Ungodly Evil Spirit

The sword light seemed to be able to break through the space, containing the power to destroy everything, enough to smash Ye Fan's body.

"Watson, you...didn't you promise me not to kill him?" Ye Linglong was even more surprised than Ye Fan at the moment. She saw her face full of horror, facing the figure holding a long sword in the air. Questioned.

"Linglong, this class of people will be a curse if they are left behind. How can we feel at ease!" Lin Huasheng has a cruel smile on his face at this moment, his eyes focused on the sword light that penetrates the world, this sword. The light will soon turn Ye Fan below into a cloud of blood mist.

"Watson, you..." Ye Linglong's expression changed sharply, but she didn't say anything more.

In fact, after meeting Ye Fan before, Lin Huasheng discussed the matter with her, and wanted to use Ye Fan’s care for her to get everything. After all, the Key of Ten Thousand Swords was in Ye Fan’s hands, and Ye Linglong’s only The request was to leave Ye Fan's life.

After all, no matter how ruthless she was, she would never forget her original feelings, but compared with Lin Huasheng now, it was a little insignificant.

The plan went well, but the ending was not what she could have expected.

Seeing the light of the Heavenly Sword getting closer and closer, Ye Fan was anxious at the moment. He felt Tu Daodan silence in his body, and the evil old man in his blood wear did not change at all. Ye Fan's stubborn gaze gradually dimmed. Everything must be faced by him, but now he can face the light of the Heavenly Sword by what means.

The originally excellent situation was completely subverted because of Ye Linglong, and even now ushered in death.

"Brother Fan, be careful..."

Just as Ye Fan wanted to slowly close his eyes to enjoy the final tranquility, an excited voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Little Lai, no..."

Ye Fan's eyes opened in an instant, but there was no time to stop him, so he could only watch a figure slowly explode in front of him.

At this moment, Brunei's excited face has gradually become calm, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he is at ease and satisfied.

"Brother Fan, thank you, I can only do this for you!"

A very light word was uttered from Brunei’s mouth at the last moment, and the next moment I heard a soft "poof". Brunei was completely transformed into a cloud of blood under the light of the sky sword, and finally dissipated directly in the air. in.

"No...no...why, ah..." Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then roared hysterically, like a lunatic.

Brunei has been with him in the Lingxiao Palace for so long, Ye Fan has already regarded him as his own, and he has taken him to the sword pavilion to explore the powerful swordsmanship, but he never thought it would be so.

"brush……"

Before his death, Brunei sent a wave of strength, and the next moment he knocked Ye Fan away, avoiding the subsequent sword light.

"boom!"

This sword smashed into many hanging coffins, and the strong sword power caused these terrifying coffins to burst open.

The hanging coffin is not only inserted with a long sword, but it is also very strange inside. It is broken at this moment, and a trace of unknown power suddenly spread. The original sword array began to reorganize under this power, and slowly turned into a chaos of swords. A suction force seems to sweep everything present.

Even this sword mound could hardly stop this new sword formation. Under the violent tremor, the falling rocks continued to smash down, and there were cracks in the golden stone path when it came, as if it would fall into the abyss in the next moment. in.

"No, let's go quickly..."

Lin Huasheng has already seen that his sword has caused a big disaster. He was careless. Today, everyone has to be buried here. At this moment, he has no intention of chasing Ye Fan again. He took a golden ancient book on the ground while escaping. , This is the dust-free sword art that no one has been exploring.

Although Lin Huasheng had the Heavenly Sword, he would never forget this powerful sword technique.

The sword formation changed drastically, directly isolating the internal path between Ye Fan and Zhu Yusheng and others. Hearing the distraught roar from Ye Fan, Zhu Yusheng and others could only lament.

Ye Fan had the greatest advantage when he got the Wuming Sword Art. If nothing happened to Lin Huasheng, it would have been in Ye Fan's pocket. It was sad and sorrowful for his beauty.

"Ye Linglong, listen to me. From now on, there will be no relationship between you and me. It is best not to let me touch you, otherwise, I will kill it!"

The sword tomb changed drastically, and Ye Fan's distressed voice stopped abruptly, and then he came out ruthless and terrifying words, as if from Jiuyou.

Regardless of whether he can survive today, his fate with Ye Linglong ends here. Ye Fan has completely given up on this woman and has no pity in his heart.

Ye Linglong followed Lin Huasheng and rushed to the outside world. At this moment, she had already set foot on the Jinshi Trail. After hearing Ye Fan's unfeeling words, her delicate body trembled slightly, but she did not turn her head.

She naturally knew what Ye Fan meant, all the things she had done at the beginning, and since then, grace has been cut off.

For some reason, Ye Linglong only felt that there was something missing in her heart, and since receiving the Nameless Sword Art, there was no sense of pleasure in her heart.

"Linglong, don't leave soon!" Seeing Ye Linglong's strange expression, Lin Huasheng immediately urged in a deep voice.

Relying on Ye Linglong, he became the biggest beneficiary in this sword grave. He had both the Heavenly Sword and the Sword Art. Once he went to the outside world, he would inevitably sweep across all directions and rise proudly.

With such a good prospect, Lin Huasheng is naturally unwilling to be buried here.

"Swipe..."

Most of the people present stepped on the previous giant sword again and flew towards the outside world.

In the depths of the Jian Tomb, Ye Fan fell to the ground on one knee, his eyes filled with silence, as if waiting for death.

He hasn't walked away from the pain of losing his brother. In today's trip to the sword grave, he took a wrong move and failed to see through the conspiracy of Ye Linglong and others, so that he made a wrong step and fell to the present end.

"Xiao Lai, I'm sorry!" Ye Fan murmured, with bright red liquid flowing out of his eyes. I don't know if it was tears or blood. Brunei was different from Ye Mu, who died under the sharp light of the sky sword, and his body disappeared directly. , Presumably the soul has also been shattered. If you want to be reborn, it will be ten thousand times more difficult than Yemu.

This time, maybe even Xie Lao couldn't do it.

"Ye Fan, I'll accompany you!"

Just as Ye Fan was distraught, a figure slowly leaned up from his back and took the initiative to hug Ye Fan.

The figure trembled, but the action was extremely powerful, as if he wanted to melt Ye Fan into his arms.

Feeling the soft body behind him, Ye Fan was shocked immediately, and suddenly turned around, but saw a pair of beautiful eyes, looking at him affectionately, mixed with worry, nervousness and other complicated eyes.

"Shadow Moon, what are you doing? The Sword Tomb is about to collapse, so don't hurry up." Ye Fan immediately retreated from Shadowyue's arms and sternly ordered the woman behind him.