Chapter 150: Just hand off the magic weapon!

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Hearing these words, Xie Chongyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was taken aback for a moment, his whole body stiffened, as if petrified, he couldn't believe his ears.

After he came back to his senses, his eyes showed great anger again.

For a moment, his hair rooted up, the blue veins on his forehead throbbed, his eyes were like copper bells, and his body was full of blood.

"Stand still and let you chop!"

Ye Fan's words were so crazy that Xie Chongyang seemed to be greatly insulted.

On the other hand, Yu Zihong and the others were also so surprised that Ye Fan would never expect to say such a thing.

At this time, Xie Chongyang looked at Ye Fan fiercely, as if to swallow him alive, gritted his teeth and said:

"Smelly boy, are you serious about this?!"

"What lie to you? Just attack it. If I evade, I will lose today!" Ye Fan said confidently.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hearing this, Xie Chongyang smiled without anger, his eyes looking at Ye Fan were extremely cold.

In his opinion, Ye Fan's biggest advantage is his ghostly body.

And now, Ye Fan is so big, wanting to shake his Chi Yang sword with his body, it is no different from looking for death!

"Boy, this is what you said, even if you die under my sword, you can't blame me!"

As he said, Xie Chongyang held the Chiyang sword in his hand tightly, no longer had any hands left, the inner strength in the dantian, like the Yangtze River bursting out like a dyke, was all concentrated in this sword.

He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and he wanted to defeat Ye Fan in front of him.

He has confidence in himself. The Chiyang Sword is made from the essence of spirit fire and thousands of years of profound iron. Even if it is not comparable to the top magic weapon, it is still a rare magic weapon, blowing hair and breaking hair!

As long as you rely on the sharpness of the Chiyang Sword, let alone a mere Ye Fan, even the martial arts master dare not use his body to shake the next move, and he will only die on the spot!

He wants to use Ye Fan's blood to wash his humiliation!

"Nine Suns Sword Technique-Sun Yao!"

Xie Chongyang let out a roar of exhaustion.

Immediately afterwards, the vitality of the heavens and the earth within a radius of one hundred meters seemed to be drained in an instant, turning into invisible vitality dragons, rushing into Xie Chongyang's body like a sea of ​​rivers.

The scorching heat wave spreads, sparks start a prairie fire, sweep across all directions, and the wind and clouds change color.

On the Chiyang Sword, a dazzling brilliance burst out suddenly, like another round of the sun, which made people blind and difficult to look directly at.

This trick is the strongest nirvana created by Xie Chongyang, with unparalleled power.

At this moment, he seemed to hold the red sun in his hand, like a **** Lingchen, his muscles bulged high, and he broke apart the samurai clothes, revealing that copper-cast iron-like body, and every muscle was filled with explosiveness. the power of.

...

"not good!"

Yu Wenxing, who had been hiding in the corner watching the battle, suddenly changed his face and exclaimed.

You know, this banquet hall is on the second floor of the hotel.

He could feel the power in the "Sun". If it broke out completely, it would be no less than a large amount of TNT explosives, I am afraid that the entire hotel would collapse, and the mortal body would not be able to resist it.

It's not just him, Yu Zihong and Song Wanqing also have pale faces and split their livers and gallbladders. They never thought that this trick "Sun" would be so scary!

The three only felt that the threat of death was close at hand, and subconsciously wanted to escape the banquet hall, but after all, they were a step late.

"Huh!"

At this time, Xie Chongyang finally finished gathering momentum, and his sharp sword intent came out and went straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to merge his lifelong martial arts will in this sword, blasting a dead tunnel in midair!

"Boom!"

The spilled energy seemed to have turned into invisible big hands, nailing the three of Yu Zihong to the ground, unable to move at all.

A large area of ​​cracks occurred in the surrounding walls, and the mountains shook.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Xie Chongyang held a sword in both hands, and an unparalleled aura appeared on his body, as if he could split with a sword even if the front was a ten thousand mountains.

