Chapter 1710 Continuous killing!

The body of the captivating young master was lying quietly on the ground, motionless.

Long Jiaojiao, Lin Feiyu, Liu Bo and others all opened their eyes wide and could not believe all this.

The battle just now was really incredible!

In their opinion, Ye Fan just stood there without even making any moves, and invisibly resolved the "soul-detaining generals", and even let thousands of resentful souls retaliate against the soul-catching young master.

Such magical methods, let alone Lin Qingxuan and others, may not be able to do even if they have survived three or four heavenly tribulations.

After the shock, Long Jiaojiao and others showed ecstasy again.

Originally, the two true immortals of the great tribulation came after them, and they were already in despair. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan killed the Soul-Sealing Young Master in the blink of an eye.

Then the remaining Jue Dao Feng cries blood, it seems that it is not that scary.

On the other side, the pair of eyes under Feng Qixue mask showed a strong look of fear.

What really makes people feel scary is not the power, but the unknown!

Even he couldn't see how Ye Fan killed the Soul-Sealing Young Master.

For a moment, Feng Qiuxue fell into a dilemma.

It is true that he is very confident in his sword skills, but Ye Fan is holding a holy weapon in his hand.

He lurked in the dark sky before and saw with his own eyes the scene of Ye Fan cutting off the five fingers of the Dark Heaven Taoist.

If he forcibly compete for Ye Fan's treasure, he is very likely to die like the soul-catching young master.

But if he left, he was a little unwilling to accept it.

After hesitating for a long time, Feng Qixue suddenly looked shaking, as if he had made some important decision. He looked at Ye Fan and said, "Boy, how capable are you, I'll spare your life for the time being!"

As he said that, Feng Qiuxue turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this scene, Long Jiaojiao, Lin Feiyu, Liu Bo and others breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves finally relaxed.

"Stop! Did I let you go?"

Ye Fan suddenly spoke, although he used questions, his tone had an irresistible will.

Feng Qixue paused, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy, his sharp eyes stared at Ye Fan, and said coldly: "Boy, what are you talking about?"

"Since you and Dao Ren, the Master of Seizure, joined forces to intercept me, then you are my enemy! If you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, it will grow again after the spring breeze blows. You should stay here forever!" Ye Fan said.

Hearing this, the wind cries and bloody anger arises from the heart, and evil arises to the courage.

He originally thought that he had taken a step back, and Ye Fan should have been grateful, but Ye Fan was so confident that he threatened to kill him.

"What a big tone! You, a boy who is not even a full hair, want to kill me? Do you think I am a waste of the soul-catching young man? You are looking for death!"

Feng Qixue held the scimitar in his hand tightly, and a fierce murderous intent burst out from his body. He was domineering and the space around him seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone's chests were like a mountain pressing down, and they were almost suffocating.

Long Jiaojiao and others never expected that Ye Fan would not let go and wanted to fight Feng Chi to death.

But now that things have come to this point, they can't change the situation even if they say anything else.

"Damn it, I'll fight!"

Lin Feiyu shouted loudly, holding the Qiushui sword in his hand, adjusting to the best combat state.

Long Jiaojiao also sacrificed several brilliant spiritual weapons, and did not dare to neglect any.

Unlike the Master of Soul-Catching, a sword-using master like Feng Qixue can explode instantly with terrifying combat power. If you are not careful, everyone present may feel hated under the scimitar and die in the underworld.

"Miss Long, Mr. Lin, I can handle it alone without you helping me!"

Ye Fan's voice was extremely confident, as if the enemy in front of him was not a true immortal who could not pass the tribulation, but a minion who could not stand on the table.

Hearing this, Feng Qixue was even more furious, his eyes blew fire, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You little brat, how dare you look down on me? I will split you in half with this knife!!!"

After saying that, Feng Chi Blood shot out, and the dazzling sword light appeared, cutting through the sky, tearing the sky, illuminating the entire world.

This sword contains Feng Chi Xue’s lifelong martial will. It is so fast that it is unparalleled in the sword intention, and there are thousands of changes.

