Chapter 2525 Sword Tomb

"Your Excellency the Sword God hides countless swords, which is enviable, but this 'Smoke Flying Silk' is also made of mysterious materials, and it is a sacred object that is conveniently handy. Can it be returned to Your Excellency's eyes?"

Yanbo in the foggy night pulled Fei Ling, and hundreds of flying swords were all entangled in it, making it difficult to break free!

He went to the position where Ye Fan was, and directly lashed through the air, and Feiling turned into a strong and tough long whip, and the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder!

"Boom!"

Ye Fan dodged to dodge, and the position where he was standing, the white jade stone platform was directly blown into countless white stone powders!

Fei Ling was like a living thing, and continued to follow and beat Ye Fan!

Ye Fan wanted to find the location of Yanbo in the foggy night, but this guy kept moving, and his figure hid behind the long flying silk, making it difficult to catch!

No, if you keep dodging like this, you will fall into absolute passivity!

Ye Fan knew that he needed to break through the Yanbo Feiling's attack from the front, so he simply turned around and called out a few flying swords in his hand.

Ultimate Sword Intent!

The disintegrated sword intent of the first level, after being compressed, the coercion of the sword intent is comparable to the chaotic power of the ninth level of chaos!

"Sen Luo Sword Dance!"

Ye Fan turned around, began to change swords frequently, and slashed at Fei Ling all the way!

The ancient swordsmanship is as powerful as a broken bamboo, chopping, chopping, picking, stabbing, wiping, all the way!

Although Yanbo Feiling can continue to repair and grow, Ye Fan's attack speed is faster, so Feiling naturally has no time to repair.

In a few seconds, Ye Fan had torn a large piece of flying silk, and freed hundreds of flying swords!

Seeing the manipulator behind Fei Ling, the swiftly moving blue shadow, Ye Fan continued to press in!

Wuye Yanbo also discovered that long-distance attacks were ineffective.

He simply retracted the flying silk, and firmly controlled the flying silk within three meters. The flying silk turned into metal, full of flexibility, and strong wind!

"Your Excellency the Sword God! It is not a wise choice to fight my Qingqiu clan in close quarters!"

Wuye Yanbo sneered, and manipulated Fei Ling with both hands, as if they had become his arms, and started to attack Ye Fan flexibly!

Fei Ling is as fast as a flying shadow, sharp as a blade, and the key point is the shadow dance in the foggy night mist, after all, it is faster and can always seize the opportunity!

No matter how fast Ye Fan's Sen Luo Sword Dance changes swords and attacks, no matter how impeccable the ancient sword technique is, but if the speed is too slow, he will always be passively beaten!

"Stab!"

"呵呵——"

Ye Fan's body was instantly cut open with bloody wounds by Feiling!

Close combat means that Ye Fan can be attacked by Ye Fan in a shorter time!

"Haha..." Wu Ye Yanbo felt that he had already secured his victory, and laughed lightly, "What about the emperor-level sword intent... Your sword intent can't touch me, no matter how strong the sword intent is, it's meaningless!

His Majesty the Xuanlong Emperor really thinks highly of you, your strength is nothing to worry about! ! "

While guarding his vital points, Ye Fan observed the number of attacks of Fog Ye Yanbo.

When the wound on his body was about to reach an unbearable critical point, Ye Fan's eyes showed a sharp edge!

The power of the blood in the body is boiling again, the blood energy of the mad dragon!

Ye Fan's hair was dyed golden red!

The wind in the air made Ye Fan's body lighter, and a sword intent enveloped Ye Fan's body, merging with the wind...

In an instant, the body, sword intent, and wind formed a perfect fit!

The streaks of golden wind seemed to make Ye Fan reborn, and his actions became even more effortless!

Ye Fan's body was greatly improved in speed in an instant!

"Sword walks the dragon!"

Ye Fan's sudden acceleration allowed him to keep up with the attack frequency of Fog Ye Yanbo!

Even if Fog Ye Yanbo can rely on Shadow Dance to advance one step, but after Ye Fan's speed increases, he can still make up for it by being half a beat slower!

On the contrary, it was Yanbo in the foggy night. Even though he knew that Ye Fan was attacking, his speed was a little tight, and he needed to spend more time dodging!

"So what about the Qingqiu clan... The bloodline of the five-clawed golden dragon in my body is already the limit that your clan can reach!"

In Shenlong Nine Changes, the dragon wings that use wind to accelerate, combined with sword intent and sword control skills, Ye Fan came up with this move "Sword Walking Dragon" movement technique!

He used his body as a sword to control, and combined wind and sword intent, the environment around his body could accelerate him.

