Seeing that the ghost head knife had changed, Bao Bao's different face instantly darkened.

"Could it be that this kid ......?"

Before he could figure out the situation, the ghost head knife that was trembling constantly flew back into Ye Fan's hand with a rub.

At the moment when Ye Fan touched the Ghost Head Knife, the Ghost Head Knife actually exuded a huge momentum, instantly forcing Bao Wei back a few steps.

The unexpected was more than that, Ye Fan's shoulders just now were almost immobile.

But after getting the Ghost Head Knife, the wound on his shoulder actually began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Could it be that this is the unity of man and sword!"

Bao Different's face was full of horror, and he had only heard his master say it, but he had never seen it at all.

Even like the Soviet Army and the Ghost Head Knife, who have been fighting side by side for decades, it seems that they have not reached this state.

But the young man in front of him, although his cultivation is not shallow, he can't surpass the Soviet army at all.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, the blood on Ye Fan's body has had a special reaction with the Ghost Head Knife.

On the other side, Ye Fan, who got the ghost head knife, also seemed to have an incredible face.

Just now he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that in an instant, he would take the initiative again.

Especially in the ghost head knife at this time, there seemed to be a steady stream of power, which was transmitted to Ye Fan's body.

Suddenly, a vague figure seemed to appear in front of Ye Fan's eyes.

He floated around in front of Ye Fan, like a ghost.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan asked in his heart.

And that phantom seemed to be able to hear Ye Fan's words, and suddenly sneered and said, "I am the sword soul!"

"Knife Soul?"

"Not bad! The sword that slays a thousand people, and the peerless sword soul is born!

I've been looking for my master, but no one has been able to match me.

But in your blood I find a touch of familiarity.

You, from hell!

Only you! to be worthy of me! ”

Ye Fan stood there in a daze, his lips kept shaking, as if he was talking to someone.

When Bao Wei saw this scene, he was even more dazed, and he didn't know what Ye Fan was doing at all.

But he only knows one thing now, if he can't take advantage of Ye Fan's trance, kill him with one move.

The next battle situation is very unfavorable to yourself.

Thinking of this, the bag is different without a trace of hesitation.

"Take your life!"

Bao Wei tried his best to split Ye Fan in two.

Who knew that at this time, Ye Fan, who was still in a daze just now, suddenly burst into inspiration in his eyes.

"Huh!"

There was a loud roar, and the shock package was different from the eardrum and painful.

At this point, he could only take two steps back and put his blade back.

But before he could stop, he suddenly heard a bang, and a cold light had reached him.

At this time, Ye Fan did not have a trace of emotion in his eyes.

It is a kind of indifference, an indifference that does not belong to the world.

And the ghost head knife in his hand no longer seems to be a knife in the world.

After fighting with the Soviet army for many years, Bao Wei was able to escape death.

But at this moment, he felt that he was going to die.

But perhaps out of the desire to survive, Bao Wei still has to fight hard.

He raised the treasure knife in his hand again, and forcibly blocked the blade of the ghost head knife.

In the desperate fight just now, there were no gaps in the different treasure swords.

But after a hard encounter with Ye Fan this time, I only heard the sound of the bell, and the different knives were directly cut into two.

"How is this possible?"

At this time, the package is different, and I am completely confused.

What was the reason that made Ye Fan's combat power skyrocket in an instant.

He was looking at his broken knife, but Ye Fan had already walked towards him step by step.

As Ye Fan approached, Bao Wei suddenly had a creepy feeling.

"You, you're not Ye Fan, who are you?"

Bao Wei's question seems to be very abrupt.

But at this time, Ye Fan let out a sneer.

"Hehe, I'm Ye Fan, not Ye Fan?

I am the soul of the sword, the soul of the sword!

All I have to do is kill! ”

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Bao Wei felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

When he was learning art, he also heard his master say it.

In this ghost-headed knife, there is a peerless sword soul.

He is the most wicked, he is immortal.

Once he is to reappear, the world will become hell.

He wanted to get these ghost head knives himself, but also to want to merge with the sword soul to fulfill his ultimate wish.

But looking at the current situation, Ye Fan has already taken the lead.

However, although the sword soul can increase people's powerful combat power, it can also make people lose their minds.

Now Ye Fan, I'm afraid that he won't just kill himself.

As long as it is alive, it will be killed by him.

Indeed, as Bao Wei guessed, when this sword soul entered Ye Fan's body, Ye Fan had already discovered a trace of something wrong.

This sword soul seems to be extremely aggressive, and while Ye Fan's combat power has skyrocketed, he also feels that his bloodthirsty desire is getting stronger and stronger.

And he has gradually lost his mind, and his body seems to be really occupied by the sword soul.

"No, I've got to sober myself up."

Ye Fan once again stimulated his willpower, hoping to regain the initiative in his body.

Fortunately, Ye Fan was not given for nothing, and after some concentration, the sword soul seemed to have begun to be forced back into the ghost head knife by him.