Although the name of the wings is very elegant, its power is extremely terrifying.

Ye Fan could feel that the crazy and disordered energy in it was no less than an atomic bomb.

Fortunately, these energy is very condensing, otherwise it would have spread unscrupulously, the foundation of the entire Kunlun Mountains would have suffered a devastating blow.

The crowd who watched dozens of miles away were completely shocked by this move and exclaimed and fled in the opposite direction, fearing that they would be affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

But at the heart of the explosion, the Ji ancestor seemed extremely embarrassed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The hundreds of external incarnations broke one after another like bubbles, turning into powder.

After a few breaths, all the clones in the sky disappeared, leaving only the last real body.

"Ho huh!"

The Ji ancestor no longer looked like the immortal spirit, and an angry roar broke out deep in his throat, his eyes were so angry that he looked like crazy.

These hundred external incarnations were condensed after more than two hundred years of time, and all of them were gone. How could he not be angry?

However, now, the first thing the ancestor of Ji family needs to consider is self-protection.

The energy in "flying with each other" poured out towards him like a black hole collapsed.

The Ji ancestor did not dare to be negligent, so he quickly summoned more than ten magic weapons, and colorful brilliances bloomed around him.

Dao Sword, Master Knife, Thunder Seal, Bell and Drum, Treasure Mirror, Golden Bell, Tianpeng Ruler...

Each magic weapon is a spiritual weapon that gives birth to the spirit of the weapon. No matter which sect is placed, it is a heavy treasure at the sect level. The level of the rank is far better than the magic weapon that Ye Fan threw out before.

However, under this domineering and unparalleled trick, the spiritual weapons were like paper, and they didn't even hold on for a second.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The sound of shattering was endless, and more than a dozen spiritual weapons fell apart.

In an instant, an invisible door seemed to be opened in the sky. The power of the divine punishment of the heavenly punishment poured out from it like the Yangtze River breaking the dam and bombarded towards the body of the Ji ancestor.

For a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, the mountains collapsed, and the sky shook. The power contained in it made the heaven and earth lose its color, and the sun and the moon were dull, which seemed to destroy the entire world.

...

"My God!"

The warriors watching the battle in the distance were all dumbfounded, their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and they seemed to have a big hand sucking their hearts, almost suffocating.

fear!

Too scary!

They never expected that Ye Fan and Dongfang Mingyue could use such a destructive trick, which made them instinctively fearful and trembled deep in their souls.

Even though they were dozens of miles apart, they were still shocked, as if they had turned into tiny ants.

"Ahhhh!"

The Ji ancestor screamed at the top of his lungs.

Even though he was carrying the body of the earthly immortal, he could not resist it at all under such punishment as the world-destroying gods, and soon his body was covered with holes and blood.

The originally handsome face was even more distorted and ferocious, and the facial features seemed to be torn apart, just like a ghost in the Nine Netherworlds.

If this trend continues, the ancestor Ji family will not last long, and his spirit and body will be destroyed and his life will be lost.

However, the power of "flying with wings" has not dissipated, but has continued to increase, illuminating the entire world, just like more than ten atomic bombs exploded at the same time, and their power continued to overlap and surged in a magnitude.

Under such bombardment, even a real god might not be able to resist it.

Soon, the body of the Ji ancestor completely shattered and split into pieces.

"Swoosh!"

A three-inch-high soul man flew out from his eyebrows, staring at Ye Fan fiercely, his eyes were red, and he said with gritted teeth:

"Ye Beichen, even if you kill me today, you will never be able to end up well! The blood of the demon god flows in your body, so you also bear the curse of the demon god! Chi You dominated the world and still lost to Huangdi in the Battle of Zhulu. How unparalleled is the King of Chu Xiang Yu. In the end, he committed suicide by slashing his throat on the Wujiang River! The stronger his strength, the stronger the curse is, and no one can escape his fate! One day, you will understand what this sentence means!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan's eyes were cold and there was no expression on his face. He said coldly: "Even if I will fall into a place that will never be restored in the future, at least today, you old dog will die in my hands!"

It seemed as if in order to prove Ye Fan's words, the endless violent energy in the next moment completely swallowed up the soul of the ancestor Ji family.

Between the world, there is no longer the aura of the Ji ancestor.

Two hundred years ago, the ancestor Ji family, who was invincible and like a god or an immortal, finally fell to ashes at this moment.

