Murderous machines are rife.

As a peak master of the eighth layer of foundation building, the ancient soul can be said to be completely cultivated, and its killing power is even more dense as if it has condensed into substance, making it difficult for people to breathe!

But Yang Yifan is Yang Yifan after all, although his realm at this time is only the fifth layer of the foundation, but after the strengthening of the Purple Pole Demon Crystal, coupled with the enhancement of the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Dragon, in the face of this mountain-like pressure, he can still keep his face unchanged!

"Damn it, old fellow!"

Yang Yifan's face was cold, like the unchanging ice of the ancients, and his eyes also bloomed with a rich killing intention, and with a grasp of his palm, the Soul Divine Sword immediately appeared in his hand!

Yang Yifan didn't use the Imperial Soul Sword before, in order not to reveal his identity, but at this moment, in the face of the ancient soul, a peak powerhouse of the eighth layer of foundation building, Rao is Yang Yifan did not dare to hold it up, and he had to show his own kung fu to press the bottom of the box!

For example, the Soul Divine Sword, such as the boiling of beast blood, Yang Yifan knew that these might expose himself, but he couldn't care about so much at the moment!

"This sword?!"

Sure enough, seeing the Imperial Soul Divine Sword in Yang Yifan's hand, a trace of brilliance immediately flashed in the ancient soul's miserable green pupils, and then, the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger: "Where did you come from this sword!" ”

"Where did it come from?"

The corners of Yang Yifan's mouth pulled out a sneer, his figure flashed, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed away directly like that ancient soul!

At the same time, Yang Yifan shouted violently, and directly opened the boiling of beast blood!

"Huh!"

The hideous and domineering armor wrapped it, and the pitch-black wings appeared behind Yang Yifan, almost in the blink of an eye, Yang Yifan changed from the original delicate 'Mu Yi' to a hideous-looking demon beast!

"It's you!"

Seeing this scene, the ancient soul finally understood, and he shouted angrily, and the murderous intent on his face became stronger than ever!

He never imagined that that young man would be the guy who had been wanted by the Ten Thousand Poison Gate for so long!

"Today you will surely die!"

The ancient soul let out a violent shout, his dry palm stretched out, and the rich yin qi condensed towards his palm like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and in the blink of an eye, a ball of pitch-black energy the size of a human head was formed, and it slammed towards Yang Yifan angrily!

The power of this energy ball is extremely terrifying, and the speed is even faster, like a black lightning, where it passes, cracks appear in the space, and the buildings below can't withstand this pressure, and they collapse one after another, and a long ravine appears!

"All the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect Branch, capture this person!"

Just as this energy ball was shot, the ancient soul let out a cold shout!

If the ancient soul was just a killing intent for Yang Yifan at the beginning, then at this moment, after he knew that the person in front of him was the guy wanted by the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, he already had the intention of killing!

No matter what, the ancient soul would not let Yang Yifan escape!

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ”

And as his order was issued, those Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples who were watching the battle from the sidelines could only rush towards Yang Yifan, although they knew that they were not Yang Yifan's opponent at all, they did not dare to disobey the order of the ancient soul.

"Shenxuan!"

Yang Yifan looked at the monks from all directions, as well as the terrifying energy ball that rushed towards him, his eyes narrowed, and he directly threw out the Divine Mystery Rubik's Cube!

In the next second, two behemoths rushed out from Yang Yifan's wrist and the Imperial Soul Divine Sword!

Ghost General!

Kurosawa Python!

Now that it has been exposed, Yang Yifan no longer intends to hide, so he simply directly exerts all the hole cards and kills him upside down!

"Roar!"

The Kurosawa python is in the world, its body size has become longer in the wind, and it has increased to tens of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, its body is covered with pitch-black lines, the snake's eyes are cold, and it looks up to the sky and makes a loud roar, and the momentum is amazing!

"Boom!"

The ghost general was not to be outdone, its size was also extremely large, holding a chilling spear, and with a single shot, a sonic boom sounded in the air, and it rushed towards the group of Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks!

At the same time, the black energy ball emitted by the ancient soul finally arrived in front of Yang Yifan!

In the face of such an attack, Yang Yifan naturally would not be stupid and choose to be hard-hitting, with the help of the Divine Xuan Rubik's Cube, he could be said to do whatever he wanted in this space, but as soon as his mind moved, he dodged the impact of this black energy ball like a teleporter!

"Boom!"

The black energy ball slammed into the ground, and in an instant, the three halls collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, the ground shook, the earth cracked, and the powerful shock wave made some monks who were weak in cultivation directly turn into ashes!

"Hide? I'd like to see how long you can hide! ”

The ancient soul stared at Yang Yifan deadly, he didn't even look at the Kurosawa Python and the ghost general, even if he knew that the Kurosawa Python and the ghost general had resisted the attack of the rest of his Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks, but he still didn't pay attention!

At this time, the ancient soul has only one goal, and that is Yang Yifan!

As for the others, he wouldn't even look at them, and he didn't even care about the life and death of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect!

The ancient soul shouted angrily, and his body shot forward like a ghost, and the black yin qi flashed in the palm of his hand, the momentum was amazing, and the coercion was extremely strong!

"Breeze Swordsmanship!"

Yang Yifan silently recited in his heart, after turning on the boiling of beast blood, his cultivation was raised to another level, and now in this state, he is also true in the face of the ancient soul!

"Huh!"

The Qingfeng Sword Technique was unleashed, and Yang Yifan was like turning into a catkins fluttering in the wind, his body was extremely flexible, and his breath was even more ethereal, but the killing intent on the long sword in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and the sword qi was becoming more and more amazing!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the long sword in Yang Yifan's hand slashed into the palm of the ancient soul wrapped in yin qi, and the two collided, and the majestic true qi and yin qi set off a wave like a tornado, hula and scattered in all directions, forming a powerful shock wave visible to the naked eye!

"Whoosh!"

Under the strong impact, Yang Yifan's figure involuntarily retreated backwards, retreating hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and when he stopped his body, a trace of blood had already appeared at the corner of his mouth!

Going head-to-head with the eighth-layer powerhouse of the foundation building, you really have to suffer a big loss!

On the other hand, under the power of Yang Yifan's sword, he didn't retreat a single step, but the palm of his hand was dripping with blood, and he was slashed out of a hideous wound by Yang Yifan's sword!

"You actually hurt me!"

This wound has made the ancient soul furious, how many years? How many years has he not been injured? Now it's a shame to be slashed by this kid with a sword!

"Hurt you?"

Yang Yifan stretched out a finger to wipe away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his red eyes were full of murderous intent, and a sense of battle spirit instantly spread out from his body, straight into the sky!

"I'm not only going to hurt you, I'm going to kill you!"

(End of chapter)