Chapter 1492: Sweep away forever, I have a mad reputation and fear in the world!

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Between the lines of Ye Fan's words, he revealed soaring arrogance and boldness, and he didn't pay attention to the few people in front of him.

Those cultivators are all top 100 talented arrogances in the Outer Academy, with outstanding strength and superb status. How can they be so underestimated?

One by one, their eyes were cracked and furious, they gritted their teeth and said:

"When you die, you dare to be tough!"

"I don't know how high the world is, you will look good later!"

"Brother Deng Hui, we have suppressed this kid's power for you, so we haven't hurried out the sword!"

The monks turned their heads one after another and looked at a young man with a hooked nose.

The young man named Deng Hui was named Deng Hui. In this small team, he was second only to Pity Boy and ranked ninth in the outer courtyard.

At this moment, Deng Hui looked at Ye Fan and said, "Smelly boy, you dare to provoke Brother Pity Hua and kill Junior Ma. Your sin is unforgivable! Today, use your blood to comfort Junior Ma's dead soul!"

"Purple Heaven Sword-out!"

As soon as the voice fell, Deng Hui's shirt and shirt were windless, and a mysterious and ethereal breath broke out.

Immediately afterwards, something incredible happened-

I saw Deng Hui's eyebrows, a vertical eye suddenly opened, and a small purple sword floated out of it.

This sword is only palm-length, and there is a dazzling brilliance flowing on the blade, as if the power of the sun, moon and stars blessed it.

When this small purple sword appeared, Lin Tatian and Duguxin in the distance were all shocked, their hairs erected, and felt a strong threat of death, as if the sword could easily cut their own throats. Tube, take your life.

Ruan Hongli even paled in color, and quickly opened Tankou to remind:

"Ye Fan, be careful. This is the high-grade spirit weapon of the earth-level Zixiao Sword. It is made of amethyst Tianxin Iron. It also contains the blood of ninety-nine ancient beasts. It is sharp and unmatched. It is a master of body refinement. The nemesis, even if I don’t dare to challenge it!"

Ruan Hongli has a Wanjun body. Although she possesses extremely terrifying power, her physical defense is not that exaggerated. If she is hit by a magic weapon, she will also be injured and even destroyed.

And the Zixiao sword in front of him was a peerless magic weapon.

In the world of cultivating immortals, spirit tools are also divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow.

Heaven-level spiritual weapons can only be created by the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation, possessing so many incredible powers, even if ordinary monks obtain them, they cannot exert their true power.

The Earth-level high-grade spirit weapon is already the top spirit weapon that most people can come into contact with. If it appears at the auction, it will cause countless strong people to loot and sell at an amazing price.

At this moment, Deng Hui is only a transformation of the realm of God, but he sacrificed a spiritual weapon of the top grade, able to exert a peerless power beyond his own realm, and even kill the enemy across the border!

What's more... Ye Fan is still trapped in the chaotic five elements and gossip array, and is covered by the light of the octagonal mirror, and his strength has been weakened a lot.

Because of this, Deng Hui was sure to kill the enemy with a single sword.

"Swordsmanship-the sword cuts the sky!"

Deng Hui yelled, and then squeezed the sword art in his hand. The palm-length Zixiao sword seemed to be guided by mysterious power and shot towards Ye Fan's face.

Yujian, not Yujian!

The so-called imperial sword means that the monk controls the sword to bring himself up and soars in the sky. It can be thousands of miles a day, similar to a special way of flying.

And to control the sword, it is to treat the sword as a kind of strange beast, and the owner of the sword is the animal trainer, who has tamed the sword over the years.

Really clever sword control skills, external cultivation of sword art, internal cultivation of sword heart, and finally reach the state of "heart and sword integration". With the master's heart, the sword can cooperate and release various sword moves, just like a body The extension of, has the power to turn things around in battle, and can easily bring the enemy down.

"Stab!"

The purple sword tore through the sky, like a nine-day thunder invading, containing the power of destroying the dry, like the wrath of a peerless god, shattering the sky and splitting the space. It does not give people any possibility of dodge. The moon is not light.

"Okay! As expected of Brother Deng Hui!"

"The sword shines like electricity, and the sword emerges like a dragon. Who can carry it?"

"That kid is dead!"

...

Seeing the power of this sword, even the pity boy was surprised, and said in his heart: Even if it is himself, I am afraid I can only avoid the edge for a while.

