Ye Fan sneered and said: "I just realized it now, don't you think it's a little late?"
"Arrogant kid, I don't believe that you have really reached the realm of a heavenly master." Deep in his heart, You Yiming really didn't want to believe that Ye Fan was a heavenly master, so at this moment, he suppressed this thought forcibly, holding in his hand
As soon as the soft sword appeared, without any hesitation, it brought up the sword shadow in the sky and struck Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked at the soft sword that You Yiming struck at him, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
Although the style of You Yiming's soft sword is extremely strange, but combined with this old guy's unique swordsmanship, its power is really unmatched.
Ye Fan has seen many sword masters in his life.
But those so-called sword masters, if compared with current You Yiming, can be said to be inexperienced.
As soon as You Yiming's soft sword came out, it immediately transformed into scenes of sword rain, almost becoming reality.
Ye Fan secretly praised in his heart that if he were still a high-ranking heavenly scholar now, and met a heavenly master like You Yiming, he would really have no choice but to escape.
Celestial Masters are not even a bit stronger than those so-called half-step Celestial Masters. The two are not on the same level at all.
This gap is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Ye Fan was sure that if he wasn't also a heavenly master, he really wouldn't be able to compete with You Yiming. Even if he forcibly activated the three kinds of heavenly powers in his body, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning...
However, now Ye Fan, not only using three kinds of heavenly power, but also using one kind of heavenly power, can defeat You Yiming completely.
Although they are both Heavenly Masters, You Yiming, a Heavenly Master, is really not in Ye Fan's eyes.
There was a flash of black light, and You Yiming's soft sword was caught between Ye Fan's fingers.
At this moment, between Ye Fan's two fingers, a highly corrosive black mist was cast.
This black mist is extremely toxic and can corrode even iron and stone.
When the two fingers came into contact with the soft sword, there were waves of unpleasant corrosive sounds.
The soft sword that had transformed into a rain of swords, at this moment, actually had no power at all, and even made a squealing sound.
Seeing this strange scene, You Yiming was extremely horrified. Once his sword rain came out, any opponent could only dodge. No one could break his sword rain head-on, let alone clamp his soft body.
The sword is gone.
But now, the facts are before his eyes. Although he doesn't know how Ye Fan did this, he knows that he cannot let this situation get worse.
He gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt fierce in his heart. All the natural power in his body was poured into the soft sword. He shook with all his strength, flicked away Ye Fan's fingers, and stepped back with all his strength.
He didn't stop until he was tens of feet away from Ye Fan and saw that Ye Fan was not pursuing him.
Holding You Yiming's soft sword between his two fingers, Ye Fan just tested the power of the poison in his body. It seems that he is quite satisfied now.
However, this move was indeed a bit reckless, so the final blow from You Yiming just now still caused a slight pain in his fingers.
However, the other party's You Yiming looked at the soft sword in his hand and was completely stunned.
Because he discovered something that was very shocking to him. There were actually corrosion gaps in many places on his soft sword.
My own soft sword was just afraid that if Ye Fan pinched it with both hands, how could there be so many corroded gaps?
At this moment, You Yiming was dumbfounded.
This soft sword was made from an extremely rare iron stone from the deep sea and was forged with great effort.
Even he himself didn't know what kind of material this soft sword was made from.
However, there is no doubt about the toughness of the soft sword.
This can be seen from the fact that he has gone through hundreds of battles, large and small, and the soft sword still has no damage.
Therefore, You Yiming has always cherished his soft sword very much.
But now, he didn't expect that after only one round of fighting with Ye Fan, his soft sword would be left with traces of corrosion by Ye Fan.
Although the extent of the damage was not serious, it really made You Yiming feel distressed.
Suddenly, You Yiming thought of a very terrible thing.
Just now, Ye Fan clamped his soft sword with just two fingers. Such a skill was difficult for even You Yiming to do.
Could it be that this boy is really a heavenly master?
If he hadn't been a heavenly master, no matter what, he wouldn't have been able to do such a thing...
However, although You Yiming was somewhat certain that Ye Fan was also a heavenly master, his hatred for the damage to his soft sword made him have great murderous intention towards Ye Fan.
At this moment, how could he care about whether Ye Fan was a heavenly master or not? He raised his head and looked at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with gloomy murderous intent.
If you dare to damage your own soft sword, you will have to pay with your life.
Ye Fan looked at You Yiming with an indifferent expression, but the rest of his eyes were focused on You Yiming's soft sword.
He was sure that the soft sword in You Yiming's hand was made of a very precious ore.
His poison technique combined with his natural power actually only corroded a small chip in this soft sword, and even the tip of the sword was not broken.
