The fierce battle between the two was inevitable, the old artist just wanted to subdue Ling Fan, he was afraid of hurting him, but now seeing that the soul possessing him was so difficult, he could only subdue it violently.

The spirit didn't expect him to be able to stand up again, but he had just gotten the grief and longing of the villagers, and his strength had skyrocketed, so he just wanted to try.

Seeing the tense appearance of the two, Tang Xiaolan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was in her throat, on one side was her dear grandfather, and on the other side was Lingfan, she didn't want them to have anything to do. Looking at this scene, tears quickly burst out of my eyes.

The old man was walking towards the old man on the water pillar, and Lingfan was still walking towards him step by step, but the pace was getting faster and faster, and then he ran, extremely fast, with a blood-red afterimage, he couldn't wait to try his new strength.

Just as he was about to get closer, he flew over, and a sword slashed, with the power that swept the heavens and the earth, and the blood-red sky covered half of the sky.

The air was filled with the breath of blood, the old man looked up at him, the terrifying power contained in this sword, he didn't dare to be careless, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his body exuded dazzling golden light.

The two swords collided together, and the two spiritual powers of gold and red were also torn together, and the aftermath of the energy rippled, stirring up ripples in the space, and energy splashed everywhere.

Not to be outdone, both of them are still sending energy to the sword, this is a competition of spiritual power between the two, the light on the two swords is dazzling, and the soul will be shaken at a glance.

A burst of energy struck the fleeing villagers, and his body stood strangely after being hit, and then he turned his head, his eyes empty and pale. Same as Lingfan!

It was the two of them staring at each other, a pair of golden glasses looking at the pale eyes, one shining with golden light, the other hollow like a black hole, and he saw the corners of his mouth hook a curved arc.

The villagers, who had no strength, also jumped up and fled for their lives when they saw such a strange thing, and those who couldn't get up also desperately crawled far away, embarrassed.

Baiyang has been running towards Baixia since he got off the altar, he dragged his body and Yang Fei to support each other to her, and the aftermath of the loss just now was also blocked by the two of them with their bodies, so that she and Tang Xiaolan were not hurt at all.

Sensing that these old artists burst out, they turned their swords horizontally, Lingfan's pale eyes were startled, and the swords were also crooked, and the two swords collided, sparking violent sparks, and then both of them pushed hard.

The old artist took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, and Mo Lingfan skillfully defused the impact with a backflip, and landed steadily on a water column that picked him up there.

As soon as he stabilized, he began to attack the villagers violently, he split the sword in two, held the sword in both hands, and spun it rapidly, like a lotus flower in full bloom, flying out one by one blood-red sword qi, heading straight for the defenseless villagers.

At that moment, the villagers saw the flying red light, as if death was waving at them, bringing them hope in times of despair, and letting them despair is the hardest pain, most of them have given up the idea of escaping and obediently stood in place.

At this time, there were also Baiyang, Yang Fei and Tang Xiaolan who were facing these together, and two sword qi also came to their side, and the two of them opened their hands to meet the sword qi, protecting Baixia and the child behind them.

"Evil spirit, you stop me!" he was furious, mixed with the anger of the sword soul. I saw him throw the sword into the sky, put his hands together, and then change his hand shape, and flew into the sky The golden sword golden light shone brightly, a light penetrated the sky, the sword was gone, and in its place was countless rays of light, mixed with the sun's light, but even more shining. The speed of the light was extremely fast, and in an instant, all the sword qi was not pierced by the golden light, and the blood color was disintegrated.

The old artist waved his hand again, and a golden light shone down, pointing at Mo Lingfan in mid-air. Angry shouting, "Come to the earth, descend." ”

He hurriedly urged a column of water to block above him, and at this time, the sword soul suddenly spoke through the old man's mouth, "Water can't block the light. The tone is provocative and arrogant.

Sure enough, the water column didn't seem to touch anything, the light pierced through, Mo Lingfan hurriedly withdrew his body, a ray of light brushed his left arm, his clothes were torn, and his entire arm was blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood flowed endlessly.

He didn't care at all, but quickly combined the two swords into one, the Lethe water boiled, the water column danced like a devil, and in a blink of an eye he had already jumped, and the water column of the Lethe River pushed him from the sky behind, and the blood sword pointed directly at the old artist's eyebrows, like a red meteorite, smashing like an old man.

In the blink of an eye, the earth shook, and a deep pit collapsed, stirring up dust in the sky, everything happened too fast, and there was a golden sword hanging in the sky.

"Blood Seal Soul, psychic understanding, wisdom is outstanding, can't fight it" At this time, there was silence all around, only Baixia, who woke up and saw this scene, muttered to herself.

Grandpa" and the "old leader" shouted to the three who reacted. The smell of blood filled the air with terrified fear.

The dust receded, Mo Lingfan stood in the deep pit, looking at the ground, leaving them with a terrible back of a child, Baiyang looked at the embarrassed and struggling villagers around him, the villagers who were hit by the aftermath before, he was still in the prime of life, but he was stupid and stupid, "Fate is jealous, I have to break the original ordinary life, and give it a reason that is difficult to refute, and now I like to turn hope into despair." The water of Lethe River gave birth to me and nurtured me, and died in its hands, I am worth it, only the grace of the old artist, Yang is incompetent, so I will accompany him with my life. ”

As he spoke, he was about to rush into the pit, shouting, "Evil spirit, come at me!"

A ray of light gently blocked him, and a familiar figure stood in mid-air, "A fantasy created by the light can make you so embarrassed, a fool who knows nothing." It was the arrogant voice of the sword soul again.

This arrogant voice made people sound extremely comfortable, the sword that was hanging in the air was in his hand at the moment, the indifferent voice of the "Judgment Gold" sounded, he picked up the sword and plunged down, the phantom of a giant sword in the sky, the golden light illuminated the earth, and even obscured the light of the sun.

This light warmed people's hearts, shining on the desperate villagers, making them feel that this moment was a little unreal, bathed in the holy light, Baiyang suddenly collapsed on the ground. Everyone looked at the golden light.

"Descend" roared, the giant sword was inserted, like a broken bamboo, at this time Lingfan's state could no longer stop this giant sword, but he still resisted to the death, and the water of the Lechuan River surged up, protecting him to the death....

Water can't block the light, and these words suddenly sounded in Lingfan's head.