"It's boring!"

Jiang Fan felt that there was no challenge to him when he killed the god general with one punch.

"The divine general was actually killed!'

When the guards who were driven out of Sou Shen Palace saw Jiang Fan blasting and killing the general, they were all frightened and broke into cold sweats.

Although there are many powerful people in Sou Shen Palace, there are many master-level experts among them. These people can stand alone in the martial arts world.

For example, the Xiongba of Tianxiahui and Dugu Yifang of Wushuang City are at this level.

But the God General in Sou Shen Palace is the most powerful person next to the Immortal God, comparable to the existence of martial arts myths.

But even though he was as strong as a god, he was killed by a swordsman who suddenly appeared with one punch. How strong should the opponent be? God!

Or only God can rival it.

At this moment, a figure rushed out of Sou Shen Palace. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and struck "Shifting God's Palm".

"Rumble

In an instant, the sky above Jiang Fan's head turned black, and a terrifying palm print that was several acres in size was suppressed.

The five fingers of the huge palm print were spread out, like the hand of the most powerful demon god in the world. It struck down hard, bringing with it a power to destroy everything. The breath of terror swept in all directions, shaking the mountains and mountains for more than ten miles.

Countless birds and beasts were frightened and fled everywhere.

"Pleasure!"

Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Sword Twelve" has fully exploded!

Sword Twelve is a pure sword intention with no name. It is a move that transcends human power. The Divine Gu Wenhuang was paralyzed and put into a wheelchair because of the forced use of Sword Twelve. Therefore, he was jokingly called "Sword Twelve. Wheelchair".

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Jiang Fan had no such concerns. His physical strength had already reached an inhuman level, and his cultivation was even more advanced. He could fully withstand the impact of the sword's intention. He raised his sword to the sky, and the extremely condensed sword's intention was unleashed.

In an instant, the sword energy was like a tide, like chains of order, rushing into the sky. Wherever it passed, the void was shattered, the space was shattered, and the whole world seemed to collapse. It was extremely terrifying.

The palm print falling above the head received a strong impact, and a hole was opened.

When the sword reaches its end, there is nowhere to go, only the complete sword intention.

Jiang Fan leaped forward and completely chopped the Yitian God's palm into pieces with one sword. In an instant, he approached the Immortal God. The two of them passed each other, and a wisp of blood mist shot out from the God's shoulder.

"You can actually break the God's Palm and hurt me to this extent. Who are you?"

The god has wrinkles all over his face, age spots all over his body, a head of white hair scattered, less than a ten-year programmer, and unclear eyes. Although he claims to be a god, he does not have the slightest demeanor of a god, only a strong sense of twilight.

breath.

However, the strength of the god is indeed strong. The "God's Technique of Moving Heaven" gives him a strong self-healing power, and the "World-Destroying Demonic Body" gives him a strong defensive power. Otherwise, with just one sword strike, he would not be bleeding from his shoulder, but would be directly killed.

split into two.

"Master Huanzhu Tower, the duckweeds in the autumn water are misty."

Jiang Fan raised his sword with a calm expression, and sighed slightly: "You are too old, a corrupt god, and you cannot let me fight to my heart's content." "If you want to see this god in its full glory, how about waiting ten years?"

The immortal god stared at Jiang Fan with his dim eyes, and there was an evil spirit in his eyes. Originally, the god was most taboo about others calling him old, but if it were anyone else, the god would definitely cut him into pieces.

But he knew that the person in front of him was at the same level as him, and that he was younger. Although he was conceited and had a trump card, he was not absolutely sure.

He is arrogant and cruel, and he is also timid and afraid of death, so he said these words that are tantamount to submission.

He just wanted to use these ten years to cultivate Bu Jingyun into his own container.

He has been preparing for this day for a long time.

Not only did he carefully train the disciple of the miracle doctor, he also conducted a lot of experiments on monkeys and living people, and specially refined drugs that make people forget their memories, just to change the consciousness of Bu Jingyun into the state of a newborn baby, so that he can borrow his weight. born.

Now as long as he is given a little more time, as long as ten years, he will be absolutely sure to seize Bu Jingyun's body.

It's a pity that Jiang Fan didn't intend to give him a chance: "Why waste time here? It's better to reincarnate quickly. I have a sword to send you to hell!"

"If that's the case, then go die!"

The Immortal God snorted coldly, stood up upside down with sparse white hair, and an ocean-like aura erupted from his body. He grabbed it with his bare hands, gathered the energy into a blade, and transformed it into a sword, slashing the heaven and earth, and sweeping the world.

Two phantoms of swords hundreds of meters long turned into two streaks of light and staggered towards Jiang Fan. The speed was incredibly fast, as if they could cross the space in an instant. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Jiang Fan, forming an "L" shape.

The intersection point is on Jiang Fan. If Jiang Fan can't resist it, the sword will form a "cross" shape.

"Sword. Thirteen!'

With the help of the power of heaven and earth, Jiang Fan once again demonstrated the "Misty Sword Technique". In an instant, the wind and clouds became swords, the ice and snow became swords, the sky became swords, and the nine earths became swords. Wherever his eyes were immersed, everything was filled with misty sword intentions.

"Boom~"

The forceful move counterattacked, and the ethereal sword energy shook the sword of God. In an instant, the sword energy and the sword light were raging, and the surrounding fallen trees and rocks were crushed into powder.

Sawdust was flying all over the sky, and the ground seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives. There were countless criss-crossing sword marks and knife marks. The glacier was impacted, triggering an avalanche. Tens of millions of tons of snow rolled down, and the entire sky seemed to collapse. The wind and clouds were turbulent, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed by it.

In the realm of gods and humans, one can fly short distances with a sword, and in the realm of gods and demons, a strong person can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and can reach the gods through martial arts.

Natural disasters like avalanches are of no importance to those who are powerful in the realm of gods and demons.

The two of them flew into the air and fought fiercely in the rolling ice and snow. Terrifying energy fluctuations hit all directions. Their bodies moved quickly, as if they were flashing. Every time they collided, large areas of the mountains and forests below would be flattened, rivers would flow in, and the mountains would collapse in an instant.

Its destructive power is like a humanoid natural disaster!

The people who searched the shrine had already hid in the tunnels and were shivering. Such a terrifying battle, let alone participating in it, would be enough to break the bones of a grandmaster.

After a moment of fierce fighting, the mountains and rivers for dozens of miles around were shattered and riddled with holes.

That is to say, both of them consciously avoided Sou Shen Palace, otherwise Sou Shen Palace would have been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

"Boom~"

Another collision.

Jiang Fan's body was swept by the overflowing sword energy, but it was all offset by the body-protecting sword energy. The sword's light and sword shadow flashed rapidly, stirring up billions of sparks, but none of them fell on Jiang Fan's body.

On the other hand, the Immortal God was in a much more embarrassed state. His clothes and hair were torn apart by the sharp sword energy, and blood oozed from many places on his body, with blood flowing out like a fountain.

His face also became as pale as paper, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was breathing heavily, and his chest was heaving violently, like an old bellows. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"hateful!"

The Immortal God looked at the spotless Jiang Fan unwillingly. Facing this person's invisible and ever-changing sword moves, he was already at a disadvantage. The most important thing was that he was really too old!

Although there is "Shifting God Technique" that can repair the injuries on his body, it takes a lot of effort on himself.

If you continue like this, you will definitely die!

It seems that you have to use your true trump card to defeat the opponent. Although it will consume a lot of money and shorten your lifespan, the Immortal God can no longer take care of that much.

If he doesn't use his trump card, he will definitely die here, and the trump card will be meaningless by then.
Chapter completed!