Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

In the sky, the two old men pointed at the white-haired man and warned Zou Baiyue.

Jian Wushuang is the real name of the white-haired man, and he is Jian Wuya's elder brother and elder brother.

His body is as majestic as a mountain, his eyes are bloodthirsty, and his expression is sinister: "The so-called leader of Tianjiao can only become the soul of the dead under my sword. Use all your combat power, don't let me down!"

Arrogant, wanton arrogant!

This is the most arrogant person Ye Fan has ever met, which made him slightly stunned.

Om!

Quickly regaining consciousness, Ye Fan and the battle armor merged, like a volcano erupting, anger and murderous intent condensed into a strong wind, and the mighty power raged across the world.

As the cultivation becomes stronger, the more secrets you understand.

Ye Fan is even more disdainful of the so-called immortals.

Threatening him in front of his face, he naturally moved his reverse scales.

Martial arts should have the belief of invincibility, and never allow anyone to threaten.

The golden crow flapped its wings, wanting to burn the galaxy.

Ye Fan, who transformed into the Golden Crow, skyrocketed to the ninth heaven.

Without any warning, he went straight to a fierce battle with Jian Wushuang.

It's just the beginning, the void is full of blood, and the battle is unparalleled.

Jian Wushuang, with white hair and shawl, was almost crushed by Ye Fan.

As those two old men said, Jian Wushuang is definitely an unscrupulous lunatic.

He didn't care about his injury at all, and he didn't even hum when he was injured.

Ye Fan also faced the bombardment of the violent storm, was seriously injured, and coughed up blood.

Rumble!

The battle was fierce, and it lasted only a split second. The two physically collided for thousands of rounds, constantly changing positions.

The flowing clouds collapsed, the mountains were annihilated, and the two figures in the void collided and intertwined like thunder and fire.

Ye Fan was startled, this person is very strong, he has an invincible posture in Xuxian, far beyond his prediction.

"Ye Fan is amazing!" The two old men were also full of emotion: "To be able to compete with Crazy Sword to such a level, he is an invincible powerhouse, and he only tasted one defeat!"

Zou Baiyue's face was shocked when he heard this, she didn't expect Ye Fan to be so strong.

Ye Fan was angry, and the battle began to open and close, but he was very sober.

He understood that the white-haired man who was duel with him now must have encountered a master comparable to a real immortal, and this battle was destined to be difficult.

Ye Fan fluttered his hair and screamed to the sky, like a madman.

Donating blood all over his body, his potential burst out at this moment, and his strength increased several times.

He activated the Dou Zi Mi, showing the unparalleled fighting secret.

Because his body was injured, when the secret method of fighting was activated, the pain that tore apart his soul made him unable to help howling.

Chapter 1787 Infinite Sword Body, Immortal!

Boom!

Above the nine heavens, a Golden Crow surrounded by golden flames swooped down, bringing with it countless true fires of the sun, squeezing the entire heaven and earth.

At the same time, a colorful lotus flower bloomed below, wrapped in colorful mist like a surging ocean.

The world was completely divided into two worlds, which was extremely terrifying.

"Break it for me."

Ye Fan roared, the sound moved the mountains and rivers, and the mountains of Shushan were shaking.

Ye Fan went crazy because of being threatened, and used extreme power without reservation.

For a while, the Golden Crow comes into contact with the colorful lotus, and the ultimate true meaning evolves.

A bang rose into the sky, suppressing Jian Wushuang.

The two sides played against each other, and the duel had already passed thousands of rounds, which lasted for a long time.

However, facing this blow, Jian Wushuang collapsed directly.

With a bang, Jian Wushuang was thrown flying, covered in blood and broken.

Ye Fan's throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out blood.

The blood spilled into the sky made him look like a demon god.

I saw him stepping away, swooping down, holding Jian Wushuang in his hand from the ground.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded, and Jian Wushuang flew away with one slap.

Bang!