Ungodly Evil Spirit

"call……"

When the blood in the sky dissipated, Ye Fan sighed heavily. Although he seemed to be strong at the moment, he was still a little bit powerless against the powerhouses of the seventh level and above. Only the **** inch can deal with it.

At this moment, we must find an opportunity to comprehend that painting is the second layer of the prison, that is, the second pattern. Only in this way can we hold the masters of the seventh layer or more in one stage and continue to exert the greatest power of the magical fist.

"Xiao Lai, are you okay!" Ye Fan turned and glanced at Brunei, who had been hiding behind him. This kind of battle really suffered this brother.

"I...I'm okay!" Brunei was startled by Ye Fan's scarlet light, but he still didn't react.

The monstrous power that only peerless strong men had, appeared on Ye Fan's thin body. Although it was not long ago, it was equally unbelievable.

"Let's go, let's go back to the small col first, I want to recover!"

Seeing that Brunei was okay, Ye Fan said hello immediately.

The movement of Scarlet Cunman was too loud, this was inside the sword pavilion, it was impossible to guarantee that something would happen, Ye Fan did not dare to stay long.

"Chichichichi!"

Just as Ye Fan and the two were about to leave, the surrounding crimson ground suddenly changed. A cloud of aerosol drilled from the ground and gradually turned into a long sword with a handle, reappearing on the ground, as if it had grown out. .

"What's going on?" When both Ye Fan saw this scene, a touch of surprise appeared on their faces.

These long swords were directly destroyed by the powerful force of the **** inch of light, and at this moment they have grown again, which is extremely strange.

"Brother Fan, look quickly..." Brunei looked up inadvertently, but stayed completely.

Ye Fan looked towards the top of his head in the direction pointed by Brunei, and saw that dense phantom remnant swords had appeared on top of Ye Fan’s heads at some unknown time, and the long swords that grew on the ground reflected dim light, as if they were similar to these. Void Remnant Sword has some contact.

"Om..."

Just as Ye Fan and the other two were surprised, all the long swords around the ground trembled, making a harsh sound, as if calling something.

"Shoo!"

In the next moment, Ye Fan felt the incomparable sword power coming from above his head, and his heart was not good, and the ancient sword suddenly slashed upwards.

"puff……"

With a soft sound, at least several phantom remnant swords were slashed by Ye Fan with a single sword, but it was followed by more, densely packed, innumerable.

"Brother Fan, what shall we do!"

Ye Fan and Brunei had already retreated behind a huge boulder, but the Phantom Remnant Sword seemed to be able to see through their position and pierced directly towards the boulder.

Ye Fan did not answer Brunei’s words. The ancient sword in his hand danced quickly, as if it were a light shield of swords, protecting the two at the center. When the ghost sword touched the light shield, it turned into mist. Dissipated.

If it weren't for Ancient Sword's miraculous effect on Void Remnant Sword, Ye Fan might have died under Remnant Sword at this moment.

Besieged in the center by thousands of remnant swords, Ye Fan can't be distracted at all. One carelessness is the death of Jiuquan.

"How could this happen, what the **** is this place!"

Ye Fan persisted for a while, only to feel that his arms were getting sour and his physical strength gradually weakened. After all, he wielded the ancient sword so quickly, even if his physical strength was different from that of ordinary people, it would not last long.

If this continues, it doesn't take an hour to be pierced by Wanjian.

"Who is inside?"

Just as Ye Fan was in a hurry, there was a sudden sound of surprise in the distance, which became Ye Fan's life-saving straw.

This was a slightly hoarse voice, but it brought Ye Fan an extremely familiar feeling.

"Elder Xuanji, it's me, Ye Fan, please help me!" Ye Fan was facing a desperate situation at the moment and couldn't take care of any face. The other party was already an acquaintance, so he shouted out loud.

"Ye Fan?" The mysterious elder from the outside world was shocked after hearing this, and immediately shouted to the surroundings: "Disciples follow the order, quickly form a soft formation with me, and save little friend Ye Fan!"

"Yes!"

Elder Xuanji's words fell, and there was a uniform response sound from a distance, and at the same time a powerful aura slowly brewed out, quickly approaching Ye Fan.

However, within a few breaths, the outside world has already propped up a huge transparent mask. The surface of the mask seems to be ripples on the water surface, continuously rippling, and inside the mask, there are dozens of people like Elder Xuanji, at this moment Ye Fan rushed towards the center.

Along the way, the phantom remnant swords blocking the way were ejected one after another, and the sharp sword power was all turned away by the ripples of the mask.

"What a strong formation!"

Ye Fan danced his sword in the center, and at the same time approached the elder Xuanji and the others. After practicing painting the ground as a prison, Ye Fan also dabbled in the battle method, and the magical power of the softening formation shocked him.

Needless to say, this must be a large formation that overcomes strength with softness. Although there are countless phantom remnants, under the large formation of Huarou, it is impossible to get close to Elder Xuanji and others.

"Little friend Ye Fan, here..."

Seeing that Ye Fan was not far away, Elder Xuanji directly opened a big opening and shouted.

"brush!"

In the next moment, the figures of Ye Fan and Brunei had entered the big formation, and the frantic attacks from the surrounding remnant swords only ended up being reflected back.

"call……"

Ye Fan put away the ancient sword, breathed heavily, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The softening formation finally made him feel a sense of peace of mind, and he almost couldn't hold it.

"Elder Xuanji, thank you for your help!" While resting, Ye Fan gave a thank you to Elder Xuanji, and wondered at the same time: "Senior, how come you are here, aren't these disciples scattered with you?"

"The old man perceives that there is a sky-reaching **** light here. It must be a powerful battle, so I came here to take a look!" Elder Xuanji rarely put on a serious look, and asked: "Little friend Ye Fan, you are also Here, besieged by so many sword souls, does the previous battle have something to do with you?"

Ye Fan didn't conceal it after hearing it, and briefly talked about the previous battle, but did not reveal his trump card.

"Did you kill that old Ye Family?" Elder Xuanji was shocked when he heard it, his muddy eyes were full of shock.

"It's a fluke!" Ye Fan didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he pulled away from other topics and asked: "Senior, what did you mean by Soul Sword?"

"The sword soul is the remnant soul left behind by the disciples of the sword pavilion. Although they are dead, they still control the remnant sword to guard the sword pavilion. The long sword on the ground is the thing they guard. As long as you pull out one, there will be A sword soul appeared, obliterating the invaders!"

Elder Xuanji seemed to know a lot, and explained quite in detail.

What Guigumen is best at is mechanism arithmetic and formation tricks. The abnormal changes in this sword pavilion have long been seen by the mysterious elder.