Chapter 274

"Qiang Qiang... Qiang Qiang..."

On the open grass somewhere, a young man in black was holding a long sword carved like a dragon and fighting fiercely with the crowd.

Maybe it's because it's been fighting for some time. The air was fresh and the green environment was embarrassed because of the aftereffects of the battle. There were all kinds of big pits, blood and bodies everywhere.

Through fighting in the crowd, he gave full play to his strong strength and exquisite fighting skills. After a fierce battle for half an hour, although half of his spiritual power was consumed and his clothes became ragged due to the impact, half of the disciples of the shadow Pavilion on the other side died in his hands.

Seeing this scene, both the shadow Pavilion disciples who fought with him and the shadow Yuanji and melancholy who were watching the war were secretly surprised. After all, it was incredible that a human warrior in the level of martial god could play such terrible strength as in front of him. I've never heard of it. If it were placed in the whole ancestral land, I'm afraid no one could do like him.

Only the mysterious figures that existed thousands of years ago, the divine warrior Xuya, have such abilities.

"Amelim cut."

At the same time, after repeatedly making several somersaults to avoid all the attacks, Ling Yunfan quickly brewed up a large amount of spiritual power with the two magic swords in his hands. With his two splits, he had two huge green flame light blades and attacked with overwhelming pressure for the existence of the second level of Wushen.

"Whoa... Uh huh..."

Seeing this move, the disciples of the shadow Pavilion and the sub Pavilion also released a lot of spiritual power and condensed into a spiritual power barrier to resist it. Some of them even used special defense skills, but even so, they could not resist Ling Yunfan's Secret skills. Finally, they were completely broken at the moment when the two sides collided with each other, Then he fought against the huge light blade with his body.

The warriors who were hit by amelim's chopping sent out huge wails one after another. Some of them were even wiped out in an instant. They didn't even hear the scream, but disappeared into the world with the breath.

Because of his powerful attack, two huge cracks appeared on the ground.

"It's not over yet!"

Just when those surviving warriors were still surprised by the attack just now, Ling Yunfan's voice came out again.

Looking around, I was surprised to find that the double magic swords originally held by Ling Yunfan had floated in the air. With his foot full of spiritual power, the two magic swords turned into a touch of red and white light and flew towards the crowd.

"Puff... Puff..."

"Uh huh... Wow..."

As the light of the two wipe tubes flew into the crowd, the disciples of the shadow Pavilion and the sub Pavilion were mercilessly penetrated from their bodies before they could even react, and finally died of injury.

But in less than an hour of fighting, the people who had more than 100 good people are now less than 20. Most of them are in the first level of Wushen, and those in the second level of Wushen have basically been wiped out by Ling Yunfan.

"Boy, take my punch!"

Just when he was going to kill all the remaining twenty disciples in the shadow Pavilion, Ying Yuanji came to him with angry words, condensed his spiritual power into his fist and attacked him.

Seeing this, Ling Yunfan naturally didn't mean to counsel the other party. He immediately punched face-to-face to compete with the other party.

"Bang!"

"Huh?"

The two fists collided, and they were shocked and retreated by the strength of the other party. Although Ling Yunfan did not have an advantage in this confrontation, he was not much affected. Not only that, he vaguely felt that the strength of the other party seemed to be inconsistent with the cultivation, which seemed to have superficial cultivation but no actual combat effectiveness.

"Could it be that this guy's cultivation depends on foreign things to improve, so he doesn't have the strength that normal Wushen three-level realm should have. What he can play is that he is stronger than Wushen two-level realm but weaker than three-level realm?" looking at the slightly gloomy shadow Yuanji in front of him, Ling Yunfan's heart can't help but give birth to an idea that he thinks is too incredible.

"Come again!"

It seems that after seeing that Ling Yunfan, a martial god, could almost draw with himself, Ying Yuanji, driven by anger, took out an intermediate holy weapon long sword full of dark green veins like poison from the space ring he was wearing, and came out to attack it again and again violently and quickly.

Although each of them seems to be in a mess, there is a strange law in that mess, which makes the original powerful sword technique more powerful.

In the face of such an attack, Ling Yunfan also felt a headache and regretted for a moment. Before, he thought that he could defeat Ying Yuanji with his current strength.

"Qiang Qiang... Puff..."

In order to resist Ying Yuanji's powerful sword technique, Ling Yunfan used Ying Jiao's sword to fight against it. At the same time, he also used cluster thunder and fire double swords, coupled with two magic swords. Even so, he was slightly suppressed, and there was no way to solve it for a while.

Looking at Ling Yunfan, who was once suppressed, his melancholy has almost recovered at the moment. He immediately came to him at the fastest speed, that is, he hit yingyuanji, who was immersed in launching an attack.

"No!"

"Wow." although he was aware of the sad attack, Ying Yuanji couldn't react immediately to resist or even avoid. Then he could only honestly carry his two fists with powerful and terrible power, scream and fly out.

"Hoo... This guy's strength is still a little stronger than me. If he can enter the second-order hell fighting state or the incomplete second-order hell fighting state, he is estimated to be able to defeat him." because Ying Yuanji was beaten out, Ling Yunfan, who is no longer suppressed, shook his head with a bitter smile and said secretly with some regret in his heart.

But if you want to return, you don't forget to thank your sadness: "thank you."

"You're welcome. If you hadn't saved me before, I'm afraid I would have been a corpse. Even the demon pill would have been taken away by the damn eunuch, so it's nothing. Let me fight him next." melancholy also smiled.