Although this trick requires a very subtle fit to be used, but Ye Fan's two hundred years of research is no joke!

Ye Fan's two-handed sword moves were like a tide, directly smashing the misty night mist from one palace to three palaces!

All the attendants in the palace fled without a trace, and the palace was forcibly razed to the ground by these two forces of coercion!

No matter how Ye Fan attacked, Ye Fan seemed to be able to count them all!

Gradually, dense wounds appeared on Wuye Yanbo's body, although they were not fatal, but if this continues, sooner or later the winner will be determined!

"You were memorizing my move just now?!" Wuye Yanbo woke up suddenly.

Ye Fan had a cold face and didn't make a sound.

He was really testing and remembering tricks just now, and there was a Wu Yezhu in his house.

He wanted to know more about how the masters of the Qingqiu clan used shadow dance, so he could go back and talk to Wu Yeju later.

Secondly, Ye Fan wanted to find out how to attack this guy, so that he could do it in one go, so that he couldn't stand up again.

A group of chaotic warriors who were originally watching the battle, now seeing that the outcome was uncertain, all ran away without a trace!

They couldn't help if they stayed, so they simply went to report the situation here, so as not to die in vain.

Seeing that the situation was not good in the foggy night, Yanbo's eyes flashed with a purple-red evil light, and a spiritual force full of evil charm and temptation frantically stimulated Ye Fan!

Ye Fan has long been prepared, Qingqiu's three talents, shadow dance, foxy, and illusion, this guy will definitely use the spirit of foxy to attack!

"Dragon Eyes!"

In turn, Ye Fan used a more fierce dragon soul mental attack!

The golden eyes and the purple eyes collided with each other, making Wuye Yanbo tremble all over, and coughed up a mouthful of blood!

"I told you earlier! On blood! You are not as good as me!"

Since Qinglong is a realm beyond the limits of any other bloodlines of the clan, as long as the five-clawed golden dragon is used to the extreme, it should not be afraid of any other bloodlines.

Ye Fan doesn't expect to reach the bloodline of the Azure Dragon, but he has spent two hundred years of hard work on the study of the bloodline of the five-clawed golden dragon!

Wuye Yanbo felt unbelievable, how could this guy even have such a terrifying spiritual cultivation? !

He pulled Fei Ling with both arms, and retreated quickly, intending to run straight away, not daring to fight anymore!

Ye Fan never gave him a chance, but he knew that if he couldn't beat him, he would run away.

Ye Fan summoned tens of thousands of flying swords in an instant, directly and closely arranged, surrounded in all directions, forming a huge encirclement circle!

From a distance, it seems that flying swords have formed a besieged city!

"Sword God! You want to trap me with these swords! You are thinking too much!"

The misty night figure turned into a cyan phantom, and the distance from Ye Fan got farther and farther!

Ye Fan sneered, "Who said...only these swords..."

Wuye Yanbo frowned, as if he felt something was wrong, when he looked up, his eyes showed shock!

I saw, at some point, countless thousands of flying swords condensed in the sky!

Ten thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand? Still two hundred thousand! ?

Misty Night Misty Wave couldn't estimate it at all, because there were so many of them, they almost filled up the sky above the palace!

Ye Fan's gaze was like lightning, and he swung his sword down!

"Emperor Dragon Sword Tomb!!"

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of solid flying swords condensed with sword intent poured down the sky, as if the Milky Way was hanging upside down, and the stars fell from the sky!

Ye Fan studied for two hundred years and reached Duotian by relying on the sword spirit, and finally he was able to do it, the sword intent is solid!

The goodness is like water, turned into hundreds of thousands of solid flying swords, falling down in an instant, piled up into a tomb of swords, completely destroying the opponents in the tomb of swords!

Outside is a besieged city composed of Emperor Dragon Sword Prison!

Inside, the sea of ​​swords, the purgatory of swords!

No matter how much you can run, there is a limit!

When Ye Fan and Wu Yeju were training, they had noticed that Qingqiu's shadow dance was fast, but it was not teleportation, space teleportation after all.

Shadow Dance is most afraid of AoE damage!

Ye Fan is going to use this trick of the Emperor Dragon Sword Tomb to trap the mist and mist in the night as much as possible, and then use a super wide range of sword intent to kill him!

Countless solid flying swords are actually solid at the moment they fall, and they will turn into liquid or even gaseous state as soon as they fall.

After all, Ye Fan cannot maintain hundreds of thousands of solid-state flying swords for a long time.

What he pursues with this sword move is that when the flying sword falls, it will condense into a solid state for a short time, causing the greatest impact. This is enough!