Chapter 121. Yunlong's final song

The next moment, a dazzling sword light from the distance came fiercely.

"Is it the front line of heaven and earth? I will do it, too." Zhen Ye Fan said disdainfully, and also raised his hand to shoot across the front line.

Two huge sword lights collided fiercely, intertwined with each other, and fiercely extinguished each other.

A few seconds later, the sword light emitted by the fake Ye Fan continued to shoot at Ye Fan.

"What!" Ye Fan was shocked and hurriedly used the six changes of the wind to avoid it. The sword light narrowly passed by and cut a corner of his clothes.

Ye Fan looked ugly and looked at himself on the opposite side in disbelief.

"I'm surprised, right? The same cultivation, the same realm, the same soul of mystery, why is my sword more powerful than you?" Fake Ye Fan laughed.

"Damn, the sword soul appears!" Ye Fan roared suddenly.

A dazzling sword soul appeared in the void, emitting five colors of light, and the sun, moon, stars and thunder and wind were intertwined, looking so solemn and powerful.

"It's really powerful. If you change to another person, the same cultivation level must have been killed by you in seconds, but it's a pity that you are facing me." Fake Ye Fan did not panic and raised his hand.

"Is it..." Ye Fan vaguely guessed.

As if to verify his speculation, the same sword soul appeared, the same sun, moon, star, thunder and wind, but different from the five-color light of Zhen Ye Fan. This sword soul has only one kind of sword soul, that is, black, as dark as ink, chilling black.

"I don't believe it." Ye Fan's mind fluctuated, and the sword soul directly killed the other party at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The storm, thunder and lightning, and the light of the sun, moon and stars appeared in an instant, covering the space hundreds of meters ahead and raging everything.

Fake Ye Fan sneered, and the black sword soul also stabbed at the other party. The black thunderstorm, the sun, the moon and starlight also appeared and raged.

The two touch each other and collide silently.

The expected loud noise did not come, only an invisible and silent fluctuation spread desperately from the most central point to the surroundings, like the explosion of an atomic bomb.

As soon as all the resentment souls around them came into contact with this fluctuation, they were annihilated into nothingness, and everything around them turned into nothingness a hundred miles around them!

The fluctuation gradually weakened, and Ye Fan was also able to see the battle scene in the middle. Suddenly, a black sword soul with a horrible atmosphere stood there, but his sword soul was sluggish, and the light was weakened a lot.

"How is that possible?" Ye Fan's last reliance in his heart was defeated and said reluctantly.

"It's too weak, too weak. This is the strength of my ontology. It's ridiculous that I have an ontology like you." Fake Ye Fan was not only not gratified, but also disdainful and disappointed.

Ye Fan looked at the other party in a staring way. Why can't he defeat the other party with the same level of practice? Why, why, why. It bothered him as if it had turned into a spell.

Fake Ye Fan saw that he was so depressed, and his heart was even more disdainful. He said slowly, "Let me tell you why and let you die clearly."

Ye Fan slowly raised his head and stared at him. He was very eager for where he had lost.

"Because I am your collection of negative emotions, cold, selfish, arrogant, arrogant, bloodthirsty, etc., while you stick to your so-called integrity, kindness, reservedness, sympathy for the weak, bound by family love, and even go to be a sworn brother with a few weak guys. It's ridiculous to bind your heart. Kendo is destined to be a lonely road. On the supreme realm, I am the only one, and there are no relatives, brothers and lovers. This is the real Kendo!" Fake Ye Fan said ruthlessly, and every word and every sentence hit Zhen Ye Fan's heart fiercely.

Every time he said something, Ye Fan took a step back and his face turned white. In the end, a mouthful of blood spewed out and muttered to himself, "Why, why, am I really wrong?"

In the dark shadow, the swallowed Jimu is in a strange space. The whole space is silent except silence, nothing, as if it is just to lock them up and not let them come out.

Just as Ji Mu and others experimented how to come out, the battle between real and fake Ye Fan suddenly appeared in the scene in front of them. The two Ye Fans surprised them, but soon they found that Ye Fan was completely at a low hand, especially the fake Ye Fan's words, which not only stabbed Ye Fan's heart, but also made them ashamed and angry.

The four people are extremely anxious. If it goes on like this, Ye Fan will be really dangerous, but they can't help anything. They can only watch Ye Fan die step by step here. How can they allow this kind of thing! So the four of them began to bombard indiscriminately.

"It's ridiculous. If those people treat you as brothers, why don't they come out to save you? You want to say that they are bound, but have you ever thought that they are useless to drag you down like this? Sooner or later, you will be destroyed because of them. Now your strength begins to slowly decline is the best proof." Fake Ye Fan continued to bewitched, and his voice seemed to have a kind of magic, which made Ye Fan unconsciously sink. There was more and more black in his eyes. In the end, his eyes were all black, and there was no light.

