Bang!

The two forces struck together, stirring up a fireworks-like spark, Zhou Yifan didn't expect Shen Qingfan to see through his proud body, so the attack was slightly insufficient, on the other hand, Shen Qingfan was a sword with all his strength, under the collision, Zhou Yifan suddenly fell downwind, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, flying upside down.

A clear mud mark seven or eight meters long dragged out on the ground on the sole of his foot, and Zhou Fan's originally confident face became a little suspicious: "Impossible!

Shen Qingfan withdrew his sword intent, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "The proud ghost nine flashes don't work." Zhou Yifan, it seems that this battle is not for you to kill me, but for me to kill you!"

"Boy, don't think that you can be arrogant by breaking my ghost shadow nine flashes, my strength is not what you can imagine, take my strongest sword move!"

Zhou Fan was annoyed and angry, and he screamed, and then bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a stream of red blood.

Shen Qingfan looked at Zhou Fan vigilantly, he didn't believe that Zhou Zhou Fan was vomiting blood by his own anger, he felt a strong crisis from the bottom of his heart, and his body suddenly tensed.

"Wow, wow!"

Essence blood spurted out, and at the same time, there was a majestic jet-black yuan force, and the two condensed together, and suddenly a strange scene was produced. The aura and essence blood condensed together, and they actually began to squirm, and it only took a few breaths to take a few breaths, and the condensation of the essence blood and vitality actually changed into a human face!

No, to be precise, it was a jet-black skeletal face, the size of a millstone, with blood-colored flames dancing in its hollow eyes, exuding a strange and fierce aura, as if it was a demon that had escaped from hell.

"Boom, boy, the ghost skull sword is my strongest sword move, all those who die under this sword are Cheng Dan Jiuzhong, and there are four of them! You can see this move with Cheng Dan's double strength, you are enough to be proud! Later, I will let this ghost skeleton tear apart your flesh and blood inch by inch, and bite the bones of your body one by one, so that you will die slowly in the painful torture!"

"Enjoy the death torture I gave you, haha!"

Zhou Fan's crazy laughter resounded, and the entire dense forest seemed to turn into a ghostly forest, exuding a forest atmosphere. The jet-black skull the size of a millstone was condensed in the void, the blood-red light in the hollow eyes was beating, and between the opening and closing of the mouth, a piercing shrill laugh was emitted, and the thick black yuan force rolled around the jet-black skull like a black mist, exuding a mysterious aura.

And, of course, the mortal danger!

"It's so strong!"

Shen Qingfan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt an unprecedented sense of danger.

"Boy, suffer death!"

After performing this trick, Zhou Yifan's face was as pale as paper, and his tone of voice was also a little weak, which showed that this trick was also quite consuming to him, but the master who could still hold on to, a gloomy sneer pulled out from the corner of his mouth, and with a swing of the sword, the ghost skeleton suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Bang bang bang!

The sound wave swept out like substance, and the surrounding trees and boulders immediately burst and shattered.

"Poof!"

Bursts of sound waves swept through his body, and the qi and blood in Shen Qingfan's body surged like a river and a sea, as if he had been hit by an invisible giant hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"It is worthy of being a long-famous Chengdan eight-fold cultivator, it is really powerful!" Shen Qingfan wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his brows furrowed. With his strength, he could only barely resist the attack of this sound wave.

"It's a bit capable, but he didn't explode and die!"

Zhou Zhou Fan let out an exclamation, this scream is famous, called "Ghost Sonic Wave", the sound wave power can shock the qi and blood in the enemy's body, making the enemy's Yuan Force and Qi and blood retrograde, and finally explode and die, even if it is a cultivator of Cheng Dan Nine, it is difficult to resist, I didn't expect that only Shen Qingfan, who was only Cheng Dan Double, was as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"However, I still have to die!" Zhou Zhou Fan smiled fiercely, but he was afraid in his heart, Shen Qingfan's strength showed him a great shock, and made him list Shen Qingfan as a big trouble, Cheng Dan Duo is already so powerful, if he breaks through to a higher realm, it will be okay, for such a threat, it is better to eradicate it as soon as possible.

