1423: C1423 A Miserable Victory

C1423 A Miserable Victory

As Reverend Ryan was completely devoured.

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

He looked coldly at Ye Fan, his arrogant attitude as if he was the king of the world.

"Ye Fan, it's your honor to die in my hands. Hand over your life."

King Nanshan summoned his natal weapon - the iron pestle. Demonic energy condensed and merged with the iron pestle.

It was as if he had merged with the iron pestle.

The iron pestle cut through the void. The wind whistled and rushed over.

The usage of a Demon Lord's natal weapon was superb.

Ye Fan was far from being able to match it. If he wanted to be able to control his weapon, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Ye Fan had to abandon his long staff and use his sword instead.

He had comprehended the Illumination of the Sword Heart, and his mastery of the Sword Dao had also reached perfection. He was not inferior at all.

"Jingu Bang, come out! Transform into a sword!"

However, he didn't want to face this move head on. Otherwise, he would be a fool.

" Tendon Dou Yun, I'll dodge! "

Ye Fan's voice disappeared from where he stood like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it was as if he had escaped to the left or to the right.

Even King Nanshan was dumbfounded and a little surprised.

After losing his target, he paused.

In order to prevent Ye Fan from counterattacking, he immediately stirred up a strong wind and spread out in all directions with him as the center. Only after he stabilized his body did he retreat and attack.

Neither of them suffered any losses from this attack.

However, Ye Fan could clearly feel that his strength was really strong, and he had rich combat experience. He was far from what ordinary enemies could compare with.

"Your technique is not bad! Where did you learn them from? I have seen your staff technique and movement technique before. It seems like Sun Wukong has used them before. "

" Hehe! Then do you remember what technique Sun Wukong used to beat you to death?"

King Nanshan was furious at the mention of this.

"If it wasn't for the three of them working together, how could Sun Wukong be a match for me?"

"Stop bragging. I think you will die more tragically than anyone else!"

"You... Hmph, I didn't expect you to be related to Sun Wukong. Does that mean you aren't from Mortal Realm?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Go to hell then."

King Nanshan suddenly shouted.

Only now did Ye Fan realize that a white fog had gathered behind him.

Within the fog, visibility was very low. He could not even see his fingers when he stretched out his hand.

It was said that King Nanshan had two unique skills. One was to spray wind and warm fog, and the other was to hold the cloud hand. He said madly, It can hold the clouds.

Was this the warm fog?

It was nothing more than that.

Ye Fan didn't even need to use his eyes to open his divine sense.

Everything around him was transmitted into Ye Fan's mind.

"It's here!"

Ye Fan held his sword backhanded and slashed down fiercely with an extremely oppressive sound of breaking through the air.

The angle of his sword was very tricky and had endless variations. With one strike, he caught King Nanshan unprepared.

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

Although his move was not used at its peak, people who did not have divine sense could not defend against it at all.

It was practically an invincible existence.

How did Ye Fan find his location?

He regretted in his heart, if he could recover a little bit more.

Not to mention the cultivators in the mortal world, even ordinary demon lords were unable to find him in the warm fog.

"Hehe, you want to sneak attack me with a cheap trick? What a f * cking despicable move."

"How dare you!"

The two of them roared angrily and finally clashed.

Their attacks were extremely ruthless, each of them fatal, nimble and nimble like a poisonous snake.

The golden and green spiritual essence dyed the warm fog in color. The huge space was actually split into two halves.

Moreover, every time the weapons collided, there would be lightning explosions in the surroundings. A factory was almost turned into ruins in the fight between the two of them.

As they were fighting in the warm fog, Deng Zhu, who was outside, could not see anything at all. He could only silently go to the warehouse and bring out the dizzy Qiu Qun.

If they fought for a while longer, they would inevitably be blasted to death by the power of the sputtering.

"Boom!"

The long sword and the iron pestle separated.

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

It was obvious that King Nanshan had the upper hand.

Ye Fan sighed. His experience and details in controlling the sword were not weak at all. However, in a battle of short weapons, one inch was longer and one inch was stronger.

Compared to his iron pestle, the lethality and explosiveness of the sword was too small.

"Haha, you're just so-so! To think that I would treat you as a real enemy."

"Since that's the case, I'll show you my true strength!"

What?

King Nanshan was shocked.

Could it be that Ye Fan was still hiding his true strength?

Impossible, he must be deliberately mystifying.

But the next scene.

His face was filled with shock.

Ye Fan's Qi kept rising, and it only stopped when it was several times stronger than before.

"Eight Inner Hidden Gates, open!"

A cold smile hung on Ye Fan's lips. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and each seal contained a vast amount of spirit essence. The spirit essence became increasingly dense, and it had already solidified.

A powerful force swept out, forming a massive vacuum zone.

In the blink of an eye, the energy suddenly shrank and condensed on Ye Fan's finger.

"Ultimate Supreme Dao Art: Dongxuan Sutra: Dongxuan Finger!"

Ye Fan had only used this technique once, and it was still in the instance dungeon.

This was because it consumed too much energy.

However, in order to avenge Lin Xiaoxiao, as long as he could kill her, even if he exhausted all of his spirit essence, what could he do?

Ye Fan shouted out explosively. The violent energy made him somewhat unable to suppress it, and the veins on his entire body bulged.