When Ye Fan saw Ye Fan like this, he knew that the general situation had been settled. He smiled and said with a grim smile, "Know your weakness, repent, be annoyed, despair in the endless abyss, family, friendship and love, all die. I will replace you. After going out, I will become famous in the world and make the world tremble under my feet. I am afraid. Fear, hahahaha." After saying that, countless thunder and lightning storms appeared in the black sword soul again, and the sun, moon and stars all over the sky. The next second, it will be hit hard and Ye Fan will be completely wiped out.

Ye Fan had no fighting spirit in his eyes, but only a desperate black. The heart of the sword was broken, and there was no more fighting spirit. In this way, he led his neck and waited for killing, like a walking corpse.

At this moment, the change rises sharply!

A silver gun broke out of the dark shadow and swept fiercely at the fake Ye Fan. Then a sword full of light broke out of the darkness, accompanied by dozens of inconspicuous embroidered needles and an inconspicuous sword.

Four figures broke out of it and killed the fake Ye Fan fiercely.

"Nonsense, it's ridiculous." Zhao Yunlong said with a disdainful smile.

"Dark guy, you are destined to moan in the corner." Cao Yun said coldly.

"Brother Ye Fan, cheer up and don't be deceived by him." Hongling said anxiously.

"Die." Ji Mu said coldly.

"Bite the stone with the egg, and don't measure your strength." Fake Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and the offensive turned and aimed at them.

The next second, four figures flew out directly, and everyone spewed out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.

The four of them work together and can't even catch a move!

Although it is the strength of fake Ye Fan, it also shows Ye Fan's strength from the side.

Ye Fan raised his head and saw that the four brothers were injured. His eyes flashed and he seemed to be struggling, but soon disappeared.

"Big boss, wake up quickly." Zhao Yunlong said anxiously to Ye Fan. All four of them heard the conversation just now and knew what was going on with Ye Fan's current state.

"Big boss, don't listen to that bastard's nonsense. Wake up quickly." Cao Yun also shouted.

"Brother Ye Fan, don't do this. Wake up." Hongling's tears fell out.

Ji Mu looked at Ye Fan in silence, with expectation in his eyes.

Ye Fan's expression struggled violently, but he struggled for a while and then disappeared. His eyes flashed again and again, as if to explain his current pain and despair.

"Don't scream. Now his sword heart has been broken by me, and he has lost his mind. It's like walking corpses. It's useless for you to shout." Fake Ye Fan approached the four people step by step, like an approaching death who was about to harvest the lives of the four people with a sickle.

The four of them shouted for a long time and finally gave up. Zhao Yunlong suddenly smiled casually and turned back to Ye Fan and said, "Big boss, we don't blame you. We are useless. We agreed to share the pain and difficulties together. As a result, we are dragging you down and making you look like this. However, I, Zhao Yunlong, bet on my whole life. The honor and life will never believe what the liar said.

He stood up slowly, suppressing the severe pain, but he did not frown, clenched his long gun, and looked directly at the fake Ye Fan.

"Yunlong, you, what are you going to do?" Hongling covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"A long time ago, I was alone, because of my outstanding and prominent family background, those people would only feel inferior next to me, and then they would be jealous." Zhao Yunlong coughed up blood as he walked, but he walked over firmly step by step.

"When I was a child, I had a good friend. We used to wear a pair of trousers together, eat together, play together, and practice martial arts together, but the gap between him and me is getting bigger and bigger day by day. Whenever I sleep, he always sits there quietly and practices alone. However, even so, there is a gap between him and me. It's still sneeging." Zhao Yunlong coughed up another mouthful of blood, paused for a moment, and moved forward again.

"I always thought he was his best friend, but once after drinking, he completely broke out and roared hysterically at me."

"Why are you always better than me? Everything is better than me. Why can such a lazy person be better than me? I hate you!"

At that time, I was stunned when I heard it. I was dumbfounded, and I could no longer hear any sound in my ear. Why did all people leave me? Am I destined to be lonely?

"I thought that I would never have any friends anymore, not to mention my brother, but since I met the boss, fighting, drinking and chatting with the boss, I feel that my heart is no longer indifferent. From then on, I believe that there is really brotherhood in the world, but this ancient tomb trip is the boss's help every time. When we solve things, I can't help at all. I can't help at all. It will only drag down and even make the boss like this. I hate it so much!

"Uh-ah!" Zhao Yunlong looked up to the sky and roared, tears flowed freely from his eyes, and stabbed at the fake Ye Fan with all his last strength.