Emperor God Mountain.
The Lord of the Emperor God and the Saint King Qingtian looked helpless, and this fellow Nirvana Sword Lord was really true. He directly challenged him without looking at his opponent. Yang Fan was the one who destroyed the four royal clans in one month. Ruthless, the horror of strength, even if it is not as good as the thirty-six false saints, it is not much worse than the thirty-six false saints, and it is not at all comparable to the thirty-two false sanctuary of Nirvana Sword Lord.
Even if he is the sword saint with the strongest attack power, he is the same, challenging him, this is not pure heart to seek abuse.
Fortunately, Yang Fan was not angry, otherwise, even if the fellow Jixiong Jianjun didn't die, he would have to peel off his skin.
"Hey!"
Shaking his head, eliminating the distracting thoughts in his mind, the three of them stared at the two in the void. By now, this battle is already imperative.
"I don't know how many moves this big ice block can withstand in Yang Fan's hands?"
"The nirvana swordsmanship of nirvana has reached the realm. The thirty-three false saints are not necessarily his opponents. If there are more, it is hard to say. Ten moves should not be a big problem."
"It's hard to say, the strength of the old silver dragon clan is not weak, even among the thirty-three false saints, it can be called the top, plus the power that can be exerted in the silver dragon holy lake, absolutely Not much weaker than a Thirty-Five Dao hypocrites, but in the end it was not easily suppressed by Yang Fan. In my opinion, the big ice block can support five strokes is considered good."
No one is optimistic about Sword Master Nirvana. The gap between the two parties is too huge. With the strength of Sword Master Nirvana, don't destroy the silver dragon clan of the first royal clan. Even the extermination of the horned dragon clan will have to pay a high price. In this battle, the victory or defeat has long been doomed, and it is nothing more than a problem that can support a few moves.
Above the void.
Yang Fan and Sword Master Jiming are far apart and opposed.
The Sword Lord of Nirvana stands in the air, just like the sculpture that has survived forever.
A kind of peerless sword repair stands on the top of the summit, and the loneliness of the cold high above emerges spontaneously.
He hasn't drawn his sword yet, and his whole person's aura is like a peerless divine sword out of its sheath, with its sharp edge exposed.
Around him, there was a vision of Xiaoxiao Konoha and colorful falling leaves. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was eclipsed. The sun, moon, stars, and the purest darkness, rising from his body, seemed to be able to Destroy everything, devour everything.
On the other hand, Yang Fan, who was far away, didn't change at all, he was still the same as before.
at this time... ... .
Yang Fan's lips moved, and he said, "Brother Ji Mie, let's take the shot." He didn't mean to take the lead at all. With his current power, once he took the shot, the battle would be over. There is the slightest resistance.
Even if this Sword Lord of Nirvana has no weaker power than the thirty-three pseudo-saints, the thirty-three pseudo-saints are better than the fourth-tier top sages, and barely have the power to match the fifth-tier top sages. , And today’s Yang Fan, just the power of a pure fleshy shell, can almost match a top second-tier top holy.
The gap between the two parties is too huge to be reasonable.
"Master of Yangyun, you're careful." Sword Lord Nirvana was not polite, and he knew in his heart that there was still a big gap between himself and Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~"
A black light flashed, and the Eight Tribulations Sacred Artifact behind the Sword of Nation-the Sword of Nation was unsheathed.
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
With a sword in his hand, Lord Nirvana Swordsman's whole body is soaring like a Yangtze River, and his whole person is like the source of darkness, corroding everything in the Quartet.
"Take me a sword."
"Hoo~~~Hoo~~~Hoo~~~"
Pieces of black sword light suddenly shot out from the pore cells of the nirvana sword monarch, like a storm in the starry sky, killing Yang Fan.
These black sword lights, billowing like a tide, wiped out everything. In an instant, they formed a mysterious sword formation, smashing towards Yang Fan. In this sword formation, countless hazy afterimages appeared, as if there were Thousands of peerless swordsmen are practicing swordsmanship and performing swordsmanship, like dreams and illusions.
However, this was not the most terrifying. Suddenly, above Yang Fan's head, a dark sword aura appeared out of thin air, silently, like a ghost, and it attacked and killed Yang Fan's Sea-Knowing Saint Soul directly.
This sword, Fang is the real ultimate move of Lord Nirvana Sword, slaying the holy soul with one sword, unpredictable ghosts and gods.
The fantasy sword formation ahead was just a fake move.
Of course, for the other false saints, the fantasy sword formation is also a fatal lore formation, even some thirty-two false saints, if they are not careful, they will be beheaded by that dream sword formation.
It's too late to say, then it's fast.
"Brother Ji Mie, let me break your sword." Yang Fan smiled casually, without seeing Yang Fan's actions.
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan opened his eyes in the sea of knowledge that was even more terrifying than the ninth-level top-level holy, and a terrifying spiritual light burst out suddenly.
It seemed as if the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, wherever it passed, what extinguished sword aura, the fantasy sword array were all swept away, as if it had never appeared at all.
"I... I lost."
Sword Lord Nirvana looked a little gloomy. He thought that even if he could not cause too much trouble to Yang Fan, he would have to spend a lot of hands and feet if he wanted to break it. I never thought of it. It was so easily broken by Yang Fan.
And he could feel that Yang Fan didn't use much power at all. The horrible holy soul power that flashed away made him terrified. He had a feeling that if Yang Fan was willing, he could do it with just one move. To completely obliterate him from this world.
It is definitely not much more difficult than crushing and killing an ant.
"I lost... I lost the big ice block like this?" The three of the Lords of the Emperor God couldn't react. The lore sword just now, especially the ghost sword, was a magical touch. Replaced by them, no one has the confidence to retreat under this sword, even if they don't die, they have to be hit hard.
Even if it is some thirty-four ways, it is not easy to take this sword.
In the end, it was given by Yang Fan... Monster, really a monster.
But soon, a surprise flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Emperor Gods. Yang Fan was his ally, and he was the foreign aid he invited. The stronger his strength, the greater the benefits of their Emperor God Clan in the next Hundred Clan Conference. .
"Brother Yang, I have prepared a banquet for you, Brother Yang, please." Before you know it, the title of the Lord of the Emperor God has changed. In the world of monks, the strong are respected, the strong are first, and the age is what, It's nothing at all.
Soon, a grand banquet began.
At that banquet, emperors and princesses such as Emperor God Peixue could only act as maids.
On the wine table made of top-grade sacred crystals, there are all kinds of rare delicacies made of rare and exotic beasts, and the top sacred fruits, plate after plate, constantly sent to the table, ordinary people If you can eat a bite, you will immediately become a feather, and you will live forever.
There is also that beautiful wine, even more extraordinary, just a glass is enough for a half-sage to break through a small realm.
Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Yang Fan glanced at the Lord of the Emperor God and said, "Brother Emperor God, I don’t know what is going on in this Hundred Clan Conference?" Yang Fan knows only a little bit about this Hundred Clan Conference. He only knows that this is the top clan of the Sacred Heart Domain. Carving up the feast is the only way for many high-class races to be promoted to the top big clan. It is held every billion years.