He lifted the sword with difficulty, and used the strength of his fingers to speed up the sword.

"Die!"

Just as he finished his words.

Ye Fan turned into a ray of light and rushed toward King Nanshan.

He was not that fool, Reverend Lei An.

He would definitely not waste the killing move that he had spent so much effort to accumulate.

No matter what, he had to let the Profound Grotto Finger hit King Nanshan's body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wherever Ye Fan passed, not a single part of the ground was intact. The deep footprints were like the footsteps of a ferocious beast.

Deng Zhu felt a powerful force trembling all over his body. He was terrified and terrified. He even knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

He didn't know who unleashed this powerful technique.

But he was extremely fearful of the two people in the warm fog.

...

They had fought to such an extent.

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

However, he didn't expect ___ to be so difficult to deal with.

If he couldn't block this attack, his body would surely die.

As for him who had transformed back into his soul, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape the power of the Soul Locking Tower.

He gritted his teeth. If he wanted to blame someone, he would have to blame the war in Demon Realm.

If he had a physical body here, how could he not be a match for Ye Fan?

Even ten Ye Fan wouldn't be enough for him to fight.

However, the crisis in front of him had to be resolved quickly.

A cold light flashed across King Nanshan's eyes. "Ye Fan, today I will let you witness the true strength of a great demon!"

Instantly, a few trembling sounds could be heard in the void. A ray of light that was like a thunderbolt flashed out.

Endless power surged out like a river, a lake, and a sea.

King Nanshan stretched out both his hands, and a bright light flowed, as if he had grabbed the entire space in his hands.

"Cloud Hand!"

Two powerful forces confronted each other.

An intense explosion immediately occurred in the surroundings. The sound of the explosion was like heavenly thunder striking down punishment, and a dangerous aura spread all over the place.

The sharp sound of rushing wind cut through everyone's ears, and it was extremely ear-piercing.

King Nanshan's unique skill was indeed worthy of its reputation. He actually used his hands to resist Ye Fan's sharp longsword.

The two streams of spirit essence were constantly playing a game. They were like two fierce beasts, opening their scarlet fangs and continuously devouring each other, biting each other.

Sword shadows and hand lights rushed into the sky, but the two of them did not retreat.

Their feet were deeply embedded into the ground.

However, its power was still overwhelming, causing violent winds to wreak havoc.

Not far away. Deng Zhu was directly sent flying by this power. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was in a sorry state.

He clutched his chest and revealed a shocked expression.

"This... I'm a mighty Golden Core warrior, but I can't even block the aftershock?"

He smiled bitterly.

He had stopped here because he wanted to get more information about Ye Fan.

However, he had become an innocent person who was lying on the ground.

The two people who were fighting were still fine.

He was seriously injured.

Both of their eyes were red from the fight. They would not give up until the victor was decided.

At this moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ye Fan immediately changed his attack.

"Still not dead? For Xiaoxiao, this old man will fight you to the death!"

"Yang Essence Scripture: Yang Essence Palm!"

This was the second move of the Supreme and Infinite Dao Art that Ye Fan had recently comprehended.

It was extremely powerful.

However, it was very difficult to control.

If one did not learn well, it was very easy to cause one's own self to suffer a backlash. It was a move that could harm one thousand enemies, and could harm eight hundred enemies at the same time.

However, he did not have time to worry too much.

If he could not do it in one go.

He might not be able to take down King Nanshan.

He would not be able to take revenge for Lin Xiaoxiao either.

Ye Fan's aura skyrocketed once again, as if he was an unparalleled 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 down.

"This is... the Demonic Ancestor's spell. You, who are you exactly?" King Nanshan panicked. He really could not withstand the move that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

If he continued to increase his demonic power, his body would definitely explode.

However, Ye Fan didn't answer him. The huge palm pressed down without hesitation.

"Bang!"

King Nanshan couldn't withstand the attack. His body was instantly crushed into minced meat, and blood was dripping from his body.

He knew that Ye Fan must have consumed a lot of energy to use this move. Taking advantage of the gap between them, he quickly fled into the distance.

But how could Ye Fan let him go?

A strange purple pagoda appeared in the void.

"King Nanshan, go in!"

"No..."

King Nanshan was imprisoned on the eighth floor by Ye Fan. He was tortured day and night. He was in so much pain that he wished he could die.

Ye Fan used the last bit of his spirit essence to withdraw the Soul Locking Tower, and the warm mist in the void also completely dissipated.

The original factory had already become ruins, and it was no longer the same as before.

Ye Fan wanted to pull out his legs that were inserted into the ground, but his tired body was emitting waves of intense pain.2

Every single meridian in his body seemed to have been torn apart. The spirit energy in his Dantian was empty, and he could not muster up any strength.

"The Yuan Yang Palm is really hard to control. It feels so damn good to use it once."

Although Ye Fan had obtained the final victory, it had already ended in a miserable way.

His own injuries were still manageable, but Lin Xiaoxiao's soul was the only one that was difficult to recover from!

Ye Fan shook his head and grinned.

When the time came, he would think of a way to recover his strength first.

At this time, Deng Zhu observed from a distance and seemed to have discovered some clues.

He was puzzled. Why didn't Ye Fan leave after winning?

Could it be that he couldn't even move?

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