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The black-clothed monk was also prepared for a long time, knowing that Ye Fan might catch up, he even prepared in advance, reflexively is a green magic circle opened!
After Wushuang Jianyi was inhaled, it was reflected back to Ye Fan!
Ye Fan fended off with a sword, and Yu Jian chased him up!
The hasty blow had no effect, and Ye Fan had already expected that if he used the sword intent energy of the level of Dawn Chenxing, perhaps he would no longer be able to absorb the rebound.
But the opponent can change direction at any time. In this case, Ye Fan can't be sure that Dawn Star can hit the opponent.
You must get closer and kill with one more blow!
In terms of degree, Ye Fan is confident that his swordsmanship must be faster than the opponent!
…
a few minutes ago.
On a street in Hanlu City, Taoist Yuzhuo, with his two disciples Mingjue and Mingye, was inquiring about some news.
I didn't want to, but I heard a loud noise coming from another direction of the city!
"It's not good! It is the master of the Xian family who is fighting!!"
"Everyone is going away!!"
Upon seeing this, a group of mortals hurried away and ran away, not daring to approach the fighting area.
In the ancient fairy world, there are countless mortals killed by monks fighting, which is why the population has always been small.
And some monks were watching from a distance, not sure, no one dared to join in the fun, after all, the situation was unknown.
Taoist Yuzhuo took a closer look and found that there were more than a dozen majestic soaring vines there, but their expressions suddenly changed, "Vegetable Soul Soldier, Tongtian Vine?! Great Day Celadon Curse!?"
Ming Jue was stunned and said, "Da Ri Qingguang Curse? Master, isn't that my sect's unique knowledge that can only be performed in the realm of shaping the spirit!?"
"Which elder of our Eastern Emperor Sect is here?! Who did you fight with!?" Ming Ye exclaimed.
Taoist Yuzhuo frowned, and said, "No matter which elder it is, there must be a strong enemy, so you need to use such a killer move. I will take a look. You two, don't get too close. protect yourself!"
"Yes!"
The two disciples arched their hands, and when they raised their heads, Taoist Yuzhuo had already flew a hundred meters away!
…
In midair, Ye Fan's sword flew quickly, and at the same time he summoned thousands of flying swords, ready to limit the opponent's range of activities at any time.
The black-clothed monk who flees in front noticed that Ye Fan kept pulling closer and gritted his teeth.
"What a Leng Xingchen... This sword intent is so powerful... Could it be a heavenly sword intent?!"
The black-clothed monk was muttering in his heart, confessing that he had lived thousands of years, but he had never seen such a variety of sword intent, and his power was so powerful that he was trembling.
Seeing that he was about to be caught up, the black-clothed monk didn't care about revealing his appearance, and released a group of turquoise true essence behind him. He broke his jacket directly, and the black cloak also fell down!
An old man with a pale head and a fierce face showed his true face!
"Taiyi's Qi, Sunda Wind God Wings!!"
In an instant, the turquoise true essence behind him unfolded into a pair of huge light wings, like the wings of a giant eagle falcon, and suddenly, the wind was raging, and his flight speed suddenly became faster! !
Not only that, the violent air currents also made Ye Fan chasing after him more difficult!
When Ye Fan saw that the other party had broken his clothes, he knew that he was going to kill him. Who would think it was not a reflexive fight, but a full escape!
After all, it is a monk who has finally cultivated to the realm of shaping the spirit, and his life is more important than anything else!
Seeing that he couldn't catch up with the other party, Ye Fan was also anxious. If he ran away, his identity as Leng Xingchen would be uncomfortable.
And next time, if this guy plays yin, or starts with Nian Ru Jiao, it will be even more difficult to deal with!
add! Must be added!
Seeing the light wings fluttering behind him, Ye Fan suddenly remembered that he still had a sword intent, which he hadn't used yet!
With a thought, Ye Fan immediately gathered thousands of flying swords behind him!
"Unparalleled sword intent, dragon scale sword wing!!"
The flying swords are put together neatly and densely on both sides behind Ye Fan with the degree of electric light and flint. The "kengkengkeng" metal clashing constantly, turning into a layer by layer like a scale-like superimposed state.
At the same time, two wings composed of seven-meter-wide flying swords formed behind Ye Fan!
This trick was based on the inspiration that Ye Fan got when he fought against Sally Yeh.
The devil's magic wings can make Sally Ye fly fast, and can be offensive and defensive, more effective than two hands.
Ye Fan initially imagined whether he could use his sword to form two sword wings. The sword could also be offensive and defensive. After blending into the Wushuang Sword Intent, his power would definitely increase!
It's just that in the state of the first disintegration, even if Ye Fan's control of swordsmanship and sword intent is sufficient, it is very difficult for him to gather so many swords together and use them as wings in a coordinated manner.
It's as if the baby bird has wings but doesn't have enough power to fly.
However, now that he doubled disintegrated, his sword intent was full of energy, and he was finally able to perform this trick successfully!
Under the sky, the sword wings shone with dazzling golden brilliance, and the halo was gorgeous like two metal mirrors!
Ye Fan urged his sword intent, his wings vibrated violently, bringing up two sharp winds!
"cough!!-"
The sound of breaking the sky, like a giant sword, will tear the sky apart!
The black-clothed old man in front of him who thought he could escape, heard the sharp sound behind him, and the pressure of the horrible sword intent that was approaching, his face was already scared!
"This... Is this legendary... Emperor-level sword intent!?"
The old man had never dared to think about that before, but the fear in his heart at this time had already forced him to face this shocking reality!
Seeing that the degree is no longer dominant, the old man turned around abruptly, his hands quickly forming a seal.
"Taiyi Qinglong Yin!!"
Ten percent of the true essence of the earth surging violently, a full six turquoise sturdy dragons roared towards Ye Fan!
Ye Fan didn't evade at all, his body spun violently, the dragon scale sword wings were like a storm of sword blades, and the volley directly smashed the six blue dragons into pieces!
The Wushuang sword intent in the dual disintegration state has completely crushed the true essence of the earth spirit level!
The blue light shattered, and the black-clothed old man suddenly appeared, Ye Fan was already in front of him!
"Don't kill me!!" The old man begged in horror, desperate!
He knew that Leng Xingchen was so terrifying, how could he agree to kill him!
But Ye Fan was short of time, no matter what he said, golden light flashed by, and a sword cut off the opponent's head! !
Blood spattered and the corpse fell from the air!
Just when Ye Fan felt a little loose and felt that his identity could be kept secret for the time being, he discovered that another Earthling monk from the Eastern Emperor Sect was approaching!
"Taoist Yuzhuo?"
Ye Fan frowned, did he fight this old man for too long
This is bad. When he sees his state, he will inevitably think of the death of Octavia, and the old man he killed is probably the top master of the Eastern Emperor's Sect.
When I saw each other, I had too many things that I couldn’t explain clearly. That Yuzhuo was so careful that he would doubt many things...
Kill Yuzhuo? It's not impossible... But Yuzhuo didn't chase himself down, he killed the innocent by himself, is it really good...
Ye Fan's thoughts flashed, and suddenly an idea came up. In a hurry, he didn't care too much, so let's do it first!
A large number of flying swords surrounded Ye Fan's body, covering Ye Fan's entire body.
When Feijian dispersed, Leng Xingchen was already gone.
Dressed in black, the black Daoist of the Northern Xuan School stood in the air with a cold face.