Practicing martial arts is too difficult, so I choose to defeat others

[Old Demon Nie: In the late stage of the divine realm, full of evil, he uses people to practice martial arts]

[Kill him and you will get 3000 years of ordinary skill and 30 years of divine soul skill]

An old demon in the late stage of the divine realm!

The great halberd sent out terrifying waves, carrying the power of opening the sky, splitting the sky like a horse.

Wei Fan stepped on the floating figure in the air, and his body instantly moved ten meters sideways to split open the sky-opening blow.

Rumble…

Amidst the sound of landslides and ground cracking, a large mountain not far away was split open and then exploded into pieces. A huge crack appeared on the ground and spread into the distance.

"Medium magic weapon!"

The fluctuations emitted by this halberd have exceeded the category of elementary divine weapons and have reached the level of intermediate divine weapons. In addition, the user is still a master in the late stage of the divine realm, so its power is even more terrifying.

Even if Wei Fan moved ten meters laterally, the wave passing by him caused his body-protecting power to twist, as if it was about to shatter.

"My son Wei Fan, today is your death anniversary, and I want to use your head to pay homage to my son!"

Elder Feng's figure appeared from another direction, and two people surrounded Wei Fan, one on the left and one on the right.

Elder Feng held a long sword that exuded the aura of a junior divine weapon in his hand and looked at Wei Fan with a ferocious face.

"A person in the late stage of the divine realm holds an intermediate divine weapon, and a middle-stage divine realm holds an elementary divine weapon. Can Wei Fan be my opponent? I feel like I'm going to lose my game!"

Deng Boyong and others who retreated looked worried and did not continue running.

If Wei Fan is killed, it won't matter how far they run.

Wei Fan said expressionlessly: "Too many beasts have been killed. Who are your disciples and sons?"

Elder Feng was furious: "I, the elder of the Blood Cloud Sect, Mr. Xue is my own son. The man in the world is called Lao Mo Nie, the master of the half-demon master Kun.

Wei Fan, today I, the Bloody Cloud Sect, have to settle the blood debt with you.

Your innate physical strength should be able to make up for the pain of losing my son. "

Demonic aura evaporated from his body, causing the power of heaven and earth to surge.

Wei Fan shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't calculate it clearly, and I have to add more!"

He thought that the person who came would be a master from the Jianghu sect, or a demon, but he didn't expect that it was a master from the Blood Cloud Sect who showed up.

Elder Feng roared angrily: "Rampant, there is no village or shop here. Even if that old ghost Huo Tianzheng wants to come to save you, it will take an hour or two. I and Old Devil Nie join forces, enough to kill you dozens of times!"

After identifying himself, he no longer waited. The magic weapon in his hand sent out a terrifying wave and struck Wei Fan with a knife.

In an instant, the surrounding mountains and ground shook, as if they were triggered by the knife in his hand.

This is momentum!

Elder Feng himself is also a master of swordsmanship and has reached the proficiency level. With his swordsmanship, the forces of heaven and earth in all directions crush Wei Fan.

"You used a knife in front of me?"

Wei Fan showed disdain, the Tiger Soul Sword had already appeared in his hand.

The next moment, the perfection-level sword force rushed out of his body and spread in all directions.

In an instant, Elder Feng's momentum weakened rapidly, and the force that was crushing Wei Fan turned around and crushed him.

The momentum he had mastered was directly taken away by Wei Fan with the perfection level momentum.

Elder Feng's scalp was numb and he lost his voice in shock: "How is it possible to perfect the power of the sword..."

He has been immersed in the art of swords for many years. It has been almost two hundred years since he started practicing swordsmanship when he was young, but his sword skills are only at the proficient level.

Poof!

Before his sword light reached Wei Fan, it was already crushed by the perfection-level sword power, and became pure power that dispersed between heaven and earth.

This scene was terrifying. The sword that was slashing with all its strength in the middle stage of the divine realm was not even capable of getting up close.

"I'll give you a knife too!"

The purple sword light soared into the sky and condensed with the general trend of the surrounding world. For a moment, it seemed as if everything around him turned into a knife with murderous intent. All those who were enemies of Wei Fan were their enemies.

"Mr. Nie, why don't you take action!"

Elder Feng roared, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst. The perfection-level sword power made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his soul frantically issued a warning.

Demon Nie held the black halberd in his hand and slashed, but Wei Fan disappeared in a flash.

The purple sword light flashed across, and Elder Feng's real power was cut open in an instant, followed by his body.

Amidst the splatter of blood, his body was cut into two sections in the air, and the sword force poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, strangling his soul.

"He is already in the middle stage of the divine realm, and he deliberately lured us here..."

This knife was so fast that he was in the middle stage of the divine realm and his body was cut open before he could even react, and his soul began to disintegrate.

Before his consciousness dissipated, Elder Feng realized belatedly that Wei Fan probably did not accidentally reveal his whereabouts, but deliberately lured the enemy out.

"Look, I just said that I can't calculate it, and my blood debt has increased. I rushed here to die. Why bother? My target is not you at all..."