...

quiet!

Deadly silence!

For a moment, the world was silent. Everyone looked at this shocking scene, as if they were petrified, standing there, even forgot to breathe.

The martial arts myth has fallen!

Dead at the hands of two young men.

This news is enough to cause a major earthquake in the entire Hidden Sect.

Next, the Xuanyuan family, which has lasted for thousands of years, and the former first family in China, will also face a catastrophe.

Losing the "Dinghai Dingjian Needle" of the Ji ancestor, the head of the family Ji Changhe and the young master Ji Yuanhao, the former glory of Xuanyuan Ji's family could not be maintained, and even could not bear the revenge of the Ye family father and son.

Moreover, after the Demon Sect knows this news, it will never miss the opportunity to beat the dog in the water. The entire Hidden Sect will probably usher in a new catastrophe.

“Hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…”

Ye Fan gasped heavily and collapsed on the ground with relief.

He had long been at the end of his strength, and forced himself to use "flying with Dongfang Mingyue" with him. All the internal energy in the nine dantians in his body was exhausted, and he could no longer squeeze out a trace of it, and he was almost exhausted.

Dongfang Mingyue next to her is not much better. Her delicate body is completely wet with sweat, her long hair is messy, and her pretty face is pale.

"Finally... I won! Mother, and all the uncles and uncles I have never met before, the child has finally avenged you!" Ye Fan murmured.

After experiencing this extraordinary battle, he seemed to have walked in front of the gates of hell. This battle was too dangerous and too lucky to win.

He had used all his trump cards before, but he still couldn't do anything to the ancestor of Ji.

If it weren't for the Dongfang Mingyue's rescue at the last moment and the two of them joined forces to create a miracle, then Ye Fan had no chance of winning today.

However, if the winner is the king, the winner is the king!

Ye Fan finally won!

Endless feeling of fatigue surged into his heart. Ye Fan felt the darkness in front of him, and he wanted to fall asleep immediately and sleep well for three days and three nights to recover his strength.

However, just as he was relaxing, a roar came from a distance:

"Ye Beichen, I want to kill you and avenge my ancestor!"

...

"boom!"

Suddenly, a sacred, solemn, and vast golden sword energy suddenly appeared, hundreds of feet long, and came from a distance. The momentum revealed invisibly seemed to be able to control the world, pacify all directions, and educate the people.

Xuanyuan Sword!

The person who came with the sword was Ji Yuanhao.

Before, although Ye Fan "killed" him dozens of times, Ji Yuanhao had long since relied on his body of Wuqi.

Now, the Ji ancestor has fallen, Ye Nantian has suffered severe injuries and is unable to move, and Ye Fan is dying.

Ji Yuanhao, holding the Xuanyuan Sword and having one-tenth of the power of the Yellow Emperor, became the strongest person on the field!

A sword attacked, destroying and destroying the space wherever it passed, and all things were annihilated.

"No, protect the Major General!"

Many Ye Nantian's subordinates jumped up one after another, trying to stop them.

But before they got close to Ji Yuanhao, they were bounced away by the giant golden sword energy.

The Xuanyuan Sword of the Holy Dao, this is the magic weapon that Huangdi once unified the Central Plains, carrying the fortune of China, and how can ordinary people resist it?

"Ye Beichen, go to die!"

Ji Yuanhao's roar was earth-shaking and resounding throughout the world.

In this sword, he poured twelve percent of his strength and would not give up until he killed Ye Fan.

In an instant, Ye Fan felt the breath of death that was so close to him. With his now broken body, he didn't even have the strength to move his little fingers, so he could only let the Xuanyuan Sword attack.

Are you going to... die?

Well, there is no regret to be able to kill the ancestor of Ji to avenge his mother.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan closed his eyes and calmly waited for the arrival of death.

"See!"

A few seconds later, the sound of the sharp blade entering the body came, but strangely, Ye Fan did not feel any pain.

Huh? What's going on?

With great doubts, Ye Fan opened his eyes and an incredible scene appeared in front of him—

I don’t know when Dongfang Mingyue actually blocked him, using his delicate body as a flesh shield to block the deadly sword for him.

The unparalleled Xuanyuan Sword pierced into Dongfang Mingyue's chest, and the bright red blood dyed her clothes red.

A sword pierces the heart!
Chapter completed!