Chapter 170: The Sword Breaks the Dead

"Hmph, I know you have a method of breaking space, but in front of my Changhong Sword, you don't have a chance to use it at all!" Ling Yue said what Ye Fan was worried about, all powerful martial arts must have a release process, Changhong Sword, fast and sharp, will not give Ye Fan this opportunity.

"Since you are so confident, I will compete with you for a sword!" Ye Fan's face was still indifferent, and the cuffs of his cuffs had lit up with a white light as he spoke, and he was also glowing with a fierce sword aura.

With Tu Dao Dan, as long as it is not a perverted martial art like the Phantom World God Fist, it can almost be used infinitely if the spiritual power is sufficient, and the Sleeve Sword at this moment is of course no exception.

"Whew!"

A sharp white light flew out of his cuffs, accompanied by a sound of breaking the air, and went straight towards Ling Yue's eyebrows.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" In the face of this sword, Ling Yue's face was full of disdain, and the Changhong in his hand swung forward, cutting at this white light with great accuracy, and it was crushed with one blow.

"Don't worry, there's more!" Ye Fan instead had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and waved his sleeves.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sound of breaking the air sounded one after another, and the white light in Ye Fan's cuffs kept shooting out, without interruption, and it was already five in the blink of an eye.

"Drink, look at my Qianqiu Sword Technique!" Ling Yue's face finally brought a hint of caution, he could detect the power of these white lights, and the power of the Sleeve Sword as a mid-Xuan Rank martial art was naturally not covered.

At this moment, if Ling Yue didn't deal with it well, it was very likely that he would be pierced into a hornet's nest.

"And swordsmanship?"

Looking at the Changhong Sword dancing rapidly in front of him, Ye Fan was a little surprised, the position of the Changhong Sword flying was extremely exquisite, and it was just right to defeat the sword light in his sleeve, making it impossible to get close to Ling Yue's body one meter in front of him.

"The swordsmanship is good, it's up to you how you take it this time!" After Ye Fan said lightly, he waved his sleeves together, and a total of ten sword lights shot out from his sleeves, and the fierce aura almost tore through everything and broke the space.

This is the maximum amount that Ye Fan can exert at this moment, and if he adds one more, his spirit will collapse, but this kind of spiritual power is already a hundred times that of a normal person.

The sword light in his sleeve appeared in an extremely tricky direction, shooting at Ling Yue's several dead corners and weaknesses, which Ye Fan analyzed through the Qianqiu Sword Technique, which can be described as a loophole in this Sword Technique.

"Hmph, what's so bad about it!" Ling Yue's face sank again, but his words were still arrogant, and he directly withdrew the Changhong Sword in front of him, and shouted at the same time: "Changhong through the sun, protect my body!"

"Brush, brush!"

As his words fell, the Changhong Sword in front of him suddenly spun rapidly like a spiral, and for a while, white light burst out, which was extremely dazzling.

The pure white power of pure yuan has spontaneously formed a shield on the Changhong Sword, and with the help of the aura of the Changhong Sword, Ling Yue is firmly protected inside.

The power of the spirit soldier is not only to attack, but also to protect.

"Bang bang......" The sword light in his sleeve shot in, and he could only make a muffled sound, and he couldn't penetrate the sword arc formed by the Changhong Sword at all.

"How's it going? Do you feel powerless and regret your previous decision? Feeling his absolute safety, Ling Yue couldn't help but sneer at the person opposite.

Ye Fan dared to openly challenge him in public, and at this moment, he naturally wanted Ye Fan to regret it and ended in a fiasco. And the successive failures of the sword in his sleeve gave Ling Yue this confidence.

Ye Fan still had the original faint expression and did not respond.

"Hmph, don't pretend, I only need a sword to deal with you!"

Ye Fan's refusal to answer made Ling Yue feel like a fool talking to himself, and he suddenly lost his patience to play with Ye Fan, withdrew the Changhong Sword, split the last sword light in his sleeve, and was about to charge up to cut out a sword arc that was enough to defeat Ye Fan, but suddenly heard a faint voice above his head:

"Your last sword, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!"

The voice was flat, it was Ye Fan's usual tone, this word made Ling Yue's heart startled, and he raised his head suddenly.

"Brush!"

Only the dazzling golden light came into his eyes, which made Ling Yue blind in an instant, and the domineering power shocked Ling Yue's heart, familiar and terrifying.

"You...... You are cheating!" Ling Yue instantly understood that those white sword lights were completely a miscalculation that Ye Fan had deliberately brought him, and the figure in front of him was simply the phantom produced by Ye Fan after he left.

Due to the speed, the phantom did not have time to dissipate.

"It's you who have been pretending, to deal with you, I only need one punch!" Ye Fan's tone was flat, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, the golden light filled the sky, and the space on the battle platform began to tremble.

"Phantom World Divine Fist, break it for me!"

Finally, with the appearance of this voice, the entire space smashed open, and only a piece of daylight appeared in front of everyone, vast and colorless, as if connected to a more distant void.

"No ......" a hysterical cry drowned in the daylight and slowly dissipated.

Ling Yue had seen the power of the Illusory World Divine Fist at the beginning, and it was only by relying on it that he was able to break through the Ghost Array, and at this moment, he experienced it firsthand, and he was even more terrified.

"What a powerful martial art, he actually has the ability to shatter space, this son is really a disciple of the Northern Regions?" This is the common thought of the four sect envoys present, and they can't help but look at Ye Fan even more differently.

Under the surprise of the sect envoy, the space was slowly repaired, and at this moment, the heaven and earth battle platform had completely dissipated, and two figures appeared on the flat ground, one embarrassed and the other indifferent.

The embarrassed person was naturally Ling Yue, and at this moment, I saw him wearing a cloak of hair, covered in blood, bowing down, and barely standing with the Changhong Sword in his arms.

And Ye Fan, except for his slightly pale face, was still standing quietly as before, staring at the person in front of him with sharp eyes.

"Haha...... Hahaha!" Although Ling Yue was embarrassed and was hit hard under this punch, he laughed suddenly, his handsome face that was originally like a crown of jade had already been unrecognizable, and he looked a little hideous: "Ye Fan, I really didn't expect that your last reliance still can't kill me, I really want to know what kind of ability you have to make me die with a sword." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yue slowly straightened his body, picked up the Changhong in his hand and pointed directly at Ye Fan, but he had the momentum of a strong man. Shame is not shame, although he is embarrassed at the moment, what he wants is face.

A long rainbow is worth a strong man who guards a realm and a heavy weight, although the aura is much weaker at this moment, it is enough to save Ling Yue's life.

Ye Fan smiled coldly when he heard this, ten drops of demon essence blood had already appeared in his hand, and he said lightly: "When the blood is coagulated, the sword is self-broken, and the person is self-destructive, my promise will be fulfilled!"

After that, under Ling Yue's incomprehensible gaze, Ye Fan threw the essence blood into the air, and the moment the volley flew out, those essence blood really condensed together as Ye Fan said, and in an instant, it exuded a majestic might.

At this moment, Ling Yue had been severely injured by the Illusory World Divine Fist, and the same was true for the spirit soldiers, under Ye Fan's estimate, ten drops of essence blood were enough.

"Go!" Ye Fan pointed out towards the condensed drop of essence blood, and suddenly, the essence blood swelled rapidly, and the blood light spread to the sky, turning into a column of blood that was neither thick nor thin in the blink of an eye, and shot towards Ling Yue, who was close at hand, with an unstoppable momentum.

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