Human desire is indeed the original sin.
Zhuo Yifan secretly sighed. He was already familiar with this method. It was a complete routine and there was no need to deliberately perform it before the other party would be fooled.
ah!
ah!
ah!
He Ruisheng was about to go crazy. He sprayed three mouthfuls of blood in a row. The momentum of the sword array suddenly increased, and the attack shot by Biao became 30% more powerful.
These three mouthfuls of essence and blood consumed his lifespan, one mouthful of one hundred years, and together they exploded. He believed that even a real demon would have to shed his skin.
Zhuo Yifan smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it a little late to try your best now? You can't live for a few years in the first place. If you dare to burn out your lifespan, it seems that you are a cornered beast. But your value is only like this."
Knowing the essence of the opponent's sword formation, He Ruisheng is of little value to Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan's body suddenly sank, and he drilled directly into the earth.
This earth actually also contains sword intent, which is the opponent's attack range.
But Zhuo Yifan's body suddenly became pale and he merged directly into the barrier.
He Ruisheng was shocked. He suddenly discovered that he had lost Zhuo Yifan's aura.
How is this possible?
This is within one's own barrier, and all changes in aura are under one's control. How could one lose one's aura?
Could it be that Zhuo Yifan left the barrier without anyone noticing?
This is simply impossible. Even a real demon cannot escape through the air without alerting its master.
Of course, he never imagined that the devil's heart was so magical and could simulate and transform any breath.
Zhuo Yifan suddenly transformed at this moment and directly became a part of the opponent's sword energy. From He Ruisheng's perspective, Zhuo Yifan was just a sword in his sword formation, a sword energy. Of course, it was impossible to think that this was Zhuo Yifan.
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Of course, this is also because in the series of battles, the devil's heart finally figured out the nature of He Ruisheng's energy, so it achieved this effect, which is still difficult to achieve under normal circumstances.
Zhuo Yifan got out of the sword formation, suddenly waved his hands, and directly activated the sword technique.
boom!
Zhuo Yifan's flaming sword realm suddenly exploded and turned into countless flaming sword energy, flying in all directions.
The scene was like a flower of fire blooming.
Under the violent shock, He Ruisheng's killing sword formation suddenly began to waver.
These two forces are so huge that they are completely beyond the tolerance of the Mahayana period.
He Ruisheng let out a scream, his body made an explosive sound, and was directly turned into a sieve by the sword energy.
The two sword formations seemed to be about to be annihilated at the same time.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan broke out of the ground, opened his hands wide, and sword rain shot out from his ten fingers, instantly turning into a huge sword net, which actually swallowed up this crazy area.
"No...impossible, you...you actually swallowed my sword formation?"
He Ruisheng couldn't believe his eyes and let out a shrill scream.
The sword rain in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Where the two sword arrays violently collided, there was deathly silence.
Zhuo Yifan stretched out his hand and turned it in the void, and a sword-shaped flame suddenly flashed out of the void and returned to his hand.
Holding the flaming sword in his hand, he showed a thoughtful expression, which finally turned into a proud smile.
"The Devouring Sword Intent is indeed well-deserved. He Ruisheng, I have said before that any of your actions are meaningless. Now that your native Sword Intent has been devoured by me, what else do you have to fight with me?"
How could He Ruisheng be so miserable at this moment?
His whole body was soaked in blood and covered with dense blood holes. Although he was constantly recovering, he looked very scary.
He trembled, looked at Zhuo Yifan in disbelief, and gritted his teeth: "Zhuo Yifan, what kind of monster are you? I have never heard of anyone who can swallow other people's sword intent, except for the sword-eating madman from thousands of years ago.
What is your relationship with him?"
Zhuo Yifan was a little surprised: "You actually know about the Sword-Eating Madman?"
"The Sword-Eating Madman was the top master of the demon clan in the past. He was cruel and violent and took pleasure in devouring other people's swords. It turns out that you are his descendant. No wonder you are so cruel." He Ruisheng showed a trace of despair in his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "The devil is here
My ancestor of the He family was killed in the past, God is really helping me this time, Zhuo Yifan, I want to die with you."
Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly: "You are already at the end of your strength, and you still want to die with me. What a big joke."
"Although I don't have the strength or confidence to kill you, I still have one last trick. The self-destruction of a peak master in the Mahayana period, unless you are a demon, you will definitely die."
Zhuo Yifan chuckled lightly and said with some helplessness: "People from the demon clan are troublesome. They will self-destruct when they disagree with each other. Do they not want to live so much? However, the threat of self-destruction from a child is of no use to me. If you have the guts, just do it."
Explode one and show it to me?"
Zhuo Yifan is really not afraid of the enemy's self-destruction. Not to mention that the Xuanwu Divine Armor is now comparable to the level of protection of a true immortal. He can also use the Netherworld Tower to block it. No matter how awesome he is in self-destruction, it is impossible to destroy a world.
He Rui was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he directly launched a self-destruction.
But the next second, his whole body was cold, and he looked ahead in horror, unable to say a word anymore.
On his chest, a sword tip was revealed, but no blood flowed out.
He felt that all his essence and blood were being absorbed by the sword, including strength, essence, blood and soul.
He didn't understand why his self-destruction was directly controlled by someone without even a trace of resistance.
"You will never understand the mystery of the power of the mind."
Zhuo Yifan said softly: "Old ghost, you have done so many evil things, it's better not to suffer any consequences in your next life."
Zhuo Yifan didn't have the slightest psychological burden for such an evil demon who often used 100,000 people to make elixirs.
The Soul-Eating Demon Sword greedily absorbed it, and soon, He Ruisheng turned into a pile of withered bones.
bump!
Zhuo Yifan kicked the tower, and the white bones immediately turned into fly ash. At the same time, the barrier burst like a punctured blister.
Zhuo Yifan's body appeared in the main hall.
"You...why is it you who came out? Where is my ancestor? Did you kill him?" In the main hall, He Qiancheng saw this scene and almost fainted from fright.
At this moment, He Binu has led the masters of the family to engage in a life and death battle with He Bi. He Qiancheng, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, has been hiding in the main hall, waiting for the outcome of the battle.
In his opinion, it is certain that the ancestor will deal with Zhuo Yifan. You know, there is a level difference between the two.
But the fact is that Zhuo Yifan is safe and sound, while the ancestor has turned to ashes.
Zhuo Yifan glanced at him lightly, then pointed a finger, and a magic seal flew out, covering him directly and imprisoning him.
"Please, don't kill me. I'm just a nobody. All decisions are made by the Presbyterian Council."
He Qiancheng was so frightened that he cried and howled.
Chapter completed!