Ye Fan's current realm is no longer afraid of the ferocious aura of the Great Wilderness War Halberd, and he just used Duanmutong as a whetstone to test the power of this thing and his own combat power level.

"What a murderous soldier!" Duanmu Tong laughed wildly, his momentum was pulled out again and again, the natal knife yuan was withdrawn from his body, and quickly condensed into an entity behind his back, and a giant knife with a simple shape and a purple body was born!

This sword and halberd spewed out boundless murderous and evil aura in the dark night of London, and even the figure of the master was drowned by the terrifying aura released by the weapon!

"Old guy, let's see if your firewood knife is powerful, or the uncle's burning stick and fork!" Ye Fan's heart surged with surging battle intent, this battle was the battle he had longed for, the innate Mahayana, it was useless to deal with warships, and only by playing against masters of the same level or even the innate Great Perfection realm could the value and strength be reflected.

Duanmutong is going to do his best, how can he have reservations!

The Great Wilderness War Halberd waved violently, and in an instant, it was like thousands of troops and horses galloping at the same time, and the rolling Great Wilderness aura swayed behind him, and the dust poured down, and there was chaos!

Duanmutong's eyes were blazing, two essences were like knives, and he clasped the dragon slashing knife with his backhand, a neat and incomparably sharp chop, the air was like a whistle, and he roared violently, and a golden dragon shadow suddenly burst out of the blade!

In the next moment, a thunderclap exploded, and in this empty and uninhabited suburb, hideous electric sparks shot out of thin air, illuminating the two faces that were not like humans in the night!

The sharp roar reached the nine heavens, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and the dragon shadow that burst out of the dragon slashing knife was split in half by the Great Wilderness War Halberd with one move!

Ye Fan and Duanmu Tong were separated by a distance of dozens of meters, looking at each other coldly, maintaining a static movement.

The night wind is howling, sharp and bleak, there is no plant within a few hundred meters around, the world is full of vastness, endless dust falls, and does not stain a corner of clothes.

A fluttering blade of grass blocked the sight of the two, and in an instant, the wind and clouds rose again, and the dragon broke the sky!

Boom –

The Great Wilderness War Halberd and the Dragon Slayer slashed together, violently clashing, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the starry sky also dimmed.

The dragon soul trapped in the dragon slaying knife was cut in half again and again by the Great Wilderness War Halberd, and it was constantly miserable, but because it was not an entity, it would not be completely destroyed, but the golden mang gradually dimmed, showing weakness.

The two of them fought each other more than ten times in a row, and there was not an inch left intact in this wilderness, and even the soil under their feet was cut into fine dust particles, falling like a dark rain curtain.

Dozens of times of bombardment, it seemed that there was a tie, Duanmu Tong retracted the knife and teleported, appeared a few miles away, and transmitted the sound from afar:

"The old man has killed countless people with knives in his life, but today he has met a strange talent! Okay, let you see what it means to be sacred!"

What is a saint? A sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth.

"Old horseman, I use you to teach?" he let out a wave of disdain, and his voice echoed.

Just a congenital peak, not even Jin Dan and Yuanying masters, and dare to play a big sword in front of Guan Gong? In his previous life, what kind of cultivation master Ye Fan had never seen? The scene of flying immortals in the sky was not unusual, and a Broken Sword Saint was also bragging about it here!

Duanmutong let out an earth-shattering roar a few miles away, "Xiao'er, the old man's trick is going to the meeting alone, do you dare to accept it!"

"Go to your mother's meeting, old thief Mao!" Ye Fan is trying to fight with him freely, in the case of equal strength, who is afraid of whom?

"Good boy, you give me death!" The long howl that came from a few miles away rolled up the boundless fallen leaves, and flew all over the sky, and flocks of crows and nightingales chirped into the sky, and fled for their lives en masse, and in the endless darkness, a little dazzling white light like the light of dawn, pierced the dark night!

That little bit of white mangs was instantly magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

The extra-long sword shot from a few miles away, and the void seemed to be smashed, breaking out a huge crack, the speed was so fast, the power was fierce, like a ** attack, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

This spatula is menacing, as if it wants to split the earth and chop Ye Fan into pulp before he can relieve his hatred!

Under the sword, the body as small as an ant, compared to the hundreds of meters long sword yuan, Ye Fan seemed to be defeated.

He didn't teleport and escape, nor did he come up with any means of attack, he wanted to hard-connect with this trick!

A fierce and vigorous battle intent bloomed from his eyes, burning, and violently spread to his whole body, boiling blood, burning every inch of skin, every muscle, every cell!

This power, through his hand, was transmitted to the Great Wilderness War Halberd, and in an instant, it aroused the demonic nature of this world-famous fierce soldier, and the violent evil qi gushed strongly, gilding Ye Fan's back with a layer of dark and immortal light!

This crazy will of his aroused a strong resonance of the Great Wilderness War Halberd, and a thought was born sharply in the bottom of his heart, as if the eternal inheritance in his blood came out!

