But the target of these soul qi that had been refined by the Demon Suppression Tower was not Yan or turtles, but those sword formations that were fixed in front of Yan!

Like a raging wave striking on thirty-three swords, it did not knock down the swords, nor did it slow down the attack of the swords, but it was like irrigating the lives of the silent undead, causing them to revive suddenly!

The thirty-three sword qi was like a resurrection, as if it had eyes, and the light was extremely white, so white that it gave birth to red, as if it had a pair of eyes, and stabbed towards Yan again with indescribable killing intent!

"What a madman, he actually borrowed the power of the Black Sea in front of me, and you borrowed it!

Yan jumped up from the turtle's back, turned and left.

"Deathwing, escape!"

"You can't go!" Yang Fan took advantage of the victory to pursue, and pointed a little, and the thirty-three sword changes suddenly turned into a net of heaven and earth, surrounding Yan in the middle.

"Kill!" Yang Fan's eyes widened, and thirty-three sword qi stabbed towards Yan in the center at the same time.

Yan is indeed unavoidable.

Deathwing quickly fell, engulfing Yan in it. Thirty-three sword changes also unceremoniously slashed at the surface of the wings, making a huge and strange sound.

"Woohoo!

Thirty-three sword qi stabbed on the Deathwing, as if entering another world, killing countless living beings in that world. Deathwing wailed, not for mercy, not for crying, but for despair.

Yang Fan was extremely good at seizing the opportunity in the battle, and immediately said: "You three, work together to attack that turtle, don't care about Yan!"

Xiaolong comprehended and took the lead in exerting force, and Xiong Bao and Zhou Dabao also used soul magic together.

The aftermath of the thirty-three sword changes was still in motion, Yan himself could not be protected, and he had no time to take care of the turtle, he didn't even have a chance to watch the turtle being killed.

Rumble!

The turtle also let out a desperate roar like an undersea volcanic eruption, and fell to the ground with a bang.

If Yan, the Turtle and the Deathwing formed a powerful formation, then Yang Fan borrowed the Thirty-Three Sword Transformation that Yang Fan had activated by borrowing the Demon Tower of the Floating Life Town and the Yin Netherworld Ferryboat, which was equivalent to finding the eye of this formation. It seems that he is facing an indestructible behemoth, but as soon as he finds the formation eye, he seems to be so vulnerable.

"Whoa, whoa—"

Under the protection of Deathwing, Yan endured the power of thirty-three sword transformations. Although there was no worry about life and the injury was not too serious, the shock that Yang Fan brought to him was too great.

Sometimes, mental pain can be worse than physical pain because it can make people angry and even crazy.

Yan wailed, "Turtle!

Yang Fan's voice was like a swordfish shuttling in the sea, penetrating layers of waves and coming to Yan's ears: "Yan, now is not the time for you to grieve, take care of yourself!"

"Ahh

Bang!

A cloud of black mist emerged from under Yan's feet, and his body flew up like a sharp arrow. When he fell again, he was already standing alone at the bottom of the sea.

Although he was still tall and burly, he was still imposing, but without the turtle and the altar of the deep sea, and even without the Deathwing, he seemed so lonely and helpless.

He had been enveloped in endless killing intent.

However, he, like Yang Fan, did not have a trace of fear.

This battle will not stop to the end!

Yan was angry, Yan was really angry.

If you calculate the time in the realm where he is located, it is already a thousand years ago, he entered the underworld, and he has the qualification of reincarnation but does not regain life, but retains the memories of his previous life and becomes a small soldier in the underworld. He followed his master and laid a foundation in the underworld with that underworld power. Although he still has a low position in his camp, he is regarded as a confidant by his master. As long as the cultivation is raised in the future, it will definitely be entrusted with important tasks.

But unluckily, the master fell, the team collapsed, and was strangled by the army of the underworld. I don't know how many years it lasted, I don't know how many life-and-death battles he went through, but he still survived and got stronger and stronger. Although a soul pill realm soul guest is nothing in the underworld, he has his own unique personal charm and combat methods, which made him achieve his reputation in the underworld, and by chance, he got the netherworld ferry, and since then he has lived in seclusion in the Black Sea projection, escaping from the pursuit of the underworld army.

Such a character who has existed for thousands of years, such a soul who has experienced thousands of battles, how arrogant and contemptuous he should be to the world. But now, he has been forced to such a point by a sixteen-year-old boy in the human world, if he doesn't get angry anymore, then he really doesn't deserve the word "Yan"!

"When I don't die, I will come to the bitterness. Yang Fan, you are a mortal, relying on the artifact in your hand, you don't know the height of the sky, the cause and effect are constant, the soul forcibly snatches the corpse demon first, and the bottom of the Black Sea is behind, if you don't kill you today, when you grow up, the Three Realms will be troubled by you!"

Yan burst out, and the sound that erupted from his body was like a solid burst of thunder, causing the surrounding sea water to tumble, and the bottom of the sea trembled slightly. It's just a paragraph, it's like there is a violent vibration at the bottom of the sea, which is very scary.

He spread his arms outstretched, spread his fingers, and withdrew his hands as if he were holding something.

The next moment, the arms began to burn from the fingertips, and black flames rose.

Under the shroud of strong killing intent, Yang Fan had a momentum of controlling life and death, his eyes were like swords, his expression was fierce, and he said sharply: "In your eyes, I am a small man, a mortal. But in my eyes, aren't you a demon who is pretending to be a rooster and a dog? You are saying something serious, saying that I am causing trouble in the Three Realms, but how can I be frightened by you?"

After Yang Fan took it with one hand, he said with high spirits: "Don't say it's the Three Realms, even if it's the Seven Realms or the Ten Realms, as long as you don't mess with me, I won't provoke anyone, if the Three Realms provoke me, I will never be so easy to provoke." If the Seven Realms are against me, I will not be afraid. If the Ten Realms want my life, I will carry a sword and a ship to kill all the evildoers of the Ten Realms!"

"What arrogant, such a proud boy!" Yan suddenly had a strange emotion, which did not make him angry, but made him feel very happy. It seems that Yang Fan's words against him actually made him feel good.

Yang Fan shouted: "We will fight to the death, what about my arrogance? What about pride? Yan, biting words and chewing words is not our strong point, come, use all your tricks, fight!"

Suddenly, thirty-three more sword qi burst out from Yang Fan's body, but this time it was not directly towards Yan Fei, but instead of flying directly towards Yan Fan, it revolved back and forth around Yang Fan's body.

It's just that it naturally rotated in a circle, and the monstrous killing intent rose again.