High in the sky.

The divine clone of the Supreme Elder completely burst out with real power, just like a god coming from the wilderness.

High above and suppress all worlds!

The purple air soared into the sky, and its power swept across the nine heavens!

The space around is constantly shaking, and all living beings in the world seem to surrender to this terrible pressure.

Countless monks fell to the ground and worshiped them, trembling in their souls.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the strong man of the level of the ancestor of the Hunter and the Qing Jiao King had an illusion that when facing the Supreme Elder, he was like a tiny ants facing the Nine Heavens True Dragon, extremely small.

"Illusion! They are all illusions!"

The two masters wanted to abandon the panic in their hearts, but their bodies still trembled uncontrollably.

You know, both of them have already shocked the ruins and stood at the top of the pyramid. As long as they talk about the names "Old Ancestor of the People" and "Qing Jiao King" are enough to make the enemy frightened.

But now, in front of this supreme elder of the Zhenwu Dao Sect, they are no different from ordinary monks.

More importantly, this is just a divine clone of the Supreme Elder!

Then how terrible the power of his deity should be?

The higher the cultivation level, the gap between each small realm is like a world of difference and cannot be overcome.

This Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Although his reputation is not obvious, his strength has reached an extremely exaggerated level.

His original strength is comparable to the Qingjiao Ancestor who has been buried at the bottom of the evil sea for thousands of years. Even if it is compared with Xia Huang Qin Yuan and Qingming True Immortal, it is probably not far from that.

For a moment, the ancestor Huanren and others felt great pressure.

Especially the Qingjiao King and Hu Xiangxiang, under such pressure, they must demonstrate the true nature of the demon clan in order to protect themselves.

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward, showed a faint smile, and said to the people:

"You guys back and let me do it!"

...

Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, it seemed particularly abrupt in the silence, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

"What? I heard it right?"

"This kid is crazy?"

"A boy who has not grown enough hair is going to challenge the Supreme Elder who has lived for thousands of years? Is this boy trying to die in a fancy way?"

"Believe it or not, the Supreme Elder can only blow him away with a breath!"

The public opinion in the venue was one-sided and almost didn't like Ye Fan.

Ye Fan did not take action from the beginning to the end of the battle just now.

The Qingjiao King defeated Meng Shaoling, while the ancestor Huanren defeated Wei Changkong.

In everyone's opinion, Ye Fan should have a very powerful force behind him, so he can make two top masters serve as servants.

But Ye Fan's own strength is probably not too strong, after all, he is too young!

A mere boy who wants to defeat the legendary Supreme Elder is simply a big deal!

"Young Master!"

Hu Xiangxiang called out softly, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

"Don't worry! If this Supreme Elder is here, I might be a little more afraid, but a mere divine clone will not hurt me!" Ye Fan said confidently.

"Miss Xiangxiang, you have to believe in the master's strength!" King Qingjiao also persuaded.

Previously, Ye Fan looked like a god in the sea of ​​evil, and severely suppressed the Qingjiao Ancestor, leaving a deep impression on the Qingjiao King.

"All right……"

Hu Xiangxiang nodded and retreated to the rear with the ancestor of the Chinese people and the Qingjiao King, leaving the battlefield to Ye Fan.

...

In the sky, the Supreme Elder looked down at Ye Fan with a condescending look, and he snarled with thousands of thunder in his eyes:

"Boy, it's too ridiculous for you to fight me alone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Supreme Elder held the Zhenwu Sword and slashed downwards.

The sharp sword intent swept the world, sweeping across the world, and instantly enveloped the entire Baidi City.

The Zhenwu magic sword expanded instantly, reaching hundreds of feet in size. The sword energy roared and the sword intent soared into the sky, as if it could tear the sky apart.

The Zhenwu Sword is not only the most important treasure of the Zhenwu Taoist Sect, but also a series of supporting sword techniques, which are exquisite and extraordinary. Looking at the entire wasteland, it is the best sword technique, and it is the dream of countless sword cultivators.

The ninth style - Feixian, is the ultimate mystery of this set of swordsmanship.

A sword is slashed out and the immortals fly out of the sky!

"Thorn!"

Suddenly, a faint blue sword light fell from above the sky, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow, and a sharp attack on the sword. It had a sword energy that was even cold in the bone marrow. The sharpness of the sword was so terrible that it could not resist!

No one can describe the splendor and glory of this sword, nor can one can describe the speed of this sword. It is no longer just a sword, but the wrath of Thunder God and a blow to destroy the world!

Through time and space, over millions of years, we have cut through the void since eternal times.

"Swish!"

A sound of cracking silk suddenly sounded, and it clearly poured into the souls of all monks.

If this world is compared to a piece of white paper, then now, the white paper seems to be completely torn apart by something sharp.

Before, Wei Changkong sacrificed thirty-three top-grade spiritual swords in the sky, and blessed thirty-three fields, and the limelight was in full swing.

But compared with this sword, it is a slim witch.

This is not a sword technique belonging to the mortal world, but a sword technique belonging to an immortal, subverting the three thousand realms and sweeping the nine heavens,

Only a true immortal can understand such swordsmanship!

Not to mention the physical body, even the Great Demon King would not be able to resist and would be instantly annihilated.

For a moment, all the strong men in the entire Baidi City were alarmed and looked at the Feixian sword, extremely shocked.

"Scary! So terrible! Who is the sacred person who actually used such a world-destroying attack in the city?"

"Is it a peak powerful man who came out of nowhere?"

"Even if I practice this divine power for another five hundred years, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up!" A master sighed.

...

In the middle of the battlefield, under the attention of everyone.

Ye Fan raised his head slightly, his eyes shining brightly, and there was no fear on his face. Instead, he was eager to try. His entire aura was like a magic sword unstoppable.

"Good come!"

Before this, Ye Fan also met many swordsman masters.

Some people's swordsmanship is unparalleled, shocking the world, and the power of a sword is arrogant.

Some people's sword skills are flawless and purrless, extremely brilliant, sharp and sharp, killing gods and destroying Buddhas.

There are also people's sword skills, which are natural and have no trace to be found, as if they were born in the great way.

But now, the move of the Supreme Elder flying immortal from the sky has brought Ye Fan an unprecedented experience.

Ethereal, agile!

At first glance, there seems to be no mysterious change, and there is not even a second move, but it contains the ultimate power. No change is sometimes the best change.

This sword is formed before the move is taken, and the spirit remains after the move has been taken, so that the hardness becomes the softest, and the unchange becomes the change.

Ninety-nine percent of the monks in the world will be killed, let alone taking this sword, not to mention not even having a chance to make a move.

But Ye Fan is different.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward, and when his feet landed on the ground, his aura changed drastically.

Last second, he was just a young man with a bad appearance and would not even look at him when he was thrown into the crowd.

But with this step, he was like an emperor who came out of ancient mythology, ruled the world and suppressed all directions. His surging aura spread out, and his power was no less than that of the Supreme Elder.

“Huh?”

The Supreme Elder raised his eyebrows and looked surprised. He obviously did not expect Ye Fan to have such a killer weapon hidden.

At this moment, the light burst out from Ye Fan's body was dazzling, like a hot star, enough to make all the geniuses of the young generation of Huangxu be overshadowed, and Meng Shaoling was even more unsatisfied.

But the next moment, the Supreme Elder shook his head again and snorted coldly: "Hmph! Even if you are talented, so what? The flying immortal move I used, not many people in the world can take over! Boy, die!"

"Swoosh swish swish!"

In an instant, the sword technique that was flying from the sky, which had traveled thousands of meters away and came to Ye Fan.
To be continued...