassed all moves, and reached the realm of "Tao".
Yan Jingfeng was sure that even those who were good at swordsmanship during the tribulation period would not reach such a realm.
"Chief!"
Yan Jingfeng trembled and said: "It shouldn't have been your mistake! Senior Ye's knife is too terrifying. Only a peerless power from the Holy Land can possess such supernatural powers! And what he holds, It is the burial sword of Lord Kaitiandao, a heavenly high-grade spiritual weapon, second only to the legendary sacred weapon!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
The heavenly high-grade spirit weapon is already the top soldier in the world of cultivating immortals, and most cultivators may not be able to see each other throughout their lives.
On the entire Tianshu star, only Yunhai Xianmen and Daxia Dynasty had it.
A true immortal crossing the robbery, if he is holding a high-grade spiritual weapon, he is strong enough to fight across borders and is unmatched.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
The gazes of many monsters in the field immediately looked at the leader, waiting for him to speak.
Because of wearing the mask, no one can see the change of the chieftain's face, but his eyes flashed sharp and cold, staring straight at the direction of Ye Fan's departure.
After a long period of time, the leader seemed to have made some decision, saying every word: "For me, half a spiritual vein is nothing? But today I retreat. How should I stand in the Black Sea Forest Prison? Can climb onto our heads and run wild! What about the strong men of the Beichen faction, and what about the high-grade spiritual weapons of the heavenly ranks, will they be able to show off their power in front of me?"
Speaking of this, the chieftain paused, and his body exploded with a terrible suffocation, like an ancient demon descending on the earth, making the heaven and the earth pale, and the sun and the moon were dull. The ordinary monks did not dare to look directly at him with their naked eyes.
"Wait and watch, I will cut off this person's head and let the world know the reputation of the Black Sea Forest Prison!"
After that, the blood throne under the leader shot out, as fast as a phantom, and the surrounding ink clouds were madly surging like a tsunami, as if to drown the entire world.
Seeing that the chief took the action personally, the other demon leaders showed their glamour and hurriedly followed, preparing to watch this epic battle.
...
On the other side, Wei Lao still controlled Ye Fan's body to escape, swiftly sprinting, and the speed was dozens of times faster than before.
In just a few minutes, he drove thousands of miles away, constantly approaching the teleportation altar of Yunhai Immortal Gate.
However, Wei Lao did not relax. Although he absorbed the pure Yang power in the spirit veins and recovered some strength, he could not hold on for long.
In case the leader catches up, a fierce battle will inevitably break out. Once Wei Lao's recovery strength is exhausted, Ye Fan will undoubtedly die.
"Rumble, rumbling!"
Just when he thought so, a cloud of ink came surging from behind, raging to the sky.
In the center of Mo Yun, there is still the Throne of Blood.
The chief executive sat on it, and the pair of eyes under Yan Luo's mask burst into scarlet light, staring at Ye Fan, gritted his teeth and said:
"Niezhang! Immediately hand over your spiritual veins, and then loyal to me in the Black Sea Forest Prison, you will never betray, and there is still a chance! Otherwise, I will personally kill you today!"
He issued an ultimatum, and his voice contained extremely terrifying power, interweaving echoes between heaven and earth, and pierced into Ye Fan's ears.
"Huh!"
Wei Lao controlled Ye Fan's body and uttered a loud shout, like the roar of a real dragon, shaking away the evil spirits, and then frantically burning the pure Yang power in the spirit veins, continuously accelerating.
"Huh! Since you are stubborn and stubborn, I can't blame my subordinates for being merciless!"
"Yama's evil look!"
As soon as the voice fell, the leader stood up again, his figure suddenly became tall and stalwart, with a height of hundreds of feet, standing upright, covering the sky and the sun.
This burly body is more than ten times larger than the Vigorous King Kong Demon Ape, like a Primordial Demon God, in charge of the universe, life and death.
The mask on his face also fell off, revealing a hideous cheek with first-born horns, blue-faced fangs, and a fierce look, as if he could scare people to death with a stare!
Even the ugly human being is a hundred times more handsome than him.
If you are a timid person, seeing this devilish look will definitely scare you into nightmares for months.
With the appearance of the evil aspect of Yama, the power of the leader's body also skyrocketed, and the turbulent aura in his body was almost overflowing.
That power is unparalleled, it can't be described in words, a little bit can crush the cultivator of the of transformation.
