Chapter 1937: Swordsmanship!

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High in the sky, Ye Fan stood in the air, sweeping the horizon with his sword.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

There was no sound in the field, and the needle drop could be heard, and there was deathly silence.

Unbelievable expressions appeared on the faces of all the monks below, and they looked like hell.

Shocked!

Unprecedented shock!

It is difficult to use words to describe their mood at the moment.

The shocking scene just now literally peaked their imagination.

The dignified elder, holding a true martial arts sword, flying immortal outside the sky, who knew he was killed by an unknown young town!

Although it was only the divine mind clone of the Supreme Elder, the power it carried was still unbelievably tyrannical. Even if it was a powerful person at the level of the Baidi City Lord, I am afraid that he would have to avoid the edge for a while.

Ye Fan did it!

Moreover, looking at Ye Fan's relaxed look, he didn't seem to exert his full strength, and he still had some reservations.

After a long time, the cultivators in the field came back to their senses, exclaiming one by one:

"Today is really eye-opening! There are such amazing talents in the world!"

"Those arrogances compare with him, it's like a world of difference, they don't even have to give him shoes!"

"It is too enchanting to defeat the Supreme Elder of the True Martial Dao Sect. Could it be the rebirth of the ancient immortal emperor?"

...

Hearing these sounds of exclamation, a weird smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.

He is indeed very strong now, but not so ridiculously strong.

From an outsider's point of view, Ye Fan defeated Taishang elders with a single sword.

But in fact, Ye Fan had already displayed such a peerless supernatural power as the "Wisdom Sword", and found the flaw in the Flying Immortal Sword in an instant.

More importantly, this is after all the divine mind clone of the Supreme Elder. If the deity came to him, Ye Fan would never be so relaxed. Even if he borrowed Wei Lao's power and many assassins, he might not be an opponent.

But anyway, after this battle, Ye Fan was completely famous in Baidi City, and became a god-like existence in everyone's mind, inviolable.

"Wow!"

The next moment, Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he came to Meng Shaoling's, his eyes were squinting, and he said coldly: "Do you have any trump cards and salvation? Use all of them!"

Hearing this, Meng Shaoling's body became stiff, his hands and feet were cold, and there was an unconcealable panic in his eyes, as well as a deep-rooted fear.

At first, Meng Shaoling didn't put Ye Fan in his eyes at all, and forcibly stood up for his cousin, thinking that he could easily suppress Ye Fan.

Who knew the development of this situation was completely beyond his expectations.

First, the measuring ruler was taken by the opponent, and then his uncle Wei Changkong was taken away.

When the sword seal appeared and the elder Taishang showed up, Meng Shaoling was very excited when he saw the straw.

As a result, all his hopes were extinguished now, and everything he was proud of was worthless in front of Ye Fan.

"thump!"

Suddenly, Meng Shaoling's knees softened, put down all his pride, fell on her knees, and begged for mercy: "Your Excellency, it was me who was wrong. Please raise your hand high and forgive me once!"

Ye Fan looked at him condescendingly, his sharp eyes cut out like a sharp blade.

"Stab!"

In the air, there are invisible electric sparks flickering.

Meng Shaoling was shocked all over, like being shocked by electricity, as if being stared at by the **** of death, all over his body was shrouded in the shadow of death.

In his opinion, Ye Fan at this moment is like a Shura Demon God, his life is just between Ye Fan's thoughts.

...

"A murderer is always killed! Meng Shaoling, if my strength is not as good as yours, you would have been beheaded long ago. Now you beg for mercy, not to reform, but to be awed by my strength! In the world of immortality, the weak and the strong eat, You don’t understand this, do you? If you do something wrong, you must be punished!"

Ye Fan's voice was very flat, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, but fierce murderous intent bloomed in his eyes.

"No! Please, don't kill me! I have a treasure in my hand, which I can offer to you!" Meng Shaoling shouted.

"What treasure? Show it out?"

Ye Fan said, but he didn't hold much interest in his heart.

With his current vision, there are too few treasures in this world that can enter his eyes.

The measuring ruler is already one of the seven magic weapons of Zhenwu Dao Sect, but Ye Fan has more than one similar treasure.

Wuxiangjian, Primordial Spear, Tianlong Breaking the City Halberd...

Either one is enough to overwhelm one end of the sky ruler.

After looting Wanlangbao and Jiaowang Palace, Ye Fan now possesses hundreds of high-grade spiritual weapons, which are comparable to the collection of the Daxia Royal Family for thousands of years.

