Ungodly Evil Spirit

Chapter 1652: Swift Sword

The two ghost messengers suddenly raised their heads, only to see a white light appeared in the sky above.

The white light was extremely fast, and it was rapidly falling toward the top of the ghost envoy.

"Destroy me!"

The blue flame in the eyes of the Nether Envoy was burning violently, and it was possible to see that the white light was a long sword, and it was the sky sword used by Ye Fan.

"brush!"

A group of blue flames greeted the sky sword, making a loud noise in the air, and the fierce sword power dispersed and infested the whole world.

"Taking Enlightenment Pill, saving for so long, is it so powerful? It seems that your kid can't be called a genius!"

After the Heavenly Sword was wiped out, the heart that the Nether Envoy was holding tightly finally let go.

He thought it was a powerful attack.

"Really? You haven't tasted the power yet!"

Ye Fan's sneered voice appeared again, but at this moment, it was not on the top of his head, nor on the front and behind, but from all directions.

"What do you mean..."

Before the Nether Messenger had finished speaking, his body suddenly stopped, and trembling involuntarily.

"Swipe..."

Countless white lights broke through the darkness and shot out from his body. For a while, the scene was gorgeous.

The originally gloomy body of the Nether Envoy became a light source, radiant.

When the light dissipated, Ye Fan's figure finally appeared, but stood on the top of the head of the Nether Envoy thousands of meters high, and in the center of the top of his head, the sky sword was inserted.

"This... terrible!"

Xingxue and the others came back to their senses and were all startled by the scene in front of them.

I saw the Nether Envoy comparable to the body of a giant mountain, now a hornet's nest, densely packed with sword holes.

This was what Ye Fan stabbed in just an instant, and there were more than thousands of extremely fast sword moves.

Even if the Nether Envoy could recover his body, he could not recover so many injuries for a while.

"you...."

The blue flame in the eyes of the nether messenger has turned into a ball of flame, releasing the last brilliance.

"Die!"

Ye Fan said faintly, and slowly pulled out the long sword above his head.

"boom!"

The Heavenly Sword was separated from the skull, and the Nether Envoy's hornet's nest-like body seemed to have lost its fulcrum. Even if it collapsed, the blue flame in his eyes gradually extinguished.

"Ye Fan, you break my big plan, one day I will break your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

After the Nether Messenger's true body disintegrated, but a bunch of light remained, and shot out of the valley at the fastest speed.

"Do you think you can escape? Demon God!"

Ye Fan said coldly, his palm had already prepared a dark vortex, like a black flame hell, swallowing the light.

This group of light is the source of power for the nether messenger, as long as the light is not extinguished, the nether messenger can always be reborn.

For Ye Fan, this thing is also a great tonic.

"brush...."

At this moment, Yaoshenzhu finally had an effect, and forcibly pulled the light into Ye Fan's body.

"Do not...."

At the last moment, the nether messenger can only scream weakly to welcome death.

After swallowing the light ball, Ye Fan's body suddenly paused, and a pure demon power had crazily rushed into the demon sacred ridge behind it, driving the rapid spread of golden light.

With this situation, it is extremely simple for the Monster Race Sacred Ridge to enter the peak again.

"Huh..." Ye Fan took a deep breath to feel the pleasure of this power surge.

The Nether Envoy's digestion lasted for several minutes, and it also made the Demon Race's Sacred Ridge directly come to the mid-term. In terms of power, Ye Fan should now have the strength of the righteous state quadruple mid-term.

Ascension is as fast as he is, I am afraid that there is no second one in the world.

"Sister Lingxin, I... I went astray, please... please give me another chance!"

The Nether Envoy was wiped out by Ye Fan with thousands of swords that he wielded instantly, Lan Bing suddenly became isolated and helpless, becoming nervous.

Looking at these familiar disciples, Lan Bing could only ask for forgiveness.

"Because of your betrayal alone, we almost ruined everything. You don't deserve to have another chance!"

With blood on the corner of Liu Qingsong's mouth, he scolded.

"Yes, it's easy to change, and your nature is hard to change. Your character will eventually miss major events. No matter how many opportunities you have, it's useless!"

Other disciples echoed the Tao.

Their thoughts are very clear, and they all have killing intent in their eyes.

"Sister Lingxin, I know they all listen to you. Our sisterhood for so many years, I swear, I will always be with you in the future, no longer thinking about it!"

Lan Bing looked at Lingxin with a pitiful look, looking forward to the other's sympathy.

Lingxin glanced at her indifferently, then gradually turned around and walked towards Ye Fan.

Lan Bing's pretty face was overjoyed, and when Lingxin did this, she probably wanted to let her go.

But Lingxin took a few steps, and suddenly a cold word appeared in his mouth.

"kill!"

"what!"

Lan Bing had a sudden stop after hearing it, it was like falling from heaven to hell.

The remaining kings of the Palace of Heaven and Earth killed Lan Bing.

"No... I don't want to die, you are the end of some violent crossbows, don't want to keep me!"

Facing death, Lan Bing was a little incoherent, but his thinking was very clear.

At this moment, Li Nianyi and Lingxin were both seriously injured, and the other three Qiankun disciples who possessed the power of the king had also suffered more or less injuries.

If Lan Bing could seize the opportunity, he would indeed hope to escape.

"do not forget me!"

An indifferent voice came from a distance, and at the same time, a cloud of gray mist shot towards Lan Bing's eyebrows.

The fog evolved into a sharp blade in the middle, demonstrating its power.

"Good... what a powerful soul power!"

Many people present have already entered the Soul-Correcting Realm, and naturally know what this force is.

"brush!"

Lan Bing's resistance was simply a piece of thin paper in front of Soul Destruction, and the soul villain in the depths of the sea was penetrated and gradually dissipated.

And Lan Bing's gaze gradually became hollow, and he fell on his back to the ground.

"I wasted an Aurora Soulgrass. Let's take it as compensation!"

Ye Fan's body quickly appeared next to Lan Bing, and the palms with Demon God's Bits covered Lan Bing's body.

After swallowing Lan Bing's power, Ye Fan's monster sacred spine grew again, but it was not as obvious as before.

A king's power was exchanged for an Aurora Soulweed, no matter how Ye Fan was counted, this deal was a loss.

"Sorry, this time the main responsibility lies with me, I am the one who harmed everyone!"

Lingxin turned back to Ye Fan's side again, looked at the mess around, said guilty.

The hundred disciples originally brought out were only half dead at this moment. Fortunately, the Qiankun disciple was the key protection object, and no one died, but most of them were already seriously injured.

"The world is complicated and people's hearts are unpredictable. You can't be blamed for this!"

Ye Fan shook his head as a relief.

Such a tragic result, no one is sad, but against the powerful Nether clan, this is the norm.