Chapter 1792: The aggrieved clouds fly up!

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Those disciples in the outer courtyard vomited blood crazily, suffering endlessly, and they were even more terrified.

They never expected that Ye Fan and Yun Feiyang did not have any physical contact, just relying on the power of stepping, there would be such a big battle.

The other disciples of the inner courtyard and the real disciples are not very comfortable. Even if they have urged their inner strength to protect the whole body, they still feel the unprecedented pressure, like a thousand mountains pressing on the body, the body makes a crackling sound, bones Are about to be crushed.

Even ordinary people fight, there will be invisible "potential."

For example, a tough guy who is fierce and fierce can definitely overcome a cringing rat.

The ever-victorious general on the battlefield can still lead his army to kill seven in and seven out even if he faces an enemy ten times his own.

When the cultivation base reached the realm of Ye Fan and Yun Feiyang, it was even more vital to the struggle for "potential", and he refused to give way.

The monk uses supernatural powers to bless the world and the world, with infinite power.

If you go to a higher level, a peak powerhouse like Xia Huang who crosses the tribulation nine layers can bless the Guozuo of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the true immortal Qingming can also bless the Wannian Qiyun of the Yunhai Immortal Gate.

But now, Ye Fan and Yun Feiyang are fighting against each other, and it is difficult to distinguish between them for a while, and no one can beat the other, forming a delicate balance.

In this aura, even the elders of Yunhai Xianmen felt depressed and chest tight.

They never expected that the confrontation between the two young juniors could provoke such a battle, which is really terrifying.

However, the situation on the court has also reached a deadlock.

In the beginning, the two men stepped wildly to seize the opportunity.

Now the two of them seem to have turned into two stone statues, standing in place, unable to move, just relying on invisible air to constantly collide in the air.

Master duel, pay attention to preemptive strike.

But now, neither Ye Fan nor Yun Feiyang had the confidence to kill the opponent in seconds.

Yun Feiyang was afraid of Ye Fan's shocking sword and did not dare to act rashly.

And Ye Fan was also afraid of what hole cards he still hid. After all, Tai Shangzong had been dormant in the ruins for thousands of years, and he didn't know what treasure he still hid.

Once you take the lead, and the enemy catches the weakness and fights back, you will fall into a very passive situation, and may even lead to a loss.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Time passed by every minute.

The confrontation between Ye Fan and Yun Feiyang lasted for a long time, but there was no change. The venue was silent, silent, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

If this trend continues, such a confrontation may continue indefinitely.

With the strength of the two, even if they stand here for a few months, they won't feel tired.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes lighted up, and a sense of arrogance rose in his body, and he said loudly: "Yun Feiyang, you are scared, so that's why you are stagnant. Choose this conservative way. If so, I will do it. Break the game!"

From a rational point of view, whoever does it first will invisibly suffer some losses.

But Ye Fan is no ordinary person, he has even more demands on himself, and he will never be reconciled to dominate only on Tianshu Star.

His goal is to become the Supreme Immortal Venerable, and then kill Chu Mengyao to rescue Chu Mengyao from the Holy Land Shuiyue Palace.

The cloud flying in front of him is certainly a powerful enemy, but to Ye Fan, it is also a sharpening stone.

Ye Fan entered this state of life and death by oppressing himself and constantly exerting pressure on himself to stimulate the potential in his body.

There are many arrogances in this world, but there are very few ruthless people like Ye Fan who use life and death to sharpen themselves.

No one can succeed casually!

Along the way, Ye Fan was able to disregard the crowd not only with the help of Lao Wei, but also with his own efforts!

If someone were to be replaced by Wei Lao's divine power, he would be arrogant and greedy for enjoyment. He would have been domineering on the earth a long time ago and would never pursue the highest realm like Ye Fan.

"The brave sword slashes the sky!"

Ye Fan held the Wuxiang sword and pierced out with a sword. The scarlet sword gun was fierce and unparalleled.

The surrounding space shattered every inch, and the momentum was immense.

For the first time, Yun Feiyang recognized that this was the sword that cut the branches of the world just now, so naturally he did not dare to neglect.

"Thousand Dragon Kill!"

Yun Feiyang yelled and danced his sword. Hundreds of sword auras surged out, as if they were transformed into sword dragons, which were the magical powers that they had displayed in the previous confrontation with Jian Wuya.

However, this is not the end, just the beginning.

Yun Feiyang let out a "pouch", spit a mouthful of blood on the sword, and shouted:

"I recommend Longtai with my blood, three thousand kills and three thousand swords!"

The long sword absorbed his essence and blood, blooming with enchanting red light, and the thousands of stegosaurus turbulent around were actually swallowed by the long sword.

"Huh!"

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light illuminates the sky.

A greater amount of sword energy erupted from the long sword than before, and it was extremely condensed, like a blood sword, covering the sky and sun, hovering in the air like a forest, forming a sword formation, pointed at Ye Fan far away.

These blood swords are all condensed from Yun Feiyang's inner strength, with murderous aura and blood floating, as if turning this place into a piece of Shura hell.

Seeing Yun Feiyang's magical powers, all the monks in the valley were shocked. With the blessing of Yun Feiyang's blood, the power of these blood swords was several times stronger than before, and the number became as large as three thousand.

If such a terrifying sword rain were placed on the battlefield, a million army could be annihilated instantly, and the city would be razed to the ground.

"cut!"

The cloud flies all over, three thousand blood-colored sword lights are like the sky, shattering the air, sweeping in, and instantly drowning Ye Fan in midair.

"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!"

Facing this level of attack, Ye Fan's body guard was quickly breached.

However, those blood swords bombarded him, sparks splattered everywhere, but did not cause any damage.

Ye Fan's body has undergone repeated tempering and reshaping, and it has become perfect.

