Chapter 246

The fog gradually condensed into a figure, which seemed to be a devil coming out of the wet swamp and suddenly appeared in front of Yang Fan.

The devil's eyes were as bright as the stars, as if the stars were running day and night. How could ordinary people imagine that they couldn't afford to resist at all? They were more and more ferocious.

Looking at Zhao Wu's ferocious whole body, a vast fog gradually emanates from him, which is mixed with the breath of terror.

Yang Fan quietly watched the birth of an evil demon, but he didn't expect that Zhao Wu had such a strong means and such a terrible blow.

I'm afraid that even the strong will be eliminated immediately.

In the distance, Zhao Longfei first saw his father exert such terrible pressure. In his eyes, although this guy is not his father at all, he has never seen Zhao Wu exert such terrible power. Even with the blood of demons, Zhao Longfei feels that this man is like a terrible devil coming out of the endless abyss, His face was constantly shaking and shocked.

Zhao Wu crazily opened his terrible tusks and said with a ferocious face: "ha ha, I don't know why you can kill my people, but you can't live any longer!"

In the blink of an eye, it formed a huge aura. The light shield came to Yang Fan in front of him. The land in all directions kept rolling, just like the Earth Dragon turning over. A spring breeze kept spreading around, and the whole small world kept shaking.

Zhao Wu seized the time. Yang Fan didn't expect that the fog was really strong. Even he felt that his body seemed to be collapsing, and the fog was gradually diffused in all directions.

Zhao Wu constantly stepped into the void and magnified the vastness of the fog. Such a terrible blow was that the whole southern Xinjiang would tremble for it. The terrible move was comparable to that of those who returned to the void. I'm afraid it would take some means to resist this move.

Yang Fan wants to know, what is Zhao Wu's trump card?

Zhao Longfei's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't dare to look at Yang Fan or face Zhao Wu any more. He knew very well in his heart that only if Yang Fan won the victory, he would be able to gain a glimmer of life. If Yang Fan failed, he would undoubtedly become the sacrifice of his father Zhao Wu.

Of course, in his heart, he also knew that Zhao Wu could not easily kill Yang Fan, but he still felt insecure.

In Zhao Longfei's eyes, those demons are already strong to the extreme, but Zhao Wu is a demon from hell, and is not at the same level with them at all.

Even Zhao Wu in his weak period can kill his subordinates like Yang Fan at any time if he wants, even more simply.

The yellow sand in the sky is constantly spreading towards the earth in all directions, and cracks like fragments almost appear in the whole earth.

The whole little secret place seemed to be shattered by Zhao Wu's terrible blow. The law of heaven and earth in the secret place was extremely fragile. Zhao Wu destroyed the law of heaven and earth all at once, and it was extremely difficult to repair it.

After all, the whole space originally did not belong to the xuanhuang world. It can also be said that a new world was created. The rules in it had already been completely distorted by the emperor of Chu. Naturally, it could not be compared with the world of Chu.

"I really thought you were very powerful. I didn't expect that you were just a mole ant. Of course, you were a little more powerful."

Under Zhao Wu's attack, Yang Fan was undamaged. There was a golden fog beside him. The black fog gradually spread on Yang Fan's body. Even Yang Xiaoke on his shoulder was not hurt at all.

Yang Fan looks at Zhao Wu calmly. Gujing's eyes are not sad or happy, as if everything in front of him has nothing to do with him.

"How can it be? How on earth did you do it?"

Zhao Wu's face suddenly became gloomy. His face was incredible. The only thing left in his eyes was astonishment. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Yang Fan actually appeared in front of him without damage.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Wu had to shout madly. He thought he could resist Yang Fan's attack and even kill Yang Fan directly.

Now Yang Fan is a face of calm standing in the same place, it seems that the root did not put it in the eye.

The strike just now, even the Lord of demons or other leaders, could not resist such a terrible strike. In the face of his best strike, Yang Fan was able to compete with him. What does that mean?

This shows that the strength of this guy is absolutely far beyond him. On top of him, he has a delusion to use the mantis arm as a car.

"Where on earth do you come from? Brothers, which one of you is nearby, give me a hand? "

Zhao Wu cried out for help. However, it is obvious that there are no other demons around here. How can other demons come to such a remote corner?

It's impossible to notice here at all. Yang Fanfang has done his best in the face of Zhao Wu's attack. Of course, Yang fan can quickly recover his spiritual power. In fact, there is no problem at all.

"Is it hard to see that Yang Fan's strength can be compared with that of the Lord of the demons? It's impossible at all. "

Yang Fan said jokingly: "who do you think I am? Maybe I'm the one you think I am

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's hand. It was faster than before. In the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Zhao Wu. A burst of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared.

"No, you're making an attack!"

Zhao Wu is crazy. He has no confidence to compete with Yang Fan. The black fog around him shrinks gradually.

Yang Fan's body is constantly emitting a white light, and the living space of black fog is constantly squeezed, appearing on the edge of the whole world.

Zhao Wu couldn't believe all this and said: "how can you do this step?"

The white light was constantly emerging in front of Zhao Wu. Zhao Wu's eyes showed a face of horror and stood on the spot. Yang Fan stabbed Zhao Wu's heart with a sword, and a hole suddenly appeared in Zhao Wu's chest.

Zhao Longfei looked at Zhao Wu and his father, who had lost his breath, for a long time.