After killing Elder Feng, Wei Fan looked as calm as ever.

That is to say, Old Demon Nie made him a little afraid. Elder Feng was just a being that could be killed with a backhand. He could easily kill Elder Feng even without using the Tiger Soul Sword.

"Trash, it's not a bad thing to die. Henglian's birthright belongs to me alone!"

Seeing Elder Feng being hacked to death with a knife, Demon Nie was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

It's okay if Elder Feng is dead, otherwise if he kills Wei Fan, he will still have to share the supreme medicine of Heng Lian Xiantian equally with him.

Although they are both elders of the Blood Cloud Sect, there is no emotion at all. When Elder Feng died, he didn't feel any heartache at all.

"Don't worry, I will send you to see him soon. If you hit me with two halberds, I will give you two in return!"

Wei Fan turned around and began to face Lao Mo Nie.

Demon Nie shouted: "Then don't run away!"

He struck Wei Fan with two halberds, but Wei Fan dodged both of them with his perfection-level movement skills. His big halberd couldn't hit Wei Fan at all.

This gave him the illusion that Wei Fan was afraid of him.

"It's really embarrassing for you!"

The tiger soul sword shook, and the true power and will power were poured into it.

Wei Fan stepped on the floating figure in the air, and in a flash he was in front of Old Demon Nie.

Rumble…

Under the pull of the general trend of heaven and earth, with his movement, the mountains immediately shook, and the general trend crushed Old Demon Nie.

"break!"

Demon Nie roared angrily, and the big halberd struck down with the power of opening the sky, instantly shattering the world and causing the mountains to shake even more horribly.

The euphorbia was as powerful as a broken bamboo, and continued to chop down with boundless power. The ripples caused the ground below to sink.

"Didn't you eat?"

The next moment, a big hand with purple light caught the big halberd with lightning, so that the big halberd carrying the power of opening the sky could no longer move at all.

Demon Nie's pupils shrank violently, with a look of disbelief on his face: "How is it possible... Even if you are a genius and practice fast, your physical body cannot be tempered to be so powerful."

He felt that what was holding the euphorbia was not a hand, but a thick and boundless mountain. His strength vibrated crazily, but the euphorbia was motionless in Wei Fan's hand.

This means that his body, which has been tempered for two hundred years in the late stage of the divine realm, is not as good as the person in front of him who has only broken through to the divine realm for less than a month. Even if he has trained his innate body, his strength cannot reach such a perverted level.

Wei Fan's physical body is naturally more than just Henglian Xiantian. After being baptized by Tianpeng Body Cleansing Technique, his physical body's potential is incredible.

In addition, for this fishing trip, he spent thousands of years of effort to specifically temper his body. It can be said that his strongest thing now is not the power of will, nor the supreme power, but the terrifying body that has been tempered by these thousands of years of effort. .

"You are hundreds of years old and you are still in the late stage of the divine realm. How can a loser like you understand what a real monster is like? Don't you think it's ridiculous to use yourself to measure people who are monsters more than you?"

Wei Fan's face was full of sarcasm, and he swept out the Tiger Soul Saber in his hand.

Demon Nie's expression changed drastically.

Now he had two choices, either to use his body to resist Wei Fan's knife, or to give up the big halberd caught by Wei Fan.

"retreat!"

He backed away with little hesitation.

The euphorbia was certainly a magic weapon that he had been tempering his whole life, and it took a lot of effort to refine it into a mid-level magic weapon.

But if he insists on not giving up the magic weapon, he must have the life to use it. Wei Fan's power is so terrifying that he doesn't think his body can withstand the attack of the medium-level magic weapon.

"Can you retreat?"

Wei Fan had a sneer on his face, following behind Old Demon Nie like a shadow, and struck out with another knife. Under the power of the perfection-level sword, Old Demon Nie's real power was distorted, and he felt like his soul was about to burst.

"not good!"

He knew that he was in serious trouble. Without the blessing of the divine weapon, his combat power was reduced by half in an instant. Next, he could only use his flesh and blood to resist the attack of the medium-sized divine weapon.

But even his physical body in the late stage of the divine realm is far less rigid than the average divine weapon.

"Blood Evil Palm!"

With his combat power reduced sharply and his speed not as good as Wei Fan, Demon Nie knew that he must not escape at this time because there was no way he could escape.

It's funny that when they came, they thought they couldn't let Wei Fan escape, but it turned out that they were the ones who needed to escape.

This Wei Fan doesn't look like someone who has just made a breakthrough. He seems to be an old monster who has been practicing for hundreds of years. He is also a medium-level magic weapon and has a body that is more powerful than him.

Demon Nie's palm exuded a foul-smelling evil spirit, and slapped the tiger sword with terrifying corrosive power.

Wei Fan still remembered this palm technique. At first Mr. Xue said that this blood evil palm was specially designed to break the flesh body and had extremely strong lethality to the flesh body.

boom!