"Go!"

The jet-black sword shook, and the jet-black skull seemed to have received some kind of order, and the billowing black smoke around it trembled, and it screamed again, as if it was a black meteor, with a fierce momentum like a bamboo, it rushed towards Shen Qingfan fiercely, and its big mouth opened, as if it could devour the sky and the earth!

"Sword of the Wind!"

Shen Qingfan clenched his teeth, agitated all over his body, his robe hunted and hunted, roared violently, and took out a black long sword from the Qiankun bag, this sword is called the Black Water Sword, it is just an ordinary second-order Xuan soldier, but it is just a weapon that Shen Qingfan is used to.

If he dealt with an ordinary Chengdan eightfold cultivator, Shen Qingfan naturally disdained to dispatch Xuan soldiers, but this Zhou Fan's strength was indeed strong, and he couldn't underestimate it.

I saw Shen Qingfan's sword momentum surrounding his whole body, and three sharp wind sword qi in a row slashed out.

"The carving insect skill is vulnerable! Let you see what the real sword qi is!"

Zhou Fan smiled fiercely, and the ghost skeleton opened its mouth to the maximum, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, and with a fierce bite, it actually bit the three thick tornado sword qi alive. The fierce sword qi surged on the surface of the ghost skeleton, although sword marks were torn on its face, but the next moment the black mist rolled, and it was actually repaired as before!

Bite!

Hiding is not dodging, Shen Qingfan stepped on the Phantom Wind Sword Dance, his body swept out like the wind, the black water sword stabbed straight, the sharp sword tip pointed at the center of the ghost skeleton's eyebrows, a crisp sound of gold and iron resounded, and the tip of the sword was only pierced into a depth of about five inches before it was stuck.

Bang!

The ghost skeleton screamed, and the sturdy body rushed forward, slamming into Shen Qingfan's body fiercely, and a black ghost qi erupted, and the crazy Shen Qingfan's body surged.

Shen Qingfan vomited blood and retreated, and there were bursts of sharp pain in the meridians as if they had been corroded, and after looking inside, he found that the jet-black yuan force was actually destroying his meridians like sulfuric acid!

"Slash!"

Shen Qingfan used the Yuan Force, turned into a sharp sword, and quickly strangled these jet-black Yuan Forces, fortunately, he dodged quickly, and there were not many jet-black Yuan Forces that invaded his body, and he was quickly strangled, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood fell to the ground and made a zizi sound, emitting wisps of black smoke.

"Boy, I'm not interested in continuing to play with you, die!" Zhou Fan's cold voice came.

Woowoo woo –

With his voice, the black mist around the ghost skeleton rolled even more violently, exuding a cold and piercing aura.

Thundered!

I don't know if it's a coincidence or Zhou Fan's killing move caused a vision, the moon was hanging high, the cloudless sky suddenly became extremely dark, the air was full of oppressive atmosphere, and there was a silver light flickering, you could hear a low thunder rolling sound, deafening, and you could also see a silver thunder like a thunder dragon cutting through the void.

Rolling in the sky, it is terrifying.

"Boom, boy, it seems that God also thinks that you are dead!" The gloomy sky, the oppressive atmosphere, as if the heavens and the earth were grieving, Zhou Fan withdrew the attention attracted by the thunder, and laughed strangely, the black sword shook, and the ghost skeleton rolled up the violent wind and roared away.

"Cloud ...... Thunder...... With ......"

Zhou Fan felt that heaven and earth seemed to be grieving for Shen Qingfan, who was about to die, but Shen Qingfan didn't think so, under that oppressive atmosphere, what he felt was a mighty heavenly might, a fierce and domineering power that belonged to thunder, and a trace of mystery between clouds and thunder.

At this time, Shen Qingfan seemed to fall into some kind of wonderful artistic conception, and did not notice the terrifying ghost skeleton that was enough to kill him, and the white light in his eyes and the silver light like lightning continued to flicker alternately, exuding a mysterious aura.