Chapter 2020: One step at a time!

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Hundreds of true immortals crossing the robbery, such a luxurious lineup, can be called the past and the present.
Throughout the tens of thousands of years of history in the ruins, such battles are also rare.
At this time, the abbot of Prajna Temple was full of smiles, looking at Ye Fan coldly:
"Niezha! It's your honor for so many peerless experts to come and kill you! What's more... you have been seriously injured, and your lamp has run out. Today, even if you put on your wings, you can't fly out of this burial. Dragon Valley!"
On the execution stage, Han Xiao's eyes were full of worry.
In his opinion, with Ye Fan's current state, wanting to forcefully shake hundreds of true immortals is nothing short of a fantasy!
It's just that... no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he couldn't help him, he could only become a burden to Ye Fan.
Looking at hundreds of true immortals with murderous aura, Ye Fan wiped the blood marks on his face, gritted his teeth and said: "You want to die, just come here, I don't mind killing the ancient nine sects!"
"Bold!"
Suddenly, the elder of the Zhenwu Dao Sect rushed to the real person, and shouted angrily: "A useless person who has run out of oil and lamp, dare to yell here, you are obviously bluffing! Today, the poor Dao used Fan Tianyin to suppress you !"
With that, the real person Chongxu made a big blue seal.
The Great Seal, like a mountain, stands on the nine heavens, unmoving, as if it has existed since ancient times, and the terrifying power is enough to be breathtaking.
Even though they were far away, everyone in the distance felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if the Taishang was on top, and they couldn't breathe at all.
And above the cyan big seal, there is still a group of powerful yellow cyclones, radiating out of the sky, every ray of light is dazzling, stinging people’s pupils, making people afraid to look directly, as if every strand is There is the power of everything.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Fan Tian printed, the wind and clouds stirred, the world changed color, and pressed towards Ye Fan's head.
The eyes of other strong men looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at a dead person.
Dayin takes the lead!
Ye Fan could feel the death pressure close at hand, and instead of using the Wuxiang Sword, he sacrificed the Primordial Spear.
"Stab!"
The spear tore through the sky, like an angry dragon coming out of Tengyuan, soaring upwards to forcefully shake Fantian.
"boom!"
One shot and one stamp, colliding high in the sky.
"Boom!"
The energy ripples of Pei Ran Mo Yu, centered on the point of contact between the two sides, spread out in all directions.
Many real immortals with weaker strength shook for a while, and were almost blown away by the aftermath of the leaks.
In the next moment, an unbelievable picture appeared in the eyes of everyone
Ye Fan, who was thought to have been severely injured, was not directly crushed by Fan Tianyin. Instead, he used Primordial Spear to withstand Fan Tianyin abruptly, like a entrusted to Qingtian, invincible.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan ran the "Nine Suns Heaven Secret Art", frantically squeezing the few remaining internal energy, and 81 small dantians operated frantically.
"What about Fan Tianyin? It suppressed the world, but couldn't suppress me!"
"Give—I—Broken!"
Ye Fan's voice roared the sun and the moon, shook the stars, pierced the clouds and cracked rocks, and rushed straight into the sky.
The surrounding air showed ripples visible to the naked eye, as if to be torn apart.
Even the real immortals in the distance felt the tympanic membrane vibrated and the blood rolled.
Immediately afterwards, the momentum of Ye Fan's body skyrocketed endlessly, domineering and overpowering!
The power of just one person has the power of thousands of soldiers.
God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!
"Crack!"
Suddenly, an abrupt cracking sound suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, on the Fantian seal, there seemed to be a mournful cry, and Guanghua dimmed a bit.
Under the induction of the Qi machine, Chongxu's face was as gray as death, and his body was shocked. He couldn't help but spit out a big mouth of red blood, sputtering blood lotus on the robe, which was very charming and shocking.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
In the next moment, everyone's eyes turned to Fang Fan Tianyin.
I saw a crack at the contact point between Fan Tianyin and Primordial Spear.
Although only the size of a hair, it is still shocking.
Those real immortals in the distance were horrified when they saw this.
