Chapter 2101

2101

Almost at the same time, the two shot together!

In Ye Fan's hand, he drew out a magnificent golden sword with a length of more than 100 meters, and it landed in front of Bei Moting in an instant!

Cup Moting swung the Green Snake Sword horizontally, and the green vines grew and spread rapidly, becoming several times thicker!

As soon as the green vine bent, and after removing most of the strength, Bei Mo stopped and turned over, and counterattacked with a brilliant sword glow!

"The turbid wine asked Fengchen!"

The gorgeous Drunken Flower Yin Sword Intent was like a gust of wind, sweeping towards Ye Fan!

Ye Fan knew the power of this sword intent, even with the protection of the fire dragon soul, he couldn't resist it, so he retreated immediately, and swung a golden sword!

As soon as Wushuang Sword Intent came into contact with that colorful cloud, it was constantly distorted and weakened. Although it couldn't block everything, it finally gave Ye Fan some space!

Seeing this, Ye Fan knew that he could only have a chance if he attacked with absolute strength and speed!

Once it slows down, this Zuihuayin will wear down the power of his sword intent! It will even paralyze your soul!

Withdrew back and opened the distance, Ye Fan changed to holding the sword with both hands, and slashed out more than a dozen swords in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, the dense and huge sword light, like a group of heavenly soldiers and generals attacking, suddenly flashed into the world, directly blocking all angles of Cup Mo Ting!

In the dome hall, a group of powerful people in the holy realm could only see countless huge beams of light in the sky, whistling continuously!

It seems to be endless power, constantly swaying, and even the shadows of the two people have been blurred!

"What an emperor-level sword intent! Such a powerful sword intent has never been seen before!" the bearded man snapped.

"Brother Cup is in danger, if you are a little careless, you may be doomed..."

Those in the holy realm all know that if this kind of powerful sword intent is touched, it is enough to instantly kill the sword without stopping.

It's as if one bullet is enough to kill an ordinary person... The key is not to be hit!

Cup Mo Ting naturally knew that he didn't block hard, he could bend and stretch, he just chose to retreat!

While retreating, he used his sword intent to consume and distort Ye Fan's attack.

The Green Snake Sword rippled with colorful ripples, which has the beauty of subduing rigidity with softness!

The golden light group in the air had an overwhelming upper hand, seemingly suppressing the gorgeous light group and retreating steadily.

However, Ye Fan knew that this was not an advantage at all, and he was constantly procrastinating!

Both of them know what the other's weakness is when they fight to this point, the more Ye Fan is anxious to end the battle, the more Cup Mo Ting wants to drag it back...

"Damn..."

Ye Fan found that in order to protect himself, after pulling the distance away, it took him more time to react.

Moreover, the sword intent is released from a long distance, so it is easy to be "drunk" by Zuihuayin, resulting in a sharp drop in power!

Attacking from a distance is tantamount to waiting for death!

Timely judgment and adjustment during battle is Ye Fan's specialty.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and decided to give it a go!

See whether it was his own sword that cut off the opponent's head first, or whether the opponent got himself drunk first!

"Dawn Stars!"

Ye Fan whirled, and after condensing the sword intent in his hand, the huge black sword in his hand was violently thrown out!

After one move, Ye Fan directly vibrated the Dragon Scale Sword Wing, an air strike approached!

After drawing a figure of golden light beam, Ye Fan rushed into the gorgeous light cluster!

Cup Moting was swinging his sword continuously, with a stern expression to counteract the huge lethality of Lixiao Chenxing!

This is the gap Ye Fan wants!

"Sen Luo Sword Dance!"

There were more than a dozen top-quality flying swords around him, Ye Fan faced the cup Mo Ting who had just digested Dawn Chenxing, and frantically used his sword again!

In the state of the sword god, Ye Fan's whole body's strength was completely detonated, and the speed of swinging the sword was already as fast as a thunderbolt!

Rows of golden sword lights, like a violent storm, traveled more than a hundred meters at every turn, and even swung hundreds of meters away, constantly flashing in the sky of the holy hall!

It's as if hundreds of lightsabers appear every second, which is beyond the limit of sword swings that humans can imagine!

In the dome hall, all the powerhouses in the holy realm have already seen without blinking their eyelids. This kind of devastating firepower output method is really unheard of and never seen by them!

"This... is this guy human? What kind of speed is this!?"

"Brother Cup, can it be true..."

At this moment, the meeting point of all firepower output, the center of the storm!

