My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1423 Tragic Victory Ending
With Daoist Leian being completely swallowed.

The aura on Nanshan King's body began to rise steadily, becoming more and more terrifying.

He looked at Ye Fan coldly, with a haughty attitude as if he was in the world.

"Ye Fan, it is your honor to die in my hands, so give your life."

The King of Nanshan called out his natal weapon--the iron pestle, the demon power was condensed, compatible with the iron pestle, and under its cover.

He seemed to be fused with the iron rod.

The iron pestle pierced through the void, and the gust of wind rushed towards him with a whistling sound.

Monsters at the level of big demons use their natal weapons superbly.

This is far inferior to Ye Fan, if he wants to not suffer in terms of weapon control.

Ye Fan had to abandon the long stick and use the sword instead.

He has a clear understanding of the sword, and his mastery of the way of the sword is equally proficient, not inferior.

"Golden cudgel, come out! Change into a sword!"

But he didn't want to force this move, otherwise he would be a fool.

"Somersault cloud, I'll dodge!"

I saw Ye Fan's voice disappearing in place like a ghost, while shaking, it seemed to be fleeing to the left or to the right.

Even King Nanshan was stunned and surprised.

He lost his attack target, and his figure froze.

In order to prevent Ye Fan from counterattacking, he immediately whipped up a strong wind, spread it around himself, and retreated to attack after he stabilized his figure.

Neither of them suffered from this move.

But Ye Fan can clearly perceive that his strength is really strong, and he has rich combat experience, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary enemies.

"Your moves are good! Where did you learn them? Just now your stick and body skills seem familiar to me, as if Monkey King used them."

"Hehe! Then do you remember, which trick Monkey King used to beat you to death?"

Mentioning this incident, King Nanshan was full of anger.

"If it weren't for the three of their senior brothers joining forces, wouldn't Sun Wukong be my opponent?"

"Stop bragging, I think your death is worse than anyone else's!"

"You...huh, I didn't expect you to be related to Monkey King, so that proves that you are not from the human world?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter, then you go to die."

King Nanshan suddenly shouted loudly.

Only then did Ye Fan realize that a white mist had gathered behind him at some point.

In the fog, the visibility was very low, and he couldn't even see his five fingers.

According to legend, the King of Nanshan has two unique skills, one is to spray wind and warm mist, and the other is to hold clouds.

Is this warm fog?

But so.

Ye Fan didn't use his eyes at all, and his consciousness was wide open.

Everything around was passed into Ye Fan's mind in detail.

"it's here!"

Ye Fan held the sword in his backhand, and slashed down fiercely with an extremely oppressive sound of piercing through the air.

Moreover, the angle of the long sword is very tricky, and it has endless changes. With one blow, the king of Nanshan was caught off guard.

"Why do you still see me?" King Nanshan was a little surprised.

Although his move was not used in his peak period, it was impossible for those who did not gather spiritual consciousness to defend against it.

Almost invincible.

How could Ye Fan find his location?
He regretted in his heart, if he could recover a little more.

Not to mention human monks, even ordinary monsters couldn't find him in the warm mist.

"Hehe, you want to sneak up on me with a low-level trick? You're so despicable."

"presumptuous!"

The two roared and finally bumped into each other.

Their attacks are extremely vicious, their moves are deadly, and they move nimbly like poisonous snakes.

The two spirit elements of gold and cyan color the warm mist, and the huge space is actually divided into two halves.

And every time the weapons collided, there would be thunderbolts around them, and a factory was almost in ruins during the fight between the two.

Because they were fighting in the warm fog, Deng Zhu outside couldn't see anything at all, so he could only silently come to the warehouse and bring out the faint-hearted Qiu Qun.

If you fight for a while, you will inevitably be blown to death by the force of the splash.

"boom!"

The long sword and the iron pestle were separated.

King Nanshan took two steps back, but Ye Fan took dozens of steps back.

Obviously King Nanshan had the upper hand.

Ye Fanan sighed that his experience and details in controlling the long sword are not weak at all, but in short-hand combat, one inch is stronger than the other.

Compared with his iron pestle, the lethality and explosive power that the long sword can bring is too small.

"Haha, you are nothing more than that! It's a pity that I still regard you as a real enemy."

"In this case, I will show my true strength!"

what?
King Nanshan was startled.

Is Ye Fan still hiding his clumsiness?

Impossible, he must be playing tricks.

But the next scene.

Horror was written all over his face.

The aura on Ye Fan's body was rising steadily, and it was several times stronger before it stopped.

"Eight-door Dunjia, open!"

There was a sneer on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and his hands quickly formed seals. Each seal was mixed with majestic spirit energy, which became more and more intense, and had already turned into substance.

A powerful force swept out, forming a huge vacuum.

But in the blink of an eye, the energy suddenly shrank and condensed on Ye Fan's fingers.

"Taishang Wuji Taoism: Dongxuan Sutra: Dongxuan Finger!"

Ye Fan only used this trick once, and it was still in the dungeon.

Because it consumes too much energy.

But in order to avenge Lin Xiaoxiao, as long as he can kill the other party, even if he exhausts his spiritual energy, so what?