"Ye Fan, hide away!"

Ruan Hongli was anxious.

But at this kind of moment, she couldn't help at all. Even with her strength, she couldn't overcome the sharp edge of this sword, and rushing to it would only be for nothing.

On the contrary, Lin Tatian and Duguxin beside them were calm and did not feel any worries. They had absolute confidence in Ye Fan.

"Boom!"

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward, with his head held high, his straight spine was like a spear that pierced Qingtian, as if he had changed himself, and a domineering might broke out in his body.

Hengjue Liuhe, how can the turbulent times be buried?

Sweep away forever, I have a mad reputation and fear in the world!

Before, Ye Fan's body was still trapped by the halo thrown from the octagonal treasure mirror, making it difficult to even move his fingers.

But between the sparks and the fire, the halo was like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, instantly dissipating invisible.

Immediately, Ye Fan didn't retreat but moved forward, soaring to the sky, swinging his right fist and pushing forward, he slammed directly at the oncoming Zixiao Sword.

He actually wanted to use his flesh to shake the high-grade spirit weapon on the ground level!

"Death!"

Deng Hui gritted his teeth and shouted, angry and angry.

You know, facing the Purple Cloud Sword, other people are too late to escape. How can anyone be as reckless as Ye Fan? Is this looking down on himself?

For a while, Deng Hui seemed to be greatly insulted, but he changed his mind, and soon Ye Fan would pay the price of blood for his stupid actions, and died in front of everyone.

"Boom!"

The Zixiao Sword carried the fierce sword intent of killing the gods and slaughtering the immortals, and would drown Ye Fan like a vast ocean. Compared with this terrifying sword intent, Ye Fan was like a tiny ant.

At the moment, Ye Fan’s eyes burst with radiance, running the "Nine Heavens' Good Fortune Secrets", the nine acupuncture points in the right arm were opened at the same time, and the gods bloomed in the upper dantian Niwan palace, and the unimaginable power was like a sea of ​​rivers. Generally injected into the right fist.

The power of a thousand elephants, the power of two thousand elephants, the power of three thousand elephants, the power of five thousand elephants...

The power of this punch continued to improve, and finally reached the power of all things, that is, the power of a dragon.

From the perspective of strength alone, the power of a dragon, not to mention that the Nascent Soul cultivator cannot have it, even surpassed the limit of the transformation cultivator, and reached the realm of the true immortal of the tribulation!

Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes!

When the punch was out, a high-pitched dragon chant sounded along with it, shaking the space and shaking the earth.

"boom!"

There was a loud and deafening noise.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, Ye Fan's right fist slammed firmly on the Purple Cloud Sword, like a punch from the Nine Heavens Profound Realm, enough to suppress the world and smooth the world.

The light on the Zixiao Sword dimmed instantly, like a star extinguished. Not only did it not hurt Ye Fan, but it was hit hard.

"Puff!"

Under the induction of Qi, Deng Hui was beaten back, spraying blood and staining the front of his clothes.

"Wow!"

Immediately afterwards, the Zixiao Sword flew out, returning to the original path at a faster speed than before, and the goal was directed at the center of Deng Hui's brow.

Deng Hui quickly squeezed his fingers and wanted to control the Zixiao Sword, but the Zixiao Sword was like a car skidding in the rain, without any control at all.

Seeing Zi Xiaojian getting closer and closer to him, Deng Hui could only dodge desperately.

"She!"

The Zixiaojian brushed Deng Hui's cheeks, and a long blood stain was drawn, dripping with blood and shocking.

Afterwards, the Zixiao Sword was cast away, and it flew straight for thousands of meters before it stopped until it was stuck in the mountain wall.

"Hohoho!"

Deng Hui's eyes were red, and his throat roared like a beast, not only because of the pain on his cheek, but also because of the humiliation and anger in his heart.

As a sword repairman, he almost died under his own sword. If this matter spreads out, then he will become a big joke!

And the cultivators of the pity **** group, no longer have the arrogance before, they all have a ghostly expression, their mouths are open, and they can swallow their fists.

"Is this kid still a human being when he shakes the high-grade spirit weapon with his bare hands?"

"It's horrible! What monster did we encounter?!"

"He's only in the early stage of Yuan Ying... If the cultivation base is higher, wouldn't even Dao Zi be his opponent?"