The drunken flower Yinjian light group, which is not stopping, has been contained to less than a tenth of its original size!

Cup Mo Ting continued to dance the sword rapidly, and Zui Huayin constantly led away, deflected, and collapsed Wushuang's sword intent!

Even though Cup Moting dispelled most of Wushuang Sword Intent, his body was still covered with scars. There were bloodstains on his face, arms, thighs, waist and abdomen, and even his neck!

His expression was extremely solemn, seeing Ye Fan swiping a dazzling golden sword towards him again, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes!

Off! This sword! Off!

Even if it was only slightly off, Ke Bei Moting still found this detail!

It's now!

Cup Mo Ting's eyes revealed a touch of determination, and he pulled his sword backhand, advancing instead of retreating, and suddenly flung out a dazzling brilliance towards Ye Fan!

"Zuihuayin! Drunk life... Dream death!"

Ye Fan opened his eyes wide, his pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, he seemed to be insane for a moment...

"Bang bang!"

The heart beat violently!

Another second...

Ye Fan's brain went blank, and his eyes were dark...

Heart, no longer beating...

In the air, all the flying swords around Ye Fan fell down.

The body also lost its support, completely restored to its original shape, and fell from the sky...

Bei Moting had one arm chopped off by Ye Fan's last sword, but the blood was quickly stopped.

The church fell into a dead silence.

In the dome hall, a group of powerful saints flew to the place where the battle ended.

The bearded man stretched out his hand, caught Ye Fan, glanced at him, frowned and said, "This kid, is he a thief? No matter what he looks like, he has changed his appearance, so he looks like this."

"There is no heartbeat or breath, Brother Cup's 'drunk life and dream death' move is really powerful.

Although it seems that there is no wound on the whole body, it directly and completely defeats the Yuanshen, killing it instantly..." Ji Wen glanced and knew that Ye Fan was dead.

Cup Moting pressed his own arm, the body of the holy body, the missing arm and broken leg, healed after a while.

He turned his head and glanced at Ye Fan's body, "It's not about defeating him, it's just making him drunk forever..."

"Drunk forever, isn't it dead? What's more, no one can wake up from your move. It's good to be good. Brother Cup, don't be humble!"

Cup Moting sighed with emotion: "Emperor-level sword intent is indeed not comparable to heaven-level sword intent, but his grasp is too superficial, and I am lucky."

"Brother Cup, you are being polite. Who doesn't know that your real strength is not 'drunk man', but 'drunk man'. You haven't worked hard yet..." Yao Weixian laughed.

Bei Mo stopped laughing and said: "Yao Hulu, don't say anything nice, even if you didn't say anything before the assessment, you can't miss me for the benefits you should give... Otherwise, I will never end with you!"

Yao Weixian smiled wryly, "All right... I will definitely pick a few high-quality pills and send them to you when I turn back. I dare not owe the favor of the Jiujian Immortal."

"This arrogant kid is already dead, what should we do with the body? I think he has a lot of treasures on him," the bearded man raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You drunkard, have you forgotten that he is from the Shenlong clan?

This kid doesn't know exactly what his identity is in Shenlong's, so it's best not to touch his body until we find out.

After all, the emperor-level sword intent probably has an extraordinary status in the Shenlong clan.

It is understandable to kill him during the assessment, but it is hard to justify stealing his things.

If we don't handle it properly, I'm afraid it will bring big troubles to the fairy palace," said the beast saint, stroking his mouse.

"Brother Bei has already beheaded the emperor level swordsman, and our Immortal Palace masters in the holy realm are not weaker than the Shenlong family, so why are we afraid of a Shenlong family?" The bearded man curled his lips.

"The Immortal Palace is not united by the Shenlong clan, let alone, if you move a Shenlong clan, do you think the other clans will watch?

Even the sacred realms of the Shenlong clan in Dongtian Paradise would probably be dissatisfied..." Ji Wen said.

Several other holy places also condemned the bearded man, don't bring them unnecessary trouble.

The bearded man said with a sneer: "I was just joking, why are you so serious? What do you say? Everyone is dead, just throw it out?"

"By the way, there are a few female cultivators who came with him, why not return the corpse to them and let them deal with it, so it has nothing to do with me...

Even if Shenlong is dissatisfied, it's because of his arrogance and self-infliction," Yao Weixian suggested, stroking his beard.

Everyone looked at Phillips, the old mage stroked the brim of his hat, and said, "Let's do this..."