Under the intense death pressure, Meng Shaoling didn't dare to show any negligence. With a thought, he immediately called out a piece of black iron.

This black iron piece was completely different from the fragments of the Jidao Emperor Soldier. It was the size of a palm, as if a certain ancient book, but a large piece was missing, it was not a complete version.

Its surface is bleak, without any mysterious and agile aura.

Ye Fan observed for a long time, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Seeing Ye Fan's disappointed expression, Meng Shaoling quickly explained:

"Your Excellency, I found this piece of black iron in an ancient relic. Don’t look at its appearance. In fact, it records a world-shaking swordsmanship called "Zhantian Swordsmanship", which is more true than ours. The most powerful technique of Wu Dao Sect is even more powerful! As long as you inject divine consciousness, you can cultivate!"

"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked: "If this "Zhantian Swordsmanship" is as extraordinary as you said, then why don't you practice?"

"This..." Meng Shaoling looked ashamed, hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't want to, but I can't! I have a dull aptitude, and I have not been able to successfully cultivate the magical powers, but your Excellency is a talented person. Can practice successfully!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but become curious.

Meng Shaoling was considered the first arrogant of Baidi City anyway, and was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Dao Sect. His qualifications are beyond doubt.

How difficult is it for a supernatural power that even he can't develop?

In fact, Meng Shaoling did not lie, but he concealed something.

After he obtained this piece of black iron, he soon discovered that it had recorded a supernatural power, and began to cultivate without eating and sleeping.

However, after several years of hard work, he never slackened, but he still failed to develop this magical power.

Later, Meng Shaoling dedicated this piece of black iron to Master and other senior teachers.

However, the countless powerhouses in the entire True Martial Dao Sect were unable to practice that magical power.

In this way, everyone knows that the black iron film contains a magical power that is earth-shattering, but it is impossible to cultivate successfully.

This black iron piece is like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, it is a pity to discard.

Meng Shaoling always took it with him, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Anyway, I can't cultivate myself, and if it can be used to redeem my life, I won't feel distressed.

...

Ye Fan took the piece of black iron, and then his soul was separated and poured into it.

"boom!"

In an instant, he just felt that his consciousness was sucked into the black iron sheet.

I don't know how long it took, as if a century was so long, and as if a second was so short, Ye Fan's consciousness came to a huge palace.

The palace is extremely majestic, with golden pillars and jade steps, and Xuanmen jade screens. Inside are placed a variety of bronze wares, which should be the products of ancient times, with a simple style, blue-black walls, solemn and deep.

In the forefront of the palace, there is a throne aloft.

Above the throne, stood a tall man, dressed in black, with a long sword hanging on his waist, and a crown on his head, but his face was blurred, making it difficult to see his appearance.

And his body exudes an aura like a deep prison, a kind of majesty of a deity who is condescending to look down on sentient beings, bringing a powerful sense of oppression.

Even if it is a peak powerhouse, meeting him will instinctively feel respect, like seeing an insurmountable mountain.

The man in the black saber stood quietly on the throne, like the master of billions of creatures, showing the supreme power of the universe in his gestures, as if there is no existence in the world that can disobey him.

"This...Is this a powerhouse of the Immortal Venerable?"

Ye Fan's heart was shaken.

He had seen the true immortal Qingming, had seen Emperor Xia Qin Yuan, and had confronted a divine mind clone of Emperor Wu.

But in terms of power, these peak powerhouses who have survived the Nine Heavens Tribulation seem to be inferior to the black man on the throne.

Obviously, the cultivation base of this black-clothed man has surpassed the realm of tribulation and reached the top.

"Lao Wei, are you there? Do you know this strong man?"

Ye Fan tried to call Wei Lao, but couldn't get any response.

Wei Lao's spiritual consciousness did not follow him into this piece of black iron.

Just when Ye Fan was at a loss, the black-clothed man suddenly spoke, and the stern voice resounded throughout the palace.

"The first style of swordsmanship--"

"Zhantiandi!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan only felt a sharp pain in his throat.

It took a few seconds before the tearing sound came late.

"She!"

A shocking line of blood appeared in the throat, the blood flew horizontally, and his head was chopped off and flew in the air.

"this is……"

Ye Fan saw a headless corpse, still standing in place.

"Is this my body? I...I was killed?"

Ye Fan was shocked and didn't know what happened just now.

The next moment, his eyes went dark, his consciousness exited this weird space and returned to his body.