The God of War Platform was shrouded in black fog, and the specific situation was still unaware of...

Nie Fan's body was like a sword, his whole body was glowing. In his dantian, the black mist continued to transform, attacking the white barrier created by Nie Fan's magic technique.

The true energy in Nie Fan's body had reached its peak. The Yanshen Art was constantly urging, and a white light flashed between his eyebrows, and a trace of blood overflowed.

The soul is the foundation of human beings. Once it dissipates, it is useless for the ancient true god to appear.

Seeing that the Yanshen Art could not stop the black fog, Nie Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and he suddenly bit his tongue, revealing a taboo secret technique he had never used before!

Nie Fan did not produce a complete soul, but he couldn't care about so much at this moment. The originally vague soul condensed rapidly, and a red light surged. A red man appeared, like Nie Fan's reduced version, his body was full of solemnity. His two little hands changed, and slowly turned himself into a red sword!

The soul turns into a sword!

This is one of the secrets of the Seven Evil Sword Technique. Only in the late stage of foundation building can one produce a complete soul, but Nie Fan can't care about so much now!

Bang

The barrier of evolution of the Yanshen Art above the soul collapsed, and the black mist rushed down.

Nie Fan stood upright, but his eyes were filled with empty space, and all his mind was on the soul. The red sword light flashed rapidly, extremely sharp, with a breath of destruction, staring at the black fog rushing down from above.

"Slay!" Suddenly, Nie Fan, with empty eyes, shouted loudly, and his voice was like thunder, roaring at the God of War Platform, spreading below the God of War Platform.

At the same time, the red sword of the soul in Nie Fan's dantian rushed out of the sky spirit cap and slashed towards the black fog with the terrible momentum of dying together.

Puff

The red sword slashed through the black fog, Nie Fan's body shook, and blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

The black fog that rushed down at a rapid speed suddenly stopped, as if it was being immobilized, occupying the middle of Nie Fan's dantian, motionless.

Nie Fan's soul recovered again. The red villain was extremely weak and swaying, as if he was about to break out. He stood above the black fog, with his little face solemnly looking at the black fog below.

Time seemed to have stopped, and there was no movement in Nie Fan's dantian, and it was even more so outside.

The people in front of the ice mirror were shocked when they heard Nie Fan's roar like thunder.

"What's going on..." Some guests were frightened and curious, staring at the ice mirror, but the entire God of War Station was covered in black fog, and they couldn't see through the slightest.

"Could it be that Nie Fan was defeated and was fighting to the death?" Some people speculated that although the blood might have been Ling Wuya's, everyone still believed in Ling Wuya's strength and believed that 90% of the winner would be him.

"It is possible that Nie Fan's strength is not enough to compete with Ling Wuya, and the outcome will be decided soon." Someone said, obviously standing on the side of Moshan, and at this moment he even asked Ling Zhong Shen for a congratulations.

The other guests also nodded secretly, Ling Wuya had a realm and absolute advantage in strength when facing Nie Fan. Victory can be said to be Ling Wuya undoubtedly.

The guests were naturally icing on the cake, but the look of Zhongshen was not so optimistic. He frowned. He naturally recognized the blood of his son. The blood was like a sharp needle. He didn't feel anything at first, but as time went by, he felt more and more that the nerve stinged, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Zhong Weili can be said to be the most nervous at the moment. If Nie Fan finally walked out of the God of War Platform, I am afraid that his deputy hall master would have the best ending if he was not imprisoned!

You He's face was solemn. In his opinion, Nie Fan and Ling Wuya were evenly matched. The winner was just a trump card. Ling Wuya's secret technique was extremely terrifying. Even the God of War Platform could corrode. Nie Fan only showed a white light, which made him elusive who would win and lose.

The wine gourd in front of him swung silently, revealing his inner struggle. He wanted to break through the God of War and rescue Nie Fan, but he was worried that Nie Fan would be about to win, and that if he destroyed it, he would leave endless troubles.

"Senior Sister." Feng Yuanmeng suppressed the tension in her heart, turned to look at Yang Xuening, and shouted softly.

Yang Xuening stared at the bottom. She could feel that Nie Fan's soul suddenly became extremely weak, but she did not collapse.

"It's okay." Yang Xuening's eyes flashed as if there were lenses, as if she had seen through the God of War Station.

Feng Yuanmeng was stunned and immediately felt relieved. She knew that her senior sister had a connection with Nie Fan that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

On the God of War Platform, the black fog seemed to have stopped and remained motionless. Only the God of War Platform was shining independently, as if it was about to repair the damaged part.

Nie Fan stood upright, without any fluctuations in his eyes. In his dantian, the red soul stared at the black fog below.

The black fog was still the same ball, floating there, motionless.

Nie Fan's mind was extremely tense. This black fog was too weird and extremely terrifying. He could not be distracted or slackened.

"Haha, I'm worthy of being the one I like."

After a while, suddenly, laughter came from the black fog.