This was really beyond Ye Fan's expectation.
Ye Fan's heart moved, and he once again activated a kind of heavenly power. His physical strength suddenly more than doubled. He waved his palms, one green and one yellow. Two palm prints hit You Yi at lightning speed.
Ming.
You Yiming just saw a flash of yellow and cyan light flash in front of his eyes, and two palm prints were already directed toward his heart and head.
At this moment, You Yiming's face changed drastically, and he suddenly understood...
The power of heaven spreads out, and the condensed matter becomes solid.
Ye Fan is indeed a heavenly master. He has reached this level at this age.
This matter is beyond everyone's imagination.
You Yiming now has no time to learn how Ye Fan advanced to the realm of Heavenly Master. Facing two fatal palm marks, one green and one yellow, the soft sword in his hand has already quickly struck out a hundred swords...
Every time they struck, the green and yellow palm prints burst into bursts of fire.
In such a collision, You Yiming himself had no choice but to retreat continuously to release his strength.
However, the two palms struck by Ye Fan seemed to have spirituality. They were able to bypass You Yiming's soft sword inexplicably. They were divided into one front and one back. The front palm was aimed at You Yiming's heart, and the back palm was aimed at You Yiming's heart.
, but it was aimed at You Yiming's head.
When You Yiming was frightened and angry, he no longer dared to hold a soft sword and fight against Ye Fan's palm mark in close combat.
He knew that if he continued to fight like this, sooner or later he would be tortured to death by Mark.
You Yiming suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. He actually sprayed a mouthful of blood on the soft sword. Then he didn't care about Ye Fan's palm print towards him, but directly controlled the sword and struck Ye Fan Lingtian.
His style of play is actually a style of play that leads to complete destruction.
Ye Fan sneered in his heart and wanted to die at the same time as him. This old guy really thought highly of himself.
Ye Fan didn't see any movement. His body was like a rocket launcher, soaring into the sky without any warning. In an instant, he dodged the soft sword fired by You Yiming.
But his palm prints were actually printed on You Yiming's body.
You Yiming groaned miserably, sprayed out a cloud of blood mist, and threw it to the side.
But his soft sword struck the place where Ye Fan stood just now with a loud "boom" sound.
A small soft sword actually cut a deep ravine into the solid ground. This kind of power is not insignificant.
If it really fell on Ye Fan, even if he didn't die, he would still have to shed his skin.
It seems that You Yiming really used all his strength in order to use this sword.
However, in the end, You Yiming received two slaps on his front, abdomen and back.
If You Yiming hadn't forcibly moved his body at the critical moment, Ye Fan's two palms could have killed him.
"Old guy, do you think that by becoming a Heavenly Master, you can be proud of the world in this Great Xia Kingdom!" Ye Fan sneered again, and the palm prints suspended in the air became more and more solid with the support of his heavenly power.
Without saying a word, he once again took a shot towards You Yiming with a sound that broke through the air.
You Yiming saw that Ye Fan's condensed palm prints this time were more terrifying than the previous ones, and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
Only now did he truly understand.
It turns out that Ye Fan is not only a heavenly master, but his strength is far superior to that of his own heavenly master.
This is really shocking.
He You Yiming practiced hard all his life, and finally managed to advance to the realm of Heavenly Master, but in the end, he was completely suppressed by a junior.
It has even reached the point where he has no power to fight back at all.
This was something that You Yiming never dared to imagine.
Ye Fan slapped a palm, and You Yiming mobilized all the power in his body, forcibly recalled the soft sword, and faced the palm print above his head with all his strength.
Just listen to a loud "Boom...".
The soft sword in You Yiming's hand was directly knocked away, and his body was also knocked away by the huge aftermath of the battle.
After this fight, everything within a radius of tens of meters was in a mess, and countless centuries-old trees were destroyed.
Even some boulders have cracks.
About ten feet away, You Yiming's body was thrown into a pile of rubble. He tried to get up several times, but all ended in failure.
You Yiming, who was lying among the rubble, was in an extreme state of embarrassment at this moment. Not only were there few intact parts of his robe, but even his seven orifices were covered with blood.
As his limbs twitched, he spurted out a mouthful of blood from time to time.
However, this is already a great blessing among misfortunes. If he hadn't recalled the soft sword in time and used the power of the soft sword to block Ye Fan's palm print, You Yiming would have been a cold corpse now.
Ye Fan gently waved his hand and took the flying sword that You Yiming had scattered on the ground into his hand...
Then, he glanced at You Yiming calmly, and then slowly walked over, ready to finish off this old guy.