The sun is setting in the west, and night is slowly falling.
Amid the dark clouds, a bright full moon poked out, casting endless moonlight and covering Tianwu City with a light silver gauze.
The third round of dynasty battle did not stop as night fell, but became more intense.
The much-anticipated battle is finally about to begin!
"I have been waiting for this battle for a whole year." Fang Han licked his dry lips, his eyes flashed with ferocious killing intent, and the purple fire swayed, making him look like a demon walking in the dark night.
But in comparison, Ye Chen's face was calm, without any expression.
"If you didn't have murderous intent in your heart, I wouldn't have cut off your left arm. All this is just your own fault. You provoked this hatred, and you will naturally bear the consequences alone.
, what does it have to do with me?"
Ye Chen sneered back, causing Fang Han's face to become extremely cold, and his body burst into violent purple fire, like poisonous snakes that gnaw at Ye Chen's flesh and blood.
"When I burn you to death, you will know how stupid what you just said was." Fang Han stepped out, the blood flag appeared in his hand again, and a terrifying purple fire roared out, tearing apart
Under the cloak of darkness, there is an endless evil atmosphere hidden in the air.
"It's not your turn to decide who wins or loses!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and a golden light flashed across his eyes, filled with the aura of ancient violence. The jet-black true energy bloomed from his body, deep and thick, and it collided with the purple fire in the void, but it did not melt.
Not for nothingness, but madly entangled together.
"Ye Chen's true energy is not afraid of the burning of the purple fire!" The crowd's eyes narrowed slightly. The strange purple fire could easily burn even the power of the soul, and it was harmful to all directions, but at this moment, it could not burn Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's true essence is so well hidden that he deserves to be one of the dark horses.
The crowd originally thought that Ye Chen would lose to Fang Han and be burned by the purple fire, but now this scene has subverted everyone's thoughts. There is indeed no certainty about who will win and who will lose.
"I was able to withstand the will-o'-the-wisp fire. I was not disappointed after all."
Seeing that the purple fire was easily blocked, Fang Han was a little surprised, but not very shocked.
He knew Ye Chen very well. He was very secretive and would always have a winning trump card. Even though it was just Purple Fire, it was tricky, but it was absolutely impossible to defeat him like this.
In the dark night, the billowing purple fire shrouded Fang Han's body, becoming more and more ferocious. However, the bloody light in the center of the will-o'-the-wisp began to spread slowly like water waves, and the ferocious bloody smell became more and more intense, like a thick
Thick blood.
"The Ghost Fire Blood Flag is the natal spiritual treasure of the Ghost Fire Saint King. It contains fifty-eight Hongmeng Qi. Now, I will show you its true power." Fang Han waved the blood flag in his hand and said coldly.
After spitting out a single word, purple fire surged and instantly enveloped the entire space.
He felt as if the heaven and earth were shaking. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Fang Han's body. At this moment, he saw that Fang Han's whole body was covered with purple fire. His body gradually became taller and taller, with a pair of
The pupils no longer have the liveliness of human beings, only empty darkness.
"What kind of martial arts is that?"
When the crowd saw those empty eyes, their hearts trembled violently. At this moment, Fang Han no longer had any human aura, and was all evil. The purple fire was like a deep magic light.
, and he became an abyss demon who controlled will-o'-the-wisp.
"Martial spirit!"
Looking at Fang Han who had transformed into a demon, Ye Chen's eyes were cold and he spat out a word coldly.
The reason why Fang Han became like this was not because he practiced strange martial arts, but because he relied on the power of martial arts.
That blood flag contains the power of the martial spirit. Once Fang Han displays it, he will be able to possess the martial spirit in a short period of time, thus bursting out with unparalleled terrifying power. And the power of the martial spirit naturally comes from the will-o'-the-wisp.
Holy King.
This is Fang Han's biggest trump card. With the power of the ghost fire blood flag, he transforms into the ghost fire holy king, controls the endless ghost fire, and vows to kill Ye Chen!
The hearts of the crowd began to beat crazily. The Holy King of Ghost Fire is a powerful person in the Time Condensation Realm. If Fang Han gets the power of his martial soul, how powerful will he be?
"I'm afraid you won't be able to last long if you borrow the power of others." Ye Chen smiled coldly. This martial spirit does not belong to Fang Han, it is just a borrowed one, and it cannot last long.
"Even if it doesn't last long, taking your life is like picking something out of a bag."
Fang Han spit out a voice coldly, and the will-o'-the-wisp came out again on his body. At this time, the wailing sound in the will-o'-the-wisp became extremely clear, and each one was able to pierce into the depths of the soul, moving towards Ye Chen crazily.
Pounce.
"die!"
A punch suddenly flew out. Fang Han's huge body was like a mountain. As soon as he made a move, even the heaven and earth would tremble. The billowing purple fire burned everything, making the crowd hold their breath and move towards them crazily.
He stepped back, fearing that he would be contaminated by a trace of purple fire.
"No Moon!" Ye Chen shouted in a low voice and stepped suddenly towards the ground.
Immediately, a rumbling buzzing sound erupted, darkness filled the air, and a fist of the moon bloomed instantly, colliding with the purple fire, roaring in bursts, lifting up the solid arena, and countless rocks were shattered.
It's so empty that no one can get close.
At the same time, in the center of the ring, Fang Han's body was charging towards Ye Chen, and he punched out. The will-o'-the-wisps formed a whirlpool, burning Ye Chen's fists wildly. He waved the blood flag in his hand, and...
A soul power full of evil aura bloomed and turned into a sharp blade, as if it wanted to cut off Ye Chen's head.
"Under the martial spirit, everything is an ant. I'll see how you can resist it!" Fang Han's voice was filled with arrogance. He stared at Ye Chen, who was being pinched from both sides, and said with a cold smile.
But seeing Ye Chen staring at him calmly, neither happy nor sad, the smile on Fang Han's face instantly froze there. He originally wanted to see Ye Chen wailing in embarrassment, but now, Ye Chen is not afraid
, his eyes were calm, even with a sense of disdain, which filled him with anger.
"The power of martial arts is indeed extremely powerful, but no matter how strong this power is, it does not belong to you after all. Fang Han, at this moment, you are like a thief, using the power of others to show off your own prestige. It is so sad.
Well, without the Ghost Fire Blood Banner and the Spirit of the Ghost Fire Holy King, you are nothing, and you are not even qualified to stand here and compete with me."
Ye Chen's voice was full of sarcasm. An extremely cold light burst out from his eyes. A hot breath burst out from all over his body. Immediately, countless rays of bright light swept into the void, like stars.
It embellished the night sky, and at the same time, it also bloomed with a high-pitched dragon roar.
"Now I will show you what the real burning fire is!"
An angry shout came out of Ye Chen's mouth, and the light in the sky connected with each other, and finally condensed into a towering and huge yuan array. The light of the yuan array was so bright that Fang Han felt his head tremble, as if his whole body was trapped
into this elemental formation.
In his eyes, he seemed to see a peerless true dragon that traveled across the nine heavens, appearing in this world. The dragon's body was as continuous as a mountain. Just one look was enough to make him tremble with fear.
What is even more surprising is that in addition to this real dragon, dragon roars tremble in the void, and the shadows of real dragons are constantly emerging.
Until the end, the nine-headed dragon suddenly appeared in Fang Han's eyes.