Somewhere on the European continent, two figures finally stopped in the darkness.

Putting aside Ning Bu Lack's minions, without those few people interfering, at this time, Ning Bu Lack will be singled out, compared to the confrontation between the two at the beginning, Ye Fan has a ninety percent chance of winning!

It was a wilderness, with neither mountains nor rivers, and it was boundless and flat, especially suitable for duels in the dark, and no one knew if it died.

"Don't run away, this seat will give you one last chance, hand over the magic weapon to leave this place! "I'd rather lack a pair of eyes that show a murderous color in the dark night, as sharp as two blades.

"It's really wishful thinking, when you come to ancient times, you still want to go back, I don't even plan to go back alive!" Ye Fan sneered, "Don't talk nonsense, give me death!"

The greatest contribution Li Luoya made before his death was to howl all the way, so that the name of Ning Bu Lack would ring all over the ancient land of Shenzhou, and now it was the turn of the judgment rather than the lack of it!

Only by knowing the name of the other party can the Golden Scales work, and as the bell of the judgment rang, the heart of the Sword Emperor quickly appeared in the tray on the left!

Ning Belack encountered the same danger as Wang Yongshi, his body instantly stiffened, and his heart went into arrest.

"Explode for me!" Ye Fan shouted angrily, and with a bang, the heart phantom on the tray exploded into nothingness.

The essence in Ning Beque's eyes dimmed instantly, and he staggered back with his heart covered, and a few strands of long hair trembled down, covering half of his cheeks.

Ye Fan suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if it had gone too far, and the victory at his fingertips made him vigilant.

"I see...... Wang Yongshi was plotted by this...... "Ning Beqian raised his head, revealing a cold and gloomy face.

He didn't die! He was unharmed under the Golden Scale! What happened to his heart just now?

"You used a pseudonym?" Ye Fan blurted out in surprise, a thought suddenly flashed like lightning, and he immediately changed his words and asked: "No, you would rather not be lacking! Who are you!"

The power of the Golden Scale's judgment acts on the soul, and unless someone's name does not match it, the judgment may be invalid!

"Huh...... Who am I?" Ning Beiyin smiled: "Of course I am the Sect Master of the Sword Sect!"

"You're not. Ye Fan shook his head, the Great Wilderness War Halberd was held horizontally in his palm, and he shouted coldly: "No matter who you are, you will be buried in the ancient world today!"

Seeing this exclusive weapon that originally belonged to the Desperate Demon Lord, Ning Bei's eyes were suddenly startled, and he called out the name of this murderous soldier: "Great Wilderness War Halberd!"

"You also recognize the Great Wilderness War Halberd? It seems that you should have died under its blade, so take out the sword. Ye Fan narrowed his eyes.

I'd rather stare at the remnant soldier and shout with hatred: "Okay! Since the ghost of the old thief in Chu Hongprison is still gone, this seat will crush you and this broken halberd together and scatter ashes and bury you here forever!"

A red and purple breath floated out from the center of Ning Beque's eyebrows, and the center of his forehead, like a cracked third eye, revealed the color of demonic evil, and the natal knife yuan was released from his body, and in Ning Beque's hand, a hideous red blade immediately showed its true body!

This knife is as red as blood, and the angry flames hanging down from the knife body are like sand, scattering silk, like a living thing, just like the wings of the ancient god bird phoenix.

The eyes of the two masters collided, and in an instant, the knife and the halberd crossed a distance of 100 zhang and collided wildly together!

The Great Wilderness War Halberd and the Burning Sky Knife were divided with one touch, and then they collided wildly in one place again, and the rapidly moving figures of the two printed thousands of phantoms under the starry sky, and from this battlefield, they quickly fought to the other side of the world.

The stars are changing, the background is constantly changing, plains, mountains, rivers, deserts, ......

This fight made the sky dark, the stars were dark, and the two of them killed from the hinterland of Europe to the ancient Sahara Desert and to the ancient African land!

Thousands of moves are swinged, and they are evenly matched!

Rather than lack a pair of eyes have been killed, he has only encountered such a battle once in his life, that time he almost lost his soul and completely disappeared into the world, and this time, this feeling of being like a man floating in his heart again.

He didn't dare to use all his cultivation, once the Heavenly Tribulation fell, he would also die for a lifetime, and he was always looking for a balance point, between the innate peak and the innate Great Perfection, and fought to the death with the opponent.

But even so, he was tied with his opponent.

What does it mean to be tied? It means that the two sides are competing for the elixir! Whoever brings enough medicine will be able to persevere until the end.