However, in the face of this horrible sword, Ye Fan still looked calm and calm.

Immediately afterwards, under the horrified eyes of everyone, he slowly stretched out his right hand and pinched the Chiyang sword with his index finger and middle finger.

The slender fingers formed a sharp contrast with the sharp and unparalleled Chi Yang sword.

"Zheng!"

The next moment, there was no scene where Xie Chongyang expected that his fingers were broken and blood splashed on the spot. Instead, there was a sound of golden and iron humming.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene happened in the venue——

Ye Fan only used **** to lightly clamp the Chi Yang Sword.

The unstoppable nirvana "Sun Yao" seems to be too late to burst out, and it will be suppressed by Ye Fan.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the three of Yu Zihong took a breath of air, dumbfounded, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow their fists, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Although Yu Zihong knew that Ye Fan was a real master master, Xie Chongyang was in the realm of a half-step grandmaster anyway, and the sword that did his best did not cause any harm to Ye Fan. This is too shocking!

At this time, the most surprised was Xie Chongyang!

The Chi Yang sword in his hand, as long as it advances three inches further, it can pierce Ye Fan's chest, killing him!

But such a small distance seemed to him like a huge gap, no matter how hard it was to advance!

His eyes are cracking, and sweat is already on his forehead, dripping to the ground along his face.

No matter how he stimulated the inner strength in his dantian, it seemed as if he had fallen into the sea, without any effect.

For a while, he was caught in a dilemma!

...

"No! Impossible!"

Looking at Ye Fan close at hand, Xie Chongyang, who was in desperation, let out a hoarse roar like a beast:

"What the **** is going on? Even if you are a great master who will practice foreign kung fu and is known for his physical intrepidity, it is impossible for him to accept this trick and be unharmed! Boy, who are you? !"

In his tone, it was incredible.

In his cognition, even the magical powers of outside home body protection such as the golden bell and the iron cloth shirt, practiced to the extreme, cutting a white mark with a knife, and stabbing a white spot with a spear, are extremely powerful.

But if you want to use the power of **** alone, it is still a fantasy!

But at this moment, Ye Fan did it, even effortlessly.

This weird scene is about to peak his worldview.

Seeing Xie Chongyang's extremely surprised appearance, Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly, sketching a playful smile, and said lightly:

"Xie Chongyang, I said long ago that you are just a frog at the bottom of the well, so how can I imagine my strength?"

Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and powerful, piercing into Xie Chongyang's heart like a sharp sword.

Now that his "Sky Overlord Body" is Xiaocheng, even if he did not use the Golden Light Divine Armor, but with the power of basalt, there is no possibility of injury unless he encounters a strong master in the realm of masters!

The next moment, Ye Fan's eyes stunned, and the inner strength in his dantian rushed to his fingertips like a volcanic eruption, completely bursting.

"boom!"

Xie Chongyang only felt that on the Chiyang Sword, a majestic and majestic burst suddenly came, and it was impossible to stop it.

The tiger's mouth with his sword was shaken, and red blood splashed.

For a swordsman, the sword is the extension of his body, like an arm's command, and his mind is connected, but now, he can hardly hold the Chiyang sword in his hand.

Until then, Xie Chongyang really realized that Ye Fan's strength far exceeded his imagination, it was an absolute crush!

how is this possible?

How could his inner strength be so strong!

Is it possible... Is he really a master of martial arts? !

Just when Xie Chongyang's heart was throbbing, Ye Fan's eyes suddenly burst out with a bright light, and the sound was like a lion roaring: "Break me!"

In the next moment, the power of destroying the sky and the earth willfully bombarded the Chiyang Sword.

In an instant, dense cracks appeared on the blade of the Chiyang Sword, like a spider web.

Seeing this scene, Xie Chongyang's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle-like shape, horrified.

"Stab!"

The sound of fragmentation is endless, and the Red Sun sword made of thousand-year-old profound iron was crushed by Ye Fan's bare hands and turned into thousands of small pieces.

Just hand off the magic weapon!