Although these blood swords were fierce, they still couldn't cause him any harm.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, many disciples in the valley couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning, and their bodies were shocked. If they were shocked, they couldn't believe their eyes.

They never thought that Ye Fan's body was so powerful!

In the distance, Yun Feiyang was also anxious, and Ye Fan's abilities completely exceeded his expectations.

He half-squinted his eyes, a blade-like cold light bloomed, pinched the sword art in his hand, killing intent on his body, and said:

"Three thousand kills and three thousand swords-the dragon dance!"

As soon as the words fell, those blood swords seemed to turn into **** evil scorpions, spreading their teeth and dancing their claws, messing up the world and turning the world into ruins.

These violent blood swords are even more powerful, even a single sword can make the strongmen of the robbery extremely jealous, not to mention the stacking of three thousand swords.

All the blood swords drew a weird trajectory in the air, as if weaving a net of heaven and earth, shrouded towards Ye Fan.

Even though they are far away, other monks can feel the ultimate killing.

"Even if the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, I can't stop me, let alone this mere sword formation!"

"Give—I—Broken!"

Ye Fan let out a loud roar, his morale was like a rainbow, and his energy was poured into the Wuxiangjian, the scarlet sword became stronger and stronger.

"Crack! Click! Click..."

The Blood Sword that swept from all directions couldn't touch Ye Fan at all. It had long been shattered by Jian Gang and turned into nothingness.

At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to be a dragon slayer.

Majestic and unstoppable.

Sword down three thousand angry dragons!

...

In just a few breaths, the blood sword that had just covered the sky quickly dissipated and turned into nothingness.

"not good!"

Yun Feiyang's face changed drastically, but he couldn't think about it at all, because Ye Fan had already killed him.

"Ping Xu Yufeng!"

Yun Feiyang's figure quickly faded, as if it turned into a gust of breeze, drifting between heaven and earth.

"Pingxu Yufeng", this is another heavenly supernatural power, inherited from ancient times, and is better than Ye Fan's "Transformation of Shadows".

"She!"

But the next moment, a harsh tearing sound still resounded through the audience.

A few seconds later, Yun Feiyang's figure appeared 100 meters away, no longer the pride of the past, and looked very embarrassed.

His clothes were torn apart, and a blood stain appeared on his chest. Although it was not deep, it was not a serious injury, but if his speed was slowed for a moment, it would not be as simple as a minor injury!

Ye Fan's sword is very likely to penetrate his chest, even if he does not die, this physical body is also useless.

Thinking of this, Yun Feiyang's eyes flickered, his vest was soaked with cold sweat.

"call……"

Yun Feiyang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked at Ye Fan and said, "Ye Fan, I underestimated you! Next, I will not be merciful anymore, I will use the top of the Supreme Sect Supernatural powers-"The Power of Thunder"!"

"The wind is coming!"

Yun Feiyang violently raised his right fist, and a group of blue cyclones appeared in an instant. Although it was not large, it contained the power that was compressed to the extreme. Once it broke out, it seemed to be able to sweep the world and turn the world into a windy world. .

Obviously, this cyan cyclone is not an ordinary wind, but a kind of rare gang wind, with incredible power.

He slammed a punch, and the cyan cyclone circled out, the trajectory of which was elusive and difficult to prevent.

"what?"

Seeing this magic trick, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and he felt familiar.

correct!

Ye Fan remembered it!

When I practiced "Tai Shang Yin", I have seen thousands of different supernatural powers, and this seems to be one of them.

After all, "Tai Shang Yin" is a combination of Yunhai Xianzun's most essential supernatural powers, melted in a furnace, and there is a record of this magical power, which is reasonable.

Ye Fan showed a mysterious smile, swinging the Wuxiang sword at will, splitting a sword aura, and blasting towards a location 100 meters away to the southeast.

This sword looks like a wild horse, with antelope hanging horns, far away from the position of the blue cyclone.

But the next moment, the cyan cyclone swept a thousand meters away, and arrived at the position of the sword energy that Ye Fan swayed impartially.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was as if the blue cyclone slammed into that sword qi on its own.

"boom!"

When the two met, there was a loud noise, the sword aura was swallowed by the cyan cyclone, and the cyan cyclone was also split by the sword aura, offsetting each other and turning into invisible.

"what happened?"

Yun Feiyang's face changed drastically, with a **** expression.

This gang wind is the magical power in the "Tai Shang Feng Lei Jue". Its trajectory follows the eighty-eight sixty-four hexagrams. When it is used, it is like an invisible wind in the eyes of the enemy, with no trace at all. Hit the enemy unconsciously.

Yun Feiyang never expected that Ye Fan could predict the location of Gangfeng.

This is incredible!

Suddenly, Yun Feiyang shook his fist again as if he did not believe in evil.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Countless cyan cyclones surged out.

Ye Fan repeated the old tricks, constantly swinging his sword to cleave sword energy.

The fierce sword aura was flying all over the sky, smashing the cyan cyclone, the degree of precision was like rehearsing thousands of times without any omissions.

Perceiving this, Yun Feiyang's heart set off a huge wave, and he was astonished beyond words.

He had lived so long, and it was the first time he encountered such a strange opponent.

Yun Feiyang has seen a lot of powerhouses more powerful than Ye Fan, but in front of Ye Fan, he seems to have no secrets, and all his thoughts have been seen through.

This situation made Yun Feiyang feel uncomfortable, as if he was **** with his hands and feet, and his strength was completely unfolded, and he was extremely aggrieved.

He stared at Ye Fan fiercely, his eyes were red, and he roared loudly: "Boy, what is going on? How can you predict my attack? Have you also practiced the "Tai Feng Lei Jue"?"