You know, Fan Tianyin is also the top ancient treasure, and ordinary monks can hold it, enough to cross the border.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ye Fan's random shot caused a thunderstorm in Fan Tianyin.
If it were not for Fan Tianyin, but for other ancient treasures, I am afraid that it would not be able to hold the edge of this gun.
"Boy, Pindao fights with you!"
Seeing that the treasure was damaged, True Person Chongxu couldn't hold back anymore, his body turned into a long rainbow, carrying the momentum of destruction, and blasted towards Ye Fan.
In his opinion, Ye Fan is still being suppressed by Fan Tianyin now, and I am afraid that if he can't deal with him, he will suffer a dull loss.
Therefore, the real person Chongxu used all his strength as soon as he shot, either you die or I die!
From the corner of Ye Fan's eyes, he caught a glimpse of his figure. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sneered: "Dare to shine the pearl of rice?!"
After a few breaths, the real person Chongxu slammed into Ye Fan like a cannonball, but ran into nothing.
"Huh? What's going on? Where did the kid go?"
Suddenly, real person Chongxu's heart was shocked, and his inspiration flashed.
"No! That's his afterimage! To suffer!"
The next moment, True Person Chongxu retreated without hesitation.
However, after all, it was late.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's ghostly figure appeared behind him.
"Stab!"
The Taikoo spear was stabbed again, the moves were not fancy, the complexity was reduced, and the simplicity was restored.
But the strong power distorted the surrounding space.
Above the tip of the gun, there was a gleaming golden light, which seemed to have absorbed all the brilliance between heaven and earth.
Unexpectedly, even if Real Person Chongxu felt the danger close at hand, he had no time to react and could only let the Primordial Long Spear attack.
"boom!"
A loud noise like thunder came.
Real Chongxu's vest was forcibly penetrated.
The Primordial Spear sank in through the vest, and then penetrated through his chest.
The heart was completely burst at this moment!
The red blood shot out like a waterfall.
Under normal circumstances, a true immortal like Chongxu, even if his heart is blown out, or even his head is chopped off, he can use the power of the primordial spirit to use his great supernatural powers to reshape his body.
But in the ancient spear, there is an aura of death, like death's sickle, it will die when it is touched, and no one can be spared.
After a few breaths, the breath of Real Person Chongxu was completely defeated, his head tilted, and completely dead.
...
One shot!
Kill a true fairy!
This kind of power to kill the world and slaughter the gods and immortals shook the hearts of everyone present.
No one can imagine that Ye Fan is already at the end of the crossbow, bruised all over his body, and he can even burst out such lethality!
"Humph……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a muffled hum, his face turned pale and his figure shook again.
If he is in the peak state, killing real immortals like Chongxu would be effortless.
Not to mention just one, even ten or a hundred, it's nothing to say.
But now, the internal energy left in his dantian almost dried up, and every shot was a huge burden.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, this kid won't last long!"
"Go together, kill him, and avenge the suzerain!"
"Only with his blood can we comfort many fellow heroes!"
"Swish swish!"
At this moment, Venerable Spirit Arrow drew his bow again, and countless arrows shot out.
However, Ye Fan took a step forward suddenly, his figure disappeared out of thin air like a magic trick.
One hundredth of a second.
Like a ghost, he appeared in front of a real immortal a hundred meters away, piercing his spear directly at the center of the strong man's brow.
"boom!"
The red blood lotus blooms again, intertwining in the air a serene but beautiful picture.
Step two!
Ye Fan was so fast that he came to Venerable Spirit Arrow's side.
Like this kind of strongman who makes a bow, his physical strength is not strong.
Ye Fan slapped his head on the forehead of Venerable Spirit Arrow, his brain splashed and his head shot instantly.
The cloud-piercing bow in the hands of Venerable Spirit Arrow also fell to the ground.
Ye Fan didn't even look, and flew out again.
third step!
His right foot was like Pangu's giant axe that opened the world, dividing the Taoist Yunxiao, the master of the Profound Sky Sect, into two parts, and his death was miserable.
The Yin and Yang mirror in Taoist Yunxiao's hands also fell to the ground.
