Chapter 668

The coiled dragon silk is formed by Long Qianshan's true energy and special means. When steel touches the coiled dragon silk, it will be easily cut by the coiled dragon silk, let alone a flesh and blood body.

Long Qianshan gathered tens of feet of coiled dragon silk and wrapped Ye Xuantian in, thinking that the battle was a foregone conclusion.

However, when Long Qianshan controlled the coiled dragon silk and slowly gathered it until it reached the shape of a cocoon just wrapping a person, he couldn't continue to gather it.

It seemed that a terrifying force was blocking it.

Long Qianshan secretly thought something was wrong.

Sure enough, in the next moment, there were vertical marks on the cocoon woven from dragon silk.

Ye Fan pushed aside the silkworm cocoon with his hands and walked out of it.

Not even his clothes were damaged, let alone hurt him.

Long Qianshan's bronze-skinned face turned pale instantly.

On the bank of the river, the people watching the battle were also dumbfounded.

With a fierce reputation, Long Qianshan's strongest killing move, which was famous in the world ten years ago, can't hurt Ye Xuantian at all? !

"I never thought that this ordinary-looking young man is actually Master Ye." Zuoqiu Luoyan's immature face was full of shock and astonishment.

"You can't be judged by appearances. What's more, even Long Qianshan can't do anything to him. Now that Long Qianshan has used his strongest ultimate move, it seems that the decisive battle will soon be decided." Zuo Old Man Qiu sighed:

"The little friend surnamed Wang is right. The top ten martial arts families in Cangzhou are far from enough to beat Master Ye. Fortunately, I listened to him."

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to die." Zuoqiu Chenyu's delicate face was full of distress.

He placed a big bet on Long Qianshan to win, he thought he could make a lot of money, but he didn't know that Ye Xuantian was so strong that even Long Qianshan was no match for him.

"Sister, how much did you press?" Zuoqiu Luoyan asked curiously.

Hearing this, the old man Zuoqiu also looked at the eldest granddaughter curiously.

In order to make up for this granddaughter, the old man Zuoqiu doted on Zuoqiu Chenyu very much, allowing her to dispose of the Zuoqiu family's money at will.

"I..." Zuoqiu Chenyu faltered, but did not dare to speak out.

Seeing the granddaughter's expression, the old man Zuoqiu twitched, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

This eldest granddaughter wouldn't invest almost all of the Zuoqiu family's wealth in it, would she? !

Zuoqiu Chenyu was extremely remorseful at this moment, secretly thought that he was indeed a prodigal.

Back then, she took over the position of raising her grandfather and became the big sister, so she had some family background.

But because of the continuous losses due to investment, all the property left by the deceased grandfather has almost lost money.

Now that I have found my biological grandfather, I think it should be a change of luck.

Who knows, to go back to the old way, it's really not as good as God.

On the bank of the river, except for the three members of Zuoqiu's family, the rest of the people were also very surprised by the current situation.

Everyone did not expect that Ye Xuantian, whose name was far less famous than Long Qianshan, would have such terrifying strength.

And Ye Wuhen, who was sitting on a small boat in the river watching the battle, was also trembling.

She is Long Qianshan's opponent, and she knows much more about Long Qianshan than others.

Compared with ten years ago, Long Qianshan's strength has improved greatly, and now he has firmly entered the realm of land immortals, which can be called the pinnacle of martial arts.

Ten years ago, Ye Wuhen was able to defeat Long Qianshan with one move, but after witnessing this battle, he asked himself that his chances of winning against Long Qianshan were very slim.

The reason is that she was distracted by mundane affairs, and she still cared about her appearance, so she had been expending her true energy to delay aging.

But Long Qianshan has no other distractions, and puts all his heart and soul into martial arts.

Ten years later, the gap between the two widened.

If the decisive battle is as promised, Ye Wuhen knows that he will be in danger.

But fortunately, although Long Qianshan is strong, this Ye Xuantian is even stronger.

If Ye Xuantian could severely damage Long Qianshan, or directly kill Long Qianshan, then he would not have to face the day of a decisive battle with Long Qianshan.

Ye Wuhen could not detect any ferocity from this Ye Xuantian.

Long Qianshan disregarded the safety of the Yan Kingdom and insisted on a decisive battle with himself, this Ye Xuantian might not be the kind of person.

If Ye Xuantian wants to be number one on the list, then just give it to him.

He actually doesn't care about Mingye Wuhen.

Long Qianshan is different, he is a martial arts lunatic, he has no principles in doing things, and he doesn't care so much at all.

If Long Qianshan died in today's battle, it would definitely be a good thing for Ye Wuhen.

With this expectation, Ye Wuhen continued to stare at the battle situation in the field.

Ye Fan pushed aside the cocoon and walked out, stepped on the river and looked at Long Qianshan with a pale face, and commented:

"You are a dragon silk, but you have some skills. It's a pity that the gap between you and me is too great. However, to a certain extent, you are an opponent worthy of respect, and you are qualified to die in my hands."

After the words fell, Ye Fan's body slowly floated up, as if being lifted up by an invisible force.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

Boom!

Dark clouds surged, rain dripped, and a thunderbolt exploded, rushing straight down from the sky.

Immediately, a few feet in front of Ye Fan's fingertips, a thunderball with a diameter of one foot gathered.

On the riverside, everyone was shocked.

To mobilize the power of heaven and earth is already beyond the realm of land immortals.

"You...you are the Holy Realm!" Long Qianshan's pupils trembled.

The terrestrial immortals can be said to be the strongest on the ground, while the strong in the holy realm can walk against the sky and arouse the power of heaven and earth.

"Holy Realm?" Ye Fan smiled lightly and did not respond, but said, "I use five successes to take your life, which is regarded as respect for you. Do you have any last words?"

Long Qianshan's throat was blocked and he couldn't speak a word.

Seeing this, Ye Fan flicked his fingers without giving him time.

The thunderball locks onto Long Qianshan and shoots away.

In an instant, Long Qianshan only felt a threat of death.

I want to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts with all my heart, so I am going to die just like that?

People die, but nothing is left.

If it's not your own strength, so what?

Without this life, how can we talk about pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts?

At this moment, Long Qianshan thought a lot.

Driven by the desire to survive, Long Qianshan used the power in his dantian that did not belong to him.

When the thunder ball was about to touch Long Qianshan, a light blue air sword several feet long condensed instantly.

The air sword made contact with the thunder ball, cut through the thunder ball, and immediately shot towards Ye Fan who looked calm.

Ye Fan's originally calm eyes suddenly trembled, he did not expect this situation at all.

But even if he was in a hurry, driven by his instinctive fighting consciousness, the figure floating in mid-air flickered and avoided it in a thrilling manner.

However, the light blue air sword followed closely.

Ye Fan quickly judged that the qi machine had been locked by the qi sword, and it was inevitable.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Fan didn't want to run away.

Ye Fan immediately made a decision, used all his aura, and laid out a lot of defenses in front of him.

However, the light blue air sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo. After breaking through all kinds of defenses, it still penetrated Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan vomited blood, his figure fell from the air, and plunged into the river.

And the light blue air sword that pierced through Ye Fan fell on the river, plowing all the 50-foot-long water surface of Chunshen River.

For a few seconds, you can even see the mud at the bottom of the Chunshen River, which is more than ten feet deep.

And the plowed river water slapped towards the river bank.