I saw Yuwen Qingyun's body continuously retreating, but his eyes were still as sharp as knives. He stepped forward again, and another wave of demonic power swept away.
The demonic figure stretched out its demonic palm and flew towards Chen Fan. A majestic demonic energy surrounded Chen Fan, as if it wanted to bury him in it.
Chen Fan looked slightly stern, and shot forward with his long stick, but the moment the wand touched the devil's palm.
His figure actually stiffened there, as if he was imprisoned, and then a terrifying suction force struck, pulling his body closer to the devil's hand.
"How is it possible?" Chen Fan's head was buzzing. He thought that his physical defense was strong enough, and even if the opponent understood the Nine Nether Demonic Skills, it should not have such an effect. However, the facts were in front of him, and he could not tolerate it.
convince.
"The power of death." A thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind, and his thoughts moved slightly. A ray of death rules spread out from his body and wrapped around him, causing a huge change in his whole temperament. It was like the arrival of the god of death, inviolable.
!
With the appearance of this breath of death, the devouring power that originally restrained his body instantly collapsed. He stepped forward and continued to kill Yuwen Qingyun. Demonic halberds shot out one after another, roaring like countless demonic dragons.
He wanted to submerge everything and bury Chen Fan.
At this moment, Chen Fan's face was covered with cold frost and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness. Such Yuwen Qingyun was not worthy of being his opponent.
The long stick danced, and the shadows of the sticks roared and killed. At the same time, a huge demon tiger appeared, roaring to the sky and the earth. As soon as the demon halberd flew over, it was torn and shattered. Chen Fan's footsteps suddenly
As soon as he stepped on it, his figure shot straight into the sky, looking down at Yuwen Qingyun like a real giant. The long purple-gold stick in his hand struck down again. This stick was even more powerful and terrifying than the one just now!
"No..." Hearing a miserable cry, Yuwen Qingyun's body was directly smashed to the ground, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Qingyun!" The pupils of those watching the battle in the distance shrank, showing a worried look.
Although Yuwen Qingyun has shown strong talent, the gap in realm is too great after all. Chen Fan is at the peak of the fifth level of Xuanling Realm, and is good at stick skills, so his strength is extremely domineering.
Chen Fan was seen walking towards Yuwen Qingyun step by step with a long purple-gold stick in his hand, his eyes showing disdain: "You have lost."
"No! I don't accept it!"
Yuwen Qingyun looked up at Chen Fan, his eyes filled with angry flames. He was unwilling to give in. Why was this happening?
Why did he lose?
"Since you are not convinced, let me make you understand better. I have comprehended three levels of will, but you have only comprehended two levels. Therefore, you are no match for me." Chen Fan's indifferent voice came out.
"What, three levels of will, and you have only realized two levels. This is too scary!" Many people took a breath of air and looked at Yuwen Qingyun. Isn't the three levels of will higher than Yu Wenhao?
Could it be that they all guessed wrong?
Yu Wenhao only managed to possess the triple will with the help of a certain treasure?
Seemingly noticing the doubtful glances cast by everyone, Yu Wenhao looked extremely gloomy, with a hint of fear flashing deep in his eyes. He was most afraid of others knowing that his talent was not as mediocre as he appeared. This was a very serious matter.
A shameful thing.
But this time he made a mistake. He didn't expect Yuwen Qingyun to suddenly become so strong, beyond his expectation.
What he didn't expect was that Yuwen Qingyun could comprehend the Nine Nether Demonic Skills, which resulted in his current situation.
"I lost." Yuwen Qingyun gritted his teeth and said.
Although he didn't want to believe this cruel fact, he had to admit that his talent was not as good as the other's. This made him feel extremely humiliated and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
He is a direct descendant of the Yuwen royal family and was born with the destiny of an emperor. To be defeated by such a despicable villain is a great shame!
"Winning or losing is a common thing for military officers. I will spare your life today." Chen Fan said calmly. He and Yuwen Qingyun were strangers to each other, so there was no need to eliminate the root cause.
"You dare to humiliate me, I will never let you go!" Yuwen Qingyun shouted, his tone full of anger.
He grew up
I have been favored by thousands of people, but I have never suffered such a hardship, let alone being defeated at the hands of a Yuanfu realm warrior.
"You are no longer qualified to challenge me." Chen Fan looked indifferent, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes. He turned and left, walking straight ahead. He needed to find other opportunities.
At this time, everyone was stunned, staring at Chen Fan's leaving figure, without reacting for a long time.
No one expected that Yuwen Qingyun, who had been ranked on the list of the wilderness at a young age, would actually be defeated, and defeated so completely.
For a moment, the hearts of the crowd were filled with turmoil, and they could not calm down for a long time. Especially Yuwen Qingyun's words, 'I don't accept it,' were ringing in their ears and shaking their hearts. They were vaguely aware of Yuwen Qingyun's hatred for the boy.
But soon a look of surprise appeared on their faces. This time it was indeed Yuwen Qingyun's shame, losing to someone at the fourth level of the Supreme Realm. What an irony.
Moreover, that young man's talent is so incredible that his achievements in the future will surely be limitless, and he will even be able to catch up with Yu Wenhao of the past.
But these are not within the scope of Chen Fan's consideration. Now he just wants to quickly find the origin of the universe and improve his cultivation! ...
In an area in the vast space, there is a magnificent palace, majestic, resplendent, and extremely wealthy. Wisps of holy light fall down and shine on this area.
Stairs led to the magnificent palace. On the stairs, an old man stood on it. He looked into the distance, with a hint of expectation in his cloudy eyes, and murmured: "Is it finally over?
"
Suddenly there was a violent fluctuation, and the old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with light, and he saw a figure in white stepping onto the stairs, and it was Chen Fan.
"What a strong fairy spirit."
Chen Fan was secretly shocked that the fairy spirit in this layer of space was so strong. No wonder this level was called the Fairy Level.
He slowly walked down the steps and looked at the magnificent palace. He was a little excited. It was indeed a relic left by the Holy Emperor. It was indeed extraordinary. Just by looking at the fairy spirit, he could feel the hidden meaning inside.
The treasure is very unusual.
"Your Excellency, please stop."
Suddenly, a misty voice came out, causing Chen Fan to frown slightly and look towards the direction of the voice. There, an old man in white robe stood proudly. He stared at Chen Fan, his eyes as deep as stars.
"Senior, is he a gatekeeper?" Chen Fan asked.
The old man in white robe shook his head and said: "I am just a wisp of will here, not a gatekeeper who really lives in the world."
"Juniors have met seniors." Chen Fan cupped his fists and cupped his hands.
"Haha, you are polite." The old man in white robe nodded with a smile, then pointed to the magnificent palace in the distance, and said again: "I share the memory of the master here, and I was guarding this palace under his order.