Under everyone's attention, the four evil swords finally struck the wooden sword.

In the eyes of the Eighth Prince, this sword can easily cut off the wooden sword and cut off Ye Fan's head at the same time.

But the next moment, something incredible happened.

"boom!"

On the wooden sword, an indescribable power suddenly burst out. It seemed that it should not belong to this world, but came from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Realm.

"Crack!"

A clear cracking sound sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silence.

The Four Evil Swords, which contain the souls of the Four Evils and are among the top-grade heavenly ones, were actually split into two pieces by a seemingly fragile wooden sword. The cuts were so neat that they were as simple as cutting through tofu.

The divine sword was alive, and it let out a painful cry, and the vicious aura on the surface instantly dissipated, leaving only one-tenth of what it was at its peak.

…

This sudden change exceeded everyone's expectations.

However, the Eighth Prince was a strong man who had experienced hundreds of battles, and he retreated tens of meters in an instant, widening the distance.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The Eighth Prince was breathing heavily, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although the confrontation was only a moment, he seemed to have experienced a life and death battle.

In his hand, there was only a dull, broken sword.

He spent countless efforts to conquer the Four Evil Swords. Now that the Divine Sword has been destroyed, his heart is bleeding.

However, besides anger, he was filled with more horror and fear.

"Boy, what kind of magic weapon are you, how can you cut through the Four Evil Swords so easily?!" The eighth prince looked at the wooden sword in Ye Fan's hand with disbelief.

Ye Fan flicked the sword blade, glanced at him, and said lightly: "You are not worthy of knowing the name of this sword!"

Hearing this, the Eighth Prince's face turned the color of pig liver, and he was trembling with anger.

If it were before, he would definitely kill this madman without hesitation and kill him with his sword.

But now, the divine sword has been broken and the fighting spirit has been destroyed.

Even though he was unwilling to do so, he had to admit that Ye Fan was already invincible with this peerless sword in his hand.

Even if he used other magic weapons and spiritual weapons, he would not be able to cause greater damage.

"Hmph... brat, how can you rely on the power of weapons to put down your sword and have a fair fight with me!" the eighth prince shouted.

"Shameless!" Ruan Hongli spat.

When the Eighth Prince sacrificed the Four Evil Swords just now, there was no talk of fairness. Now that the Four Evil Swords were destroyed and he was frightened by the terror of the Wuxiang Sword, he said this. He was really shameless and extremely shameless.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, Ye Fan actually put down his sword, without any change of expression on his face, and said calmly: "Okay! In case you lose, you still have to make excuses! Next, I will fight you with my bare hands!"

"Haha...this is what you said!"

The Eighth Prince looked ecstatic, as if he had gotten a huge advantage.

"kill!"

The Eighth Prince let out a long roar, like the roar of a real dragon, and with blood billowing from his body, he rushed towards Ye Fan.

Little did he know that Ye Fan's real strength was not swordsmanship, but hand-to-hand combat.

The hegemonic body of the sky suppresses eternity and defeats all laws in one body!

If one can cultivate to the state of great achievement, looking at the nine heavens and ten earths, even those ancient beasts will not be able to win in physical combat.
Chapter completed!