Step 4, Step 5, Step 6...
In just a few breaths, Ye Fan's momentum is like a bamboo, destroying the dry, like a tiger entering a flock, cutting many people!
These true immortals stand on top of the pyramid and are admired by thousands of people.
But in front of Ye Fan, it was like paper, without any resistance at all.
The poet Li Bai in "Xia Ke Xing", Zeng Yun:
Kill one person in ten steps, never stay for a thousand miles!
How chic it is!
However, at this moment, Ye Fan's invincible posture completely surpassed everyone's imagination in the field.
One step at a time!
Every time he stepped out, a true immortal fell to the ground with him, Dao died and died.
In just a few minutes, more than a dozen true immortals fell completely, and their bodies fell in the Dragon Burial Valley in all directions.
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to be a supreme killer god, blood stained the world!
However, the abbot of Prajna Temple, the head of the Great Luo School, and Danqiuzi of Langya Academy, the eyes of these three giants burst with hot light, looking at Ye Fan's eyes, like looking at a falling net. A dying prey.
In the current situation, the ancient nine sects seem to be very tragic, the elder-level masters died one after another, but their sacrifices were not in vain.
Ye Fan looked like a big killer, but the injuries on his body were increasing, there were hundreds of them, and the blood seemed to be drained.
This true immortal, ignoring any defense at all, used the method of burning jade and stone and hurting both sides to fight Ye Fan.
Even if Ye Fan was still standing, his stature was shaking more and more violently, as if he was about to fall at any time.
If this trend continues, his defeat will happen sooner or later.
...
"The soul blew himself up!"
Suddenly, an elder from the Temple of Reincarnation issued a violent shout, burning his three souls and seven souls at all costs.
"Boom!"
A terrifying explosion swept through a blazing mushroom cloud in the Dragon Burial Valley, and the entire valley was shaken, and countless sands and rocks were turned into dust, like a doomsday catastrophe.
It took a long time for the explosion to cease.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
The eyes of everyone in the field were focused on the center of the explosion.
There was still a figure there, covered in blood, scarred, and bones exposed, shocking.
Although Ye Fan was still alive, he was dying and his consciousness began to blur.
"Amitabha! It's time!"
The abbot of Prajna Temple was full of eyes and a smile appeared on his face.
In this battle, dozens of true immortals fell, and the ancient nine sects suffered heavy losses.
However, as long as you can kill Ye Fan, everything is worth it!
The value of the good luck tripod that carried Tianshu's eight-point air transport was impossible to measure.
In addition, Ye Fan also has such treasures as the Wuxiangjian and the Primordial Spear, which are enough for the major sects to divide equally.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the abbot of Prajna Temple's body was brilliant, dazzling, like a Buddha's light.
On the vajra pestle in his hand, an ancient and sacred breath bloomed, strong and strong.
As a Buddhist instrument, the vajra pestle is also known as the devil's pestle. It has many legends, and its meaning is "tear the soul of the cowardly person". It can cut off all kinds of troubles and destroy the demons that obstruct the path.
And the vajra pestle in the hands of the abbot of Prajna Temple is a sacred object that has been passed down thousands of years ago. It has been blessed with the breath of holy monks in the past, and it is much more sacred than the rosary of Buddha Kassapa.
The golden light is shining and shining, the abbot of Prajna Temple holding a vajra, his eyes are divine, like a Buddhist guardian vajra, the vajra is glaring, shocking all directions, dare not to refuse!
"The evil barrier Ye Fan, today Lao Na will cast down demons and exterminate demons and save you!"
As he said, the abbot of Prajna Temple held the vajra and cut through the sky, a golden lightning appeared in the midair, which was full of power to open the sky and the earth, and a long death crack appeared in the sky, bombarding Ye Fan's door.
"No!"
In the distance, Han Xiao yelled, desperately trying to rush over to rescue him, but Han Xiao's dantian was pierced, and there was nothing he could do.
And Ye Fan had already exhausted the last trace of strength, looking at the vajra that lased, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.
Death is close at hand!
At the moment of the moment, an earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted in the distance:
"Stop it! Don't hurt my master!"