The war of attrition supported by the elixir, he is not afraid of the original, he is the master of a sect, and the most important thing about the elixir on weekdays is the sect master, but the enemy he encountered was the alchemy master, and he was the fierce enemy who killed two clan patriarchs in a row and captured their storage bags!

After countless rounds of bombardment, Ning Bei suddenly realized that his elixir was running out!

The few pills left could not be supported for long, and he had to take a risk and kill this person as soon as possible.

In the competition for nearly an hour, Ye Fan fought heartily, and the Great Wilderness War Halberd made it extremely easy, and he had the potential to become more and more courageous.

This kind of battle is the level that this level should be, when you meet the mountains, when you meet the water, when you meet the water, the desert blows sand, and you leave traces for thousands of miles!

The vast Sahara Desert has become the ultimate battlefield for these two people, and in a burst of knife explosions, it is better to take advantage of the situation to retreat, shout, and pull out the hairpin on the top of his head!

The long hair that was scattered was spread out, and it was better to buckle the hairpin on the Burning Sky Knife and merge into the red flame! The hairpin fused, as if it had poured several times the vitality into the giant knife, and the space around the knife body was burned completely, dark and distorted, and the red flame was inexhaustible!

"Let you see the real knife technique of this seat!

Rather than lack a hideous roar, the hair was full of messy hair and flew back, this knife came out, the stars in the sky didn't seem to bear to look directly, closed their eyes in fear, and the night was only a dark darkness that cut off life!

This domineering knife imprisoned the space around Ye Fan's body and surrounded it into an iron bucket knife array!

"Die!" rather than a loud shout, Ye Fan felt the sword qi from all sides pressing towards him, emptying the air in this space, and it instantly became a vacuum!

The terrifying sword and vacuum pressure were enough to crush him with a halberd!

The crimson shadow of the sword, which was several times faster, finally overwhelmed him!

"Haha...... This seat is a human being in two lives, and how can you match it!" The Sword Emperor's wild laughter echoed under the desert starry sky, and he risked his ninety percent cultivation to kill Ye Fan with one move, and he was extremely happy at the moment.

"Do you think you are the only special existence?" A sneer sounded in front of him, Ye Fan was out of a desperate situation, slashing the wind and clouds in a rage, and the Great Wilderness War Halberd smashed down with thunder.

Rather than lack of a big change in his face, he raised the Burning Sky Knife and carried this move to the death.

Rumble!

He parried Ye Fan's counterattack, but was smashed into the sand dunes with one move, only his arms and head were exposed, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Disheveled!

Ning Buque teleported hundreds of meters away, got out in embarrassment, gasped, and waved a knife and asked: "You...... How can you escape?"

"Haven't you heard that the water is even more flowing when the knife is drawn!?" Ye Fan held the Great Wilderness War Halberd in his hand and took a step towards the void!

This step seems simple and has no tricks, but it makes Ning Bei lack cold sweat dripping from his forehead!

Because, he clearly stood in the sky!

"This ...... What kind of footwork is this?" would rather than lack the astonishment in his eyes, even a master of the Innate Great Perfection could not stand in the air for too long, three or five seconds would do, and more than a minute would never be possible.

"Nine steps to turn the sky, this style is a smooth step!" Ye Fan sneered behind his back with one hand: "You hate your enemy Chu Hongjiao so much, haven't you seen his stunts?"

"Nine steps to turn the sky upside down...... This old dog! It turns out that he still hides a trick and refuses to teach it!" Ning Beque's face was ruthless, constantly changing, and when it came to the Desperate Demon Lord, he seemed to be a different person.

Ye Fan's mind moved, and he pointed at him and snorted coldly: "I know who you are, you are a villain who betrayed the Demon Lord, if you guessed correctly, your real name should be Fang Lang!"

Ning Bu Que listened to his words, his face became even more gloomy, especially when he heard the name Fang Lang, his face was even more fierce like a ghost!

Fang Lang, this is the real soul in his body, occupying the body that the Sword Emperor would rather not lack, and he was born!

"You know the name...... I can't keep you!"

He knew that he couldn't drag it out any longer, that strange golden scale would be his deadliest threat!

Knowing the true name of the Sword Emperor, Ye Fan finally grasped the opportunity to win, he didn't want to waste any more time, he consumed so much time, if he could return to the modern era, he didn't know how many years would pass, he had to kill Fang Lang as soon as possible, and fight quickly!

"Fang Lang!" The golden scales were spread out in the palm of his hand, and he initiated the last trial!

It's too late, it's fast, how can the Sword Emperor let him repeat his old skills, when this wave word just spit out, his eyes were crazy, and his lifelong cultivation broke out with all his might, and there was no reservation!

Even if you risk being blown into dregs by the thunder, you must kill this person! If you don't kill your opponent, he will definitely die!