Nie Fan's body suddenly tensed, his red soul, his little face tense, and a short sword formed in his hand, waiting for it!

"We are old acquaintances, so don't be so nervous."

The black fog was turbulent, and soon evolved into a young man with a handsome face and a starry eyes. He looked at Nie Fan's soul with a smile on his face.

The face of the soul changed slightly and he said, "It's you!"

Although he had never seen this person, Nie Fan still recognized this person from his unique voice. He killed Zheng Hu and was later taken over. He once wanted to borrow the Tower of the Gods from him!

"Haha, remember?" The young man was about the same size as Nie Fan's soul. He looked at Nie Fan's soul and said, "I looked at Nie Fan's soul with satisfaction."

Nie Fan's soul frowned slightly and looked solemn. This person was definitely a terrifying figure at the same level as the Lord of Kunlun and the Barbarian King. He might have fallen into the Tao if he accidentally did.

The young man looked calm and handsome, like a complacent scholar. He looked at Nie Fan and said with a smile, "Don't worry, can't you see that I have no strength to deal with you anymore?"

"Then why haven't you dissipated?" Nie Fan became more and more alert. Even if such a person only has a trace of spiritual consciousness, he would not ignore it.

"To do you a favor, or to do someone else's favor." The young man said with a smile, with the galaxy in his eyes like stars flowing, with strangeness.

Nie Fan unconsciously took a step back. The five swords that had been forced out of their bodies rushed in with a bang, a little bigger than his soul. He stood around him, with a shining light and a sword energy that forced his soul to protect him in the center.

"Haha." The young man laughed again.

At that moment, Nie Fan's hair suddenly stood up, and he felt like the cold ice hitting his body for thousands of years.

As the young man finished speaking, Nie Fan's mind was shocked and he instinctively activated the Five Sword Formation to the maximum and protected his whole body!

Bang

In an instant, the black fog exploded and a terrible force rushed out of Nie Fan's dantian, and rushed along his limbs and bones, crazily.

Nie Fan's face changed slightly, but he had no time to react. The powerful force was like a tide, hitting every part of his body.

The skin is cracking, the muscles are stretching, and the bones are thumping.

Nie Fan's soul suddenly returned to his body. The terrifying pain made him unable to control himself. His hair flew, and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes!

Nie Fan clearly felt that the man's remnant thoughts had disappeared, but he could feel pain. You can imagine how terrifying this power was.

"ah……"

Nie Fan roared, his true energy was turbulent, which made the God of War Platform tremble.

The face of the man in front of the ice mirror suddenly changed, his heart was beating wildly, and his eyes widened.

In the ice mirror, the black fog in the God of War Platform was dissipating, and the God of War Platform was flashing with white light, driving away the black fog, constantly clearing.

One arm!

Everyone's face changed slightly. The arm had been eroded by the black fog and only a trace of flesh and blood remained. The smooth and bright bones looked particularly dazzling in the ice mirror.

"It's Ling Wuya!" Someone exclaimed, and then remembered that this was his left arm that had been cut off by Nie Fan before. Was he killed again?

Everyone stared at the ice mirror, and the black mist inside slowly dissipated, constantly revealing a larger place.

A large pool of blood was exposed and extended to the edge of the God of War Platform, on the white light cover.

Everyone held their breath. Obviously, this was Ling Wuya's blood, and he was severely injured!

But no one saw his body, and continued to spread with the black fog, seeing more places.

Soon, the black fog expanded to Nie Fan's face, and he saw his eyes wide open, his eyes widened, his long roared to the sky, his black hair flew, and his eyes were flashing with madness.

Everyone looked frightened, not knowing what happened to Nie Fan.

"Where is Ling... Ling Wuya?" After a long time, someone asked.

Zhong Weili did not look back at Ling Zhongshen. He knew that Ling Wuya was probably in danger. At this moment, he stared at Nie Fan with his eyes, his face was gloomy and unchanged, and murderous intent flashed by.

You He's face was cold and solemn, and the traces of earth-colored traces flowed in his eyes. He wanted to see clearly what happened to Nie Fan through the ice mirror.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with Nie Fan?" Feng Yuanmeng listened to Nie Fan's roar from the God of War Platform, and showed a hint of surprise on his pretty face, looking at Yang Xuening beside him and asked.

"Someone is refining his body." Yang Xuening's voice was crisp and pleasant, and she replied softly.

Feng Yuanmeng was slightly stunned. Nie Fan and Ling Wuya fought a lot, how could anyone refine his body?

Nie Fan's body was thumping, and the body refined by the Barbarian King's Body Refining Technique was torn apart inch and reorganized continuously.

Nie Fan's teeth were about to be bitten. While he was in great pain, he also felt that his body and bones were undergoing earth-shaking changes. The black mist contained extremely terrifying energy and was filling his body.

"The Tower of Gods!" Nie Fan clenched his fists and growled.
Chapter completed!