Three hundred and sixtieth chapters four forces move together
I saw the old man's whole body emitting a dazzling blue light, and then four groups of blue light wings emerged from his legs, and finally stretched out, and the whole person turned into a phantom and flew over in the air.
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What speed is this!
"Not good." Ye Fan's face changed drastically. With the appearance of these four cyan light wings, not only did the old man's strength increase exponentially, but his speed also increased rapidly.
The old man smiled coldly, and fired ten palms in a row, with phantoms in his palms, seven of which fell towards Ling'er. Ye Fan was angry and anxious, protecting Ling'er and dodged left and right, thinking about the eighteen generations of this old guy's ancestors.
A thorough greeting.
"I've had enough fun, let's get rid of you quickly." The old man screamed strangely, and rushed towards Ye Fan with an illusory shadow on his body.
"Humph, be careful and you'll burst your belly." Ye Fan smiled coldly, shook his feet slightly, placed Ling'er on a tree next to him, and then turned into a white phantom and rushed towards him. The sudden burst of astonishing speed was not at all...
Yayu now notices changes in his body.
But the old man suddenly smiled strangely at Ye Fan, flashed his body again, and waved his right hand suddenly.
"Peng!"
The bone-like palm slapped the Heavenly Sword, but Ye Fan was directly knocked back and fell to the ground like a meteorite, even making a big hole in the ground.
"Brother!" Seeing Ye Fan suddenly hit the ground, Ling'er's face changed drastically and she said wildly.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Ye Fan jumped out of the hole and touched a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, but he was suddenly shocked.
He thought that the emperor would be very strong, but he still didn't expect that this old man with a different body could still be so powerful.
"It's okay, hehe, boy, you have a tough mouth!" The old man looked at him with a sneer and said sarcastically.
At this moment, Ye Fan's body surface had already seeped out a little blood. The Tianli shield had no effect at all. The old man smashed it to pieces with a palm. If it hadn't been for a layer of defensive magic weapons, this blow might not have just penetrated.
The blood stains are so simple.
The old man moved.
Ye Fan only felt a blue lightning strike directly towards him, at least twice as fast as before.
At such a terrifying speed, Ye Fan had no time to use Seven Stars and Ten Flashes.
"It's really terrifying for a strong man in the Emperor's stage to achieve such speed by relying directly on his own strength!" Ye Fan stepped forward, and at the same time, the heavenly sword in his hand suddenly turned into a whirlwind, and countless white sword tips pointed directly forward.
Cyan lightning pierced through.
"Peng!" A terrible impact hit the tip of the Heavenly Sword.
Then Ye Fan clearly saw the cyan energy going directly along the Heavenly Sword and bombarding the defensive weapons on the surface of his body.
"boom!"
The cyan energy suddenly transformed into a heavy fist and hit his body. Ye Fan flew up and immediately fell to the ground. His whole body trembled, and a feeling of paralysis swept through his body. Ye Fan felt that this time the defensive method had been broken.
Bing, a strange energy passed directly through his muscles, almost making him collapse.
After hurriedly mobilizing all the natural power in his body, Ye Fan eliminated that strange power, and his muscles completely recovered. He stood up and looked at the old man in disbelief.
The King of Heaven was unable to resist at all when facing the Emperor.
"What's wrong, I can't believe it?" The old man glanced at him with a sneer, squinted his eyes and said, "If I hadn't suffered from an old illness last time, do you think that with your mere cultivation as a Heavenly King, you could defeat a strong man at the Emperor's stage?
It was so embarrassing."
"Now let you see how big the difference is between the strong King of Heaven and the strong Emperor!" The four cyan light wings trembled slightly on the legs, and the old man turned into a cyan phantom, in Ye Fan's field of vision , I just felt a sense of illusion and arrived in front of him.
Ye Fan saw the cold and playful eyes of the old man, and looked back at Ling'er, whose face was full of tears and looking at him anxiously. The thought in his mind suddenly changed, he must not die here.
But at this time, the old man's attack had arrived, and Ye Fan had no time to think too much. He held the Heavenly Sword and rushed forward. With a bang, a huge gap appeared between the Heavenly Power, but he felt a force moving through the Heavenly Sword. The force penetrated the human body, and he couldn't help but groan miserably. He fell two feet away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Ling'er saw it clearly, exclaimed, jumped down from the tree, and hugged Ye Fan, but saw that he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his face was pale, and when he touched him again, his body was as cold as ice, and he couldn't help but screamed: "Brother..." "I was so sad for a moment that two lines of tears fell down my cheeks.
As his eyes blurred with tears, a green shadow flashed, and the old man was hidden six feet away. Ling'er gritted his silver teeth, stood up, and compared his palms, he actually had the cultivation of the peak of the Heavenly Master, but the old man was not at all. He didn't take it seriously. He only feared Ye Fan. Seeing Ling'er so sad now, Ye Fan must have died of serious injuries.
He immediately smiled and said: "Little girl, your brother is dead, I will take care of you, don't be sad, hehe!" As he said that, he strode closer, Ling'er devoted himself to guarding Ye Fan, and suddenly pounced on him, slapping his wrist with his left palm and his right hand. Elbowed him in the heart.