If you don’t go out, you’ll be gone. If you go out, you’ll be earth-shaking and you won’t give the enemy any chance to dodge.

The man and sword are united, as if they turn into a roaring and roaring blood dragon, enough to tear apart everything in front of them.

Long Jiaojiao and others behind were not shrouded by the sword force, but they could also feel the sharpness in it. The exposed skin seemed to be scraped by thousands of blades, and it was in great pain.

They really couldn't imagine how Ye Fan would resolve this sword that could destroy the world and kill gods and immortals.

Just then, Ye Fan moved.

There are no fancy moves and magical powers, nor any overwhelming power.

Ye Fan held the wooden sword in his hand, took a step forward, and went straight to the terrifying scimitar.

Seeing this scene, Long Jiaojiao and others were stunned, looking incredible.

It’s not that Ye Fan’s swordsmanship is too powerful, but that it’s too ordinary.

A simple straight stab can be used by beginners, and is even more skilled than Ye Fan.

How can such an ordinary sword resist the blow that is full of strength with the wind and blood?

Could it be... Ye Fan is going to be buried here?

"Boy, die!"

Feng Qixue's face showed a crazy look, and it seemed that he had seen the cruel scene of a scimitar slashing Ye Fan's body.

In the moment of life and death, Ye Fan's mouth outlined a mysterious smile and spoke lightly:

"Secret technique - formless and selfless!"

......

Suddenly, Feng Qixue's whole body was tense, his scalp became numb, and he noticed a strong ominous premonition.

Years of combat experience told him that he should abandon his sword immediately, otherwise he would have life-threatening worries.

But when he wanted to act, he felt an invisible force shrouded in it.

He felt that his eyes were dark, he instantly lost consciousness, and fell into a coma, and the sword force that was dying and destroying the earth also dissipated.

No form or self!

The unique skills inherited from the Immortal Master Yunhai are the saint-level magical powers that are above the heavenly level.

Once this sword is released, it can deprive the enemy of the six senses, making the opponent turn into a blind, deaf, mute, and stupid person, and even unable to control his body and cannot think.

Such domineering magical powers are enough to sweep away invincible.

With Ye Fan's current cultivation level, it will only affect Feng Qiuxue for one second.

But this time was completely enough for Ye Fan.

In the midst of lightning, the sword in his hand stabbed forward, piercing his heart through the chest that was sobbing and bloody.

"See!"

Blood splattered and scarlet.

In the distance, Long Jiaojiao and others showed incredible expressions. They could not think about how they would suddenly lose their minds if they couldn't breathe and cried. It was like they had removed all their arms and allowed Ye Fan to slaughter them.

One second later.

Feng Qixue woke up, feeling a sharp pain coming from his chest, and the surging vitality was quickly dissipating. Half of his foot seemed to have stepped into the gate of hell.

Even if the body of this level is broken, the soul can still escape from the shell and resurrect the soul through corpses.

However, the Wuxiang Sword contains the strong will of the Immortal Lord Yunhai. Even after ten thousand years, it has not been erased. It is invincible and can be defeated. Even the true immortal who has passed the tribulation cannot resist it.

"Puff!"

The wind cried and blood blew, and there were countless complex emotions such as horror, fear, disbelief, and regret in his eyes.

Death is so close.

“For…why?”

"How could a mere god-transforming monk... be so terrifying?"

Feng Qixue asked the final question, but he didn't believe that he would fall into this situation.

However, everything cannot be changed.

The next moment, Feng Qixue's head tilted and he died completely.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the others present seemed to have been hit like never before, shocked to the point of being overwhelmed.

When Feng Chixue appeared just now, how arrogant and powerful it was!

The sword is in the sky, and the sword energy is circulating thousands of miles away, blocking the way.

Unexpectedly, now he was killed by Ye Fan's sword, and he didn't even have the power to resist.

Ye Fan's killing of two true immortals in a row is far more exciting than defeating Huangfu Jiangshan!
To be continued...