Ye Fan let out a loud cry, the violent energy made him a little bit uncontrollable, his whole body was full of blue veins.

He lifted the long sword with difficulty, putting the strength of his fingers on the long sword.

"die!"

The voice just fell.

Ye Fan turned into a stream of light and rushed towards King Nanshan.

He's not the fool that real Leian is.

He would definitely not waste the killing moves he had exhausted his efforts to accumulate.

No matter what, he wanted Dongxuan to strike King Nanshan with his fingers.

"Bang bang bang!"

Wherever Ye Fan walked, no ground was intact, and the deep footprints were like the stepping on of wild beasts.

Feeling the powerful force, Deng Zhu trembled all over. He was terrified and even knelt down on the ground, not daring to move.

He didn't know who released the big move.

But he was extremely afraid of the two in the warm mist.

……

To such an extent.

Nanshan King's cold face finally changed wildly. He knew that Ye Fan had some strength.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult to deal with.

If this move cannot be blocked, his physical body will definitely die.

And he, who has turned into a soul again, will definitely not be able to escape the power of the Soul Locking Tower.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and if he wanted to blame it, he could blame the war in the demon world back then.

If there is a physical body here, how can he not be Ye Fan's opponent?

Even ten Ye Fans are not enough for him to fight.

But the immediate crisis must be resolved quickly.

Nanshan King flashed a cold light: "Ye Fan, today I will let you see the true strength of the big monster!"

Immediately, several tremors occurred in the void, and light like thunder shone out.

Endless power spews out like rivers, lakes and seas.

King Nanshan stretched out his hands, his eyes flowing, as if he had grasped the entire space in his hands.

"Take the cloud hand!"

Two powerful forces confront each other.

A strong explosion suddenly occurred around, roaring to the sky, like a thunderbolt, and the dangerous atmosphere spread everywhere.

The sharp sound of breaking the wind passed by everyone's ears, extremely ear-piercing.

The Nanshan King's unique skill really deserved his reputation, and he used his hands to resist Ye Fan's sharp long sword.

The two spirits are constantly fighting, they are like two ferocious beasts, constantly devouring and biting each other with their scarlet fangs.

The sword shadow and the hand glow rushed into the sky, but the two did not back down.

The feet are deeply embedded in the ground.

But its power still pierces the sky and covers the earth, causing strong winds to rage.

Deng Zhu, who was not far away, was directly blown away by this force, spitting blood, and was in a panic.

He clutched his chest, showing shock.

"This... I am a strong Jindan realm, but I can't even stop the aftermath?"

He smiled wryly.

Originally, he stayed here to get more information from Ye Fan.

But he became one of the innocent ones.

The two who fought were fine.

He was seriously injured.

Both of their eyes were red, and they vowed not to give up regardless of the outcome.

And right now.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ye Fan changed his tactics directly.

"Why don't you die? For Xiaoxiao, I will fight with you!"

"Yuanyang Jing: Yuanyang Palm!"

This is the second move of the Taishang Wuji Taoism that Ye Fan has only recently comprehended.

Powerful.

But very difficult to control.

If you are not good at learning, it is very easy to cause backlash against yourself. It is a move that hurts the enemy one thousand and hurts oneself eight hundred

But he didn't have time to worry too much.

If you can't do it all at once.

It is very likely that he will not be able to take down Nanshan King.

It was even more impossible to avenge Lin Xiaoxiao.

Ye Fan's momentum skyrocketed again, like an unrivaled giant.

A huge black shadow appeared in the sky, it was a palm technique that descended from the sky.

The giant waved his palm and smashed it down hard.

"This is... the magic trick of the demon ancestor, you, who are you?" Nanshan King panicked, he really couldn't bear the destructive move.

If he continued to increase his demon power, his body would definitely explode and die.

But Ye Fan didn't answer him, and the giant palm pressed down without hesitation.

"boom!"

King Nanshan couldn't resist, his body was crushed into pieces, dripping with blood.

And he knew that Ye Fan must consume a lot of energy to launch this move, so he took advantage of the opportunity to flee to the distance.

But how could Ye Fan let him go.

I saw a strange purple tower appearing in the void.

"King Nanshan, let me in!"

"Do not……"

The King of Nanshan was imprisoned on the eighth floor by Ye Fan. He was tortured day and night, and he couldn't bear to live.

Ye Fan used the last trace of spiritual energy to take back the soul lock tower, and the warm mist in the void dissipated completely.

The original factory has long been turned into ruins, and it is no longer what it used to be.

Ye Fan wanted to pull out his legs that were stuck on the ground, but severe pain came from his tired body.

Every meridian in his body seemed to be torn apart, and his dantian was even more empty, unable to lift any strength.

"Yuanyang palm is too hard to control, it's so sour to use it once."

Although Ye Fan won the final victory, it ended miserably.

His own pain is okay, but Lin Xiaoxiao's soul is irreparable!

Ye Fan shook his head and grinned.

It's time to think of a way, let's restore our physical strength first.

At this time, Deng Zhu observed not far away, and seemed to have found a clue.

He wondered, why didn't Ye Fan leave after winning the battle?
Could it be that he couldn't even move?
(End of this chapter)