"Eight Desolations and Six Combinations!"

In the next moment of exhalation, darkness enveloped his figure, and the Great Wilderness War Halberd in the wild dance erupted into a chaotic light and shadow, wrapping into a sealed sphere in an instant!

Duanmutong's natal knife element was slashed almost in the same second, the white light was full of purple light, and the phantom of the dragon soul loomed in the purple, looking down from a distant height, it seemed like a big guillotine knife slashed on the small grain of rice!

In an instant, everything is silent!

Heaven and earth seem to be silenced.

This strange vision, just a snap of the fingers, where the blade fell, was like a *** explosion!

The sword wind and waves poured into the mountains and seas, extending infinitely to the earth on both sides, this knife fell, and the black ball danced out of the Great Wilderness War Halberd was not cut, and layers of knife qi and evil qi were all over the sky, like the end of the world!

Seeing that one move didn't work, Duanmu Tong roared hundreds of meters away: "Hidden knife in sheath!"

The natal sword element was pulled out of a phantom, as if there was a knife in the knife, and three tens of meters long swords were continuously slashed from the void, all of which were slashed on the black ball cover of the condensed evil qi of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe.

"It's my turn, old thief, eat grandpa!" From the unbreakable black ball, Ye Fan's happy laughter popped out.

Whew-

The black ball skyrocketed into a giant pillar of optimism, about ten meters wide and dozens of meters long, and the ferocious situation of a moment seemed to poke the heavens out!

Duanmu Tong's natal sword yuan also looked dull under this pitch-black giant pillar, and he couldn't help but feel fear, what kind of divine weapon was this? Why did he feel a trace of fear that could not be suppressed, and it continued to swell into his heart?

Before he could figure it out, the Great Wilderness War Halberd smashed down on his head, Mount Tai pressed the top, the black wind blew on his face, and Duanmu Tongcang suddenly met him with a knife.

Bang!

The loud sound exploded, and the thunder intertwined with dazzling firelight in the dark night, and under the collision with all his strength, Duanmutong's hands trembled, because he held the knife in both hands, the tiger's mouth was torn together, and the blood light was sprinkled on the robe, a scarlet!

"Hehe, is it soft, is your knife made of noodles?" Ye Fan didn't give him a chance to breathe, and smashed at Duanmutong one after another, and the halberd was used as a golden hoop stick, smashing this piece of the earth rumbling and trembling, and the ground shook.

Duanmu Tong's offensive just now had exhausted most of his True Qi, and at this moment, it was the opponent's turn to counterattack, and he was left with an embarrassed parry, his cloak scattered, and his blood stained all over his body.

I don't know if it's because Ye Fan once planted the mad demon root, the Great Wilderness War Halberd seems to have identified this master, as if it is perfectly integrated with him, the mind is connected, and every move is perfect, without the slightest rustiness and dullness.

Every time the Great Wilderness War Halberd was smashed, it was like swatting a fly, and the Natal Sword Yuan in Duanmu Tong's hand was getting darker and darker.

The fierce battle of the two masters, without reservation, all used a lifetime of cultivation, hard against hard, not afraid of shocking the world, regardless of whether they were caught by the third eye in their battle against the sky, go all out, and leave no way back.

Duanmu Tong has fought all his life, assisted the Sword Sect for more than 100 years, and has seen a lot of knowledge, what kind of opponent has not been seen, but tonight, he was really shocked by this young junior, and he was shocked frequently. According to the information obtained by the Sword Sect from many sources, this kid is just a mid-congenital stage, and it is impossible for him to be his opponent at all, but he didn't expect to find out after meeting that he is already at the peak of innate nature! Is there a mistake in the intelligence, or is it that in just one month, he has repeatedly broken through several bottlenecks?

This is just one of the things that surprised Duanmutong, and secondly, the magic weapon in this son's hand is even more strange, it seems to be just a remnant soldier, the power is terrifying, killing him is exhausted, unable to resist, and the danger is full of dangers, and if this continues, Duanmutong feels that his old life is going to be confessed here.

You must avoid its edge and seek something else!

A killing force that swept through thousands of armies rolled in, and Duanmu Tong gritted his teeth and teleported a few miles away, trying to dodge this stick.

"Do you want to run, stop me, Duanmutong!"

Behind him, Ye Fan's rolling sound of a hundred miles came, and when he heard this sound, Duanmu Tong's heart exploded with a bang, falling from the void, and the teleportation was interrupted!

He fell into the gravel and rolled like a sack a few times, as if his body was imprisoned by something, and he couldn't move.

"Old and immortal, this time it depends on whether you die or not!"

Ye Fan appeared in front of him, and in the palm of his left hand, a golden object suddenly appeared, the Golden Scale!

On the left side of the scale, a whirlpool of gas hangs in the air and solidifies, that is the dantian of Duanmutong!