The scarlet palm slapped the Tiger Soul Saber, and the sword's light dimmed a lot in an instant. The tyrannical force caused the Tiger Soul Saber to move laterally for more than ten inches. Instead of hitting Lao Mo Nie's forehead, the sword hit his shoulder. .

The sharp blade penetrated three feet into the bone, and it stopped cutting until it was stuck by the bone.

Nie Lao Mo joined in with his mouth, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he immediately ignored the blade stuck on the bone, and instead used his other hand to slap Wei Fan on the chest.

"drink!"

Wei Fan let out a soft drink, and his whole body shook with strength. The stuck blade continued to fall, and in an instant it cut from Nie Laomo's right shoulder to his left abdomen. The sound of bones being cut was heard continuously, and blood surged for a while.

After being severely injured, by the time his palm hit Wei Fan, he didn't have much strength anymore.

Not to mention that Wei Fan still had a golden bell to protect his body. Even without the golden bell, Nie Lao Mo's palm couldn't hurt him.

clang!

The bell rang, and Demon Nie was shocked. He felt a terrifying backlash coming from Wei Fan, which immediately cracked his palms.

"What kind of body-protecting magic is this?"

Nie Laomo was horrified, as if his palm had been slapped on a nail, and the severe pain that penetrated into his bone marrow made him scream.

"die!"

At the same time, Wei Fan had already struck out with his second sword.

While Lao Mo Nie was still participating, the Tiger Soul Sword had already cut open his head, torn his sea of ​​consciousness, and cut his soul out of it.

[Kill Elder Feng and gain 2000 years of ordinary skills and 20 years of soul skills]

[Kill Laomo Nie and gain 3000 years of ordinary skills and 30 years of divine soul skills]

[Normal skill: 7000 years]

[Soul Power: 50 years]

"Too weak!"

The mind swept, the power of will manifested, and took away Elder Feng's magic weapon and gourd.

He also prepared the Thunder Sound Bell!

Not to mention the Thunder Sound Bell, he didn't even have the chance to experiment with the Xuanhuang Cauldron. He just used the Tiger Soul Sword to kill Nie Lao Mo and Elder Feng.

"Let's go!"

Deng Boyong and his men returned, found the warhorse that ran away, and continued on their way.

Until they returned to Sucheng, no one came to kill Wei Fan.

Wei Fan was very disappointed. He didn't expect that except for the Blood Cloud Sect, no demons appeared, and no one from those sects that wanted to cause trouble for him jumped out.

"Did you have a smooth journey?"

Behind the Meritorious Hall, Huo Tianzheng poured a cup of spiritual tea for Wei Fan.

Wei Fan took a sip of tea: "Two gods came to Prison Dragon Village to rob the prisoner. I killed Wu Yinglong!"

Huo Tianzheng's expression changed slightly: "Prison Dragon Village actually found this place. It seems that someone from the Demon Suppression Division leaked the fact that Wu Yinglong was imprisoned in Tongzhou."

Although there is a strange art of collecting qi to find demons, it is not without distance restrictions. If you want to track a person by breath, you have to get close to a certain distance.

Even if it is a thing like a life card, it is impossible to track a person's trace across thousands of miles.

The only explanation for the people of Prison Dragon Village to find Tongzhou is that someone leaked the fact that Wu Yinglong was imprisoned here to Prison Dragon Village.

The problem may not be with the Tongzhou Town Demon Division. Other county towns where Wu Yinglong was imprisoned and the Demon Suppression Division headquarters may be the place where the leak occurred.

Huo Tianzheng just felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

Undoubtedly, Wei Fan is a sharp sword, and he is invincible. So far, there is nothing that Wei Fan cannot do. Even Qingyun Mountain, which has troubled Sucheng for many years, has been flattened in one fell swoop with the help of Wei Fan.

But this kind of sword is often double-edged. Without certain abilities, you can't be his backer.

It was okay before. As Wei Fan broke through the divine realm, the forces he provoked were more terrifying than each other. His body, which was about to be buried, seemed unable to bear the increasing pressure.

Even Wang Chao was afraid of the Prison Dragon Village, not to mention that he was about to be buried. The key point was that it should be the Dragon Sword Eagle who carried it, but now it fell on him.

Rubbing his head, Huo Tianzheng looked at Wei Fan: "You came to my place, not just to talk about Prison Dragon Village, right?"

Wei Fan shook his head and handed the golden demon hunter waist badge to Huo Tianzheng: "I want to exchange for the Purple Xuanwu Classic of the Martial Honor Realm. Can you help me see if my merits are enough?"

Huo Tianzheng stood up in shock and crushed the teacup in his hand: "You...you kid are going to break through to the Martial Honor Realm?"

Wei Fan shook his head: "How is it possible? I just feel that the merits are enough, so I exchanged the skills in advance."

Huo Tianzheng glared at Wei Fan and tried to make my old man happy: "It's not time to break through yet, why are you in a hurry to exchange!"

Wei Fan said: "Anyway, I have to exchange sooner or later, so I'll exchange when I have enough merits!"

This is naturally not the real reason. He is preparing for a rainy day, but he won't explain to Huo Tianzheng.