Supreme Sword Soul

Chapter 304. Fight

Powerful and invincible power deeply shocked the hearts of Ye Fan. It was not until this moment that Ye Fan understood the horror represented by the strongest emperor in history.

At the beginning, I was just watching the battle. Although I already felt quite strong, only when I really saw him would I know that it was a kind of despair.

Strong as the two major suzerains of Wuzong and Fazong, the Jiujian Fairy, still look gloomy in front of the Wuji Emperor.

The battlefield below is still extremely fierce, but the hearts of the senior officials of each mythical beast alliance are cold. Four dozen and one are not opponents. If they are broken one by one, what is the use of the ordinary soldiers below? Although the huge number is not that the great emperor can kill for a while, who can Endure the death of companions one by one, and the enemy is unharmed, and no one is willing to do such a futile thing.

"Serve to me, or die." The Wuji Emperor said indifferently.

The four of them were stunned at the same time, looked at each other, and then laughed loudly.

"Hahaha"

"I have been practicing martial arts for 500 years, and have experienced countless life-and-death killings. I have made a bloody road in hardships and achieved breaking the world. We are not even afraid of heaven, and how can we submit to you?" The patriarch of Wu said heroily.

The patriarch of the Fazong smiled and said nothing. The two fought for a lifetime. They were both enemies and friends. They cherished each other. Needless to say, he also knew the other party's choice.

"Ying'er has "dead". I have lived until now, and I have no interest. If it hadn't been for the obsession in my heart, I would have been sleeping on the ground for a long time. I hate that the big revenge has not been revenged, and the demon clan has not died, but I have to die here. I hate the ruthlessness of heaven, ah, ah!" The wine sword fairy suddenly poured a sip of wine and looked up to the sky and roared.

Ye Fan looked back at the distance and looked at the distant place. There was a person he cared about, a woman he loved, and a wife who was looking forward to his return.

"Sisi, I'm sorry, I can't keep my promise." Ye Fan clenched his fists, and his heart couldn't stop twitching.

As long as he thinks of Alice's haggard look day and night, he has a heartache.

The supreme emperor looked at them indifferently, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. For him, human nature had long been worn out at the beginning. In order to reach the supreme peak, he could give up everything, including himself.

At this moment, two fluctuations came from not far away at the same time. From the void, two deep-breathing figures slowly appeared, which were the Rosefinch King and the White Tiger King.

The two just came out and looked at each other. First, they were happy, and then they looked ugly.

"Ye Fan, where is the Green Dragon King?" The White Tiger King's voice was heavy.

"He died with a generation." Ye Fan's tone is low, and he respects the Qinglong King very much.

"What! Qinglong he... Damn it!" The rosefinch king gritted his teeth and looked at the Wuji Emperor, and his eyes were about to breathe fire.

"Now, Xuanwu and Qinglong are all dead. There are only you and me among the four kings. How desolate it is." The White Tiger King seemed to be old for dozens of years, and he looked decadent.

"Where's the guy who killed Xuanwu?" The White Tiger King was shocked and suddenly thought that he seemed to have missed someone.

Several other people were shocked at the same time. They actually missed such an important person. After a glance, they found that the guy was sweeping the battlefield below, and suddenly their faces were ugly.

"I'll deal with him." The Rosefinch King can't wait to start.

"No, seniors, you and Situ and others will deal with the supreme emperor. If there are five of you, you may still have a chance. As for that guy, it will be handed over to me." Ye Fan said.

"Okay, be careful." The Rosefinch King nodded and said.

"Ky, don't die." The White Tiger King said with a smile.

"You'd better take care of yourself. Maybe it's us who will die first." Master Wu rolled his eyes.

"Gentlemen, Brother Situ, take care." Ye Fan arched his hand, turned into a dark lightning, and went straight to the battlefield below.

"Maybe it's up to him to be successful or not in this war." The patriarch of the Dharma thought in silence.

In the battlefield, the four generations of ancestors slaughtered a large number of soldiers with expressionless faces. Only the rosefinch army commanded by Jimu can fight against it, but don't forget that with little difference in strength, suddenly there is a legion missing. What a great impact on the battlefield? Suddenly, the alliance of mythical beasts that originally advanced. The son was confused.

"Daw, where did this immortal monster come from? If it goes on like this..." Ji Mu was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Only by gathering the strength of the army can he fight against him. Such strength has exceeded him too much.