The old man smiled and said, "That's a good move!" He waved away her elbow with his left palm, and gently reached out with his right hand, reaching for her wrist. At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong wind rising from below, hitting her lower abdomen. Horrified and frightened, he bowed and retreated quickly.
But although he retreated quickly, the palm came even faster, hitting the vital part of his lower abdomen. The old man groaned miserably, staggered eight steps back, his throat felt sweet, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. He looked up and saw that Seeing Ye Fan turn over and stand up, he laughed loudly and said: "Old man, what about this move?"
"You hit me with all my strength and you're okay?" The old man's eyes were dumbfounded and he looked horrified.
Linger was surprised and said: "Brother, are you okay? You...you vomited so much blood..."
Ye Fan stuck out his tongue, and there was a wound on it, which was still bleeding. Ling'er suddenly realized that he was dizzy and said angrily: "Brother, you... you are really good at lying!" Ye Fan shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm sorry! If I didn't deceive you first, how could I deceive that old fox?"
It turned out that Ye Fan felt the strength of the old man. He had no way to resist the enemy, so he had to outsmart him. He took a hard blow from him at the risk of serious injury. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out blood. Then he used the assimilation technique of Guibo Kung Fu, making him His whole body was cold, and when Ling'er touched him, he felt helpless and heartbroken, which made the old man become jealous and hurt this powerful enemy.
The old man understood the reason and was very upset. He roared angrily: "I'm going to kill you little bastard today even if I'm seriously injured!" As soon as he finished speaking, the red blood on the old man's face seemed to be boiling and kept bubbling and gurgling. .
He was holding strange hand gestures with both hands, and his white hair had slowly turned into blood, as if there were countless blood snakes floating around, with their fangs and claws showing, as if they were about to pounce at any moment.
Ling'er accidentally raised his head and glanced up, but the old man's eyes turned red, and two streaks of blood shot out from his eyes. Ling'er was startled, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
Feeling the sudden burst of momentum from the old man's secret technique, Ye Fan's face suddenly turned pale and he was filled with shock.
Just now, I tried my best to seriously injure this old guy and used clever tricks to seriously injure this old guy. However, I didn't expect that this would make this old immortal even more crazy. He actually used this method to injure the enemy a hundred times and injure himself eighty times.
death move.
Looking at the old man again, I saw that his face was pale and blue, and his whole body was shaking. It was obvious that he would be injured when performing this kind of technique. He immediately changed his mind and thought about countermeasures.
But with this kind of absolute strength, it seems that no strategy can be used. In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain, let alone if they have been used once, it will be even more difficult.
It's no use anymore.
"Damn it, old bastard, don't think you are the only one who dares to use the 'death move'. I will fight you to the end today." It's impossible not to use that move. The strength improved by the fusion of the three forces is completely useless in front of this old bastard.
It's not enough to see, it seems I just tried moving the four forces.
Young Master Ye has never used this crazy fusion technique before, but he just doesn't know if his body can bear it.
Fight!
"Ah~~~" At this time, Ye Fan suddenly kicked the ground with both feet, and at the same time, regardless of the movement of the person with all his strength, the four forces slowly approached and merged bit by bit, until the four of them could no longer be controlled by Ye Fan.
After getting closer, there was a sudden 'bang' sound, and a terrifying evil aura emitted from his body.
With the birth of this terrifying evil spirit, a strange blood-red liquid began to flow in his body. His body also trembled, and the blood vessels slowly collapsed, and the evil spirit was directly integrated into Ye Fan's body.
His mind rushed towards his soul, making his consciousness a little blurry.
"This..." There was a hint of panic in the old man's cold eyes, "What happened? How could the evil aura in this kid affect my soul, and the aura seems to have become stronger."
The old man's state of mind was affected, and the power of his originally full blow became weaker.
At the moment when the four forces were completely integrated, Ye Fan had controlled the Heavenly Sword and struck the opponent suddenly, striking the old man's body mercilessly.
"Peng!" Ye Fan was hit by the old man's blow that weakened nearly half of the power. The defensive magic weapon dissipated directly, and the bones in the chest of his body were directly smashed into pieces, dented into a large piece, and spurted out from his mouth.
A mouthful of blood.
The whole person was like a tattered sandbag, hitting the ground hard and throwing up countless dust.
The old man stood on the ground in disbelief.
"How could he attack me? How could it be possible?" By now the old man had let the Heavenly Sword slash his body to pieces and fell limply to the ground, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Ye Fan got up from the ground, his face flushed, and his body dripping with blood. He looked at the old man who fell on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er burst into tears when she saw him looking like this. She quickly ran over and supported the crumbling Ye Fan, with a look of anxiety on her face.
"Don't worry, I didn't..." Just as he was about to speak, his heart sank slightly when he suddenly heard someone shouting "Master". Looking at him, he saw six people walking in the distance. They were all powerful men in the Heavenly King stage.
Ye Fan's expression changed slightly, he hugged Ling'er, jumped up, picked up the old man who was still lying on the ground, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed, "Old man, I know you are not dead yet, so open your eyes for me.
Otherwise, don’t blame me for being cruel.”
"Master?" Seeing the old man in Ye Fan's hand, the six people stopped immediately, all looking shocked.
"You little bastard, you're at the end of your rope, so why don't you just wait for my servants to cut you into pieces?" A very weak voice suddenly came out of the old man's mouth.