Watching him fall down with a wave of a casual wave, the soldiers' scalp was numb and their morale was greatly reduced, while the morale of the imperial court was greatly boosted.

At the moment when the alliance was sluggish, a dark lightning cut through the sky, like a bright shooting star, hitting heavily on the monster that scared the soldiers.

"Boom!"

A shock shocked the hearts of countless people. Everyone looked at two cold-looking men, one shining with thunder and lightning, and the other shrouded in darkness.

"White Death!" Almost everyone in the Wuji Dynasty recognized Ye Fan's identity and were very nervous.

"What are you afraid of? Our side is also very strong, not necessarily weak." Despite this, even the person who said this doesn't believe it. Will the invincible and murderous Death really not be his opponent?

The two of them stared at each other coldly, without extra words. Their figures flashed, and the next moment they fought together crazily in the air.

Ye Fan's sword marks on the other party's body with each sword, which also carries the terrible attribute of the thunder of the world, and his skin is almost pitted on the outside.

And Ye Fan is not having a good time. The dark power of the other party constantly corrodes his body, and even Zhenyuan invades and assimilates.

Fortunately, although the fourth generation killed the King Xuanwu, it could never be unscathed. The King Xuanwu must have hit him hard before his death. In the battle just now, because no one could threaten him, naturally nothing happened. But at this moment, the disadvantages began to appear. Tens of the strength can only play 60%, and one 60%. For the strong man who breaks the sky, Ye Fan is absolutely confident to fight head-on, and even kill!

The other party doesn't seem to know how to retreat at all. It seems that there is no emotion, only the instinct of fighting.

Ignoring the terrible dark power of the four generations of ancestors, Ye Fan accelerated the speed of the sword crazily against the opponent's attack.

"Quick, I want to be faster, the sword is like the wind, the sword is like thunder!"

Like countless dark lights and shadows flashing around the four generations of ancestors, his body is collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there are hundreds of sword marks of different depths on his body almost every second.

Under Ye Fan's crazy attack, the four generations who were already injured can only go away with hatred, but he is a dead person, and now he is just returning to the endless sleep again.

"This..." The soldiers on the other side of the Wuji Dynasty were almost stunned. The fourth generation, who had just slaughtered the enemy like a chicken, was killed by Ye Fan's sword. Such a dramatic change made them a little unacceptable at once.

"I knew you were a man who could bring miracles." Ji Mu looked at Ye Fan with a smile.

"He just killed a lot of us." Ji Mu said to Ye Fan.

"I know." Ye Fan nodded.

"It's up to you." Ji Mu Dao.

"I'll kill him twice as much as he kills." Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and he rushed into the enemy's camp with his sword, like a tiger going down the mountain and breaking into a group of lambs.

A group of people looked stupidly at Ye Fan rushing over, thinking of the shadow left by the previous white death. Thinking of the tragic death of the fourth generation, the soldiers were afraid, and they actually retreated!

"No back! Violators will be cut off!" The enemy general was so angry that he directly killed the retreating soldiers, but Ye Fan got closer and closer, and more soldiers would rather risk being killed and choose to escape.

"Is it possible to escape?" Ye Fan's figure suddenly stagnated, and the next moment he appeared in the center of their crowd and the place with the most people.

"I haven't used that trick for a long time, Ji Mu, do you remember?" Ye Fan said to Ji Mu with a smile.

"Of course I remember." Ji Mu also laughed.

"Then let's remember the memories together, sword, blade, wind and storm!" Ye Fan shook himself and turned around. Endless thunder gushed out of his body and rotated crazily. Combined with the dense sword light that exploded everywhere, suddenly there was a large area in the center, flesh and blood flying all over the earth. It is not so much a storm as a thunderstorm. It loses the mystery of the wind, but gains a more powerful thunderbolt.

"Escape! This is the devil, it's death!" The soldiers collapsed, and the collapse was uncontrollable. When one person fled, more people fled until the end, a large escape situation was formed, and only the crazy rotating thunderstorm in the blank center caused all this.

The thunderstorm lasted for five minutes, and in these five minutes, all those who didn't have time to get out of this range died.

At this moment, there was only a swordsman in white standing quietly in the dense crowd. There was a group of strong soldiers around him, but everyone's eyes were faintly afraid, frightened and dared not come forward.

Sweep the world with a sword, and thousands of troops and horses avoid white robes.

What a courage this is!