Ye Fan's voice revealed unparalleled confidence and domineering, but he was actually extremely panicked in his heart.
The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Ye Fan.
The Great Priest is worthy of standing on the top of the Japanese country. He is ten times more difficult to deal with than the Sword Master Gen Musashi. He possesses many secret skills and does not give Ye Fan any chance to confront him head-on.
Whether it was the aperture formed by the condensed power of faith or the suddenly summoned field, Ye Fan felt great pressure. If he was not careful, he might die here.
But he knew that at times like this, he couldn't show any cowardice.
What's more, there is no true invincibility in this world. Although this field is extremely powerful, there must be some way to break it.
"Boom!"
The next moment, Ye Fan stamped his right foot fiercely on the ground, and with the help of the force of the counter-shock, he rose into the sky, integrated with the Tianlong city-breaking halberd in his hand, and attacked the high priest in the sky.
Seeing his menacing appearance, the great priest still stood in the air, with a mysterious smile on his lips, his eyes full of sarcasm, and no intention of dodge.
Soon, Ye Fan noticed something was wrong.
The distance between him and the high priest was roughly estimated to be only a hundred meters away, but he had already charged more than a thousand meters, but the distance between him and the high priest had not shrunk at all and was still the same as before.
At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to have encountered a ghost hitting the wall, or a great priest high in the sky, a mirage-like existence.
The two of them seemed to be not far apart, but they were so far apart that they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, which was simply insurmountable.
"Hahaha..." The high priest's wild laughter echoed throughout the space:
"Ye Beichen, don't you understand yet? All the laws in this space will change because of my thoughts! Even if you run for another hundred years, you won't be able to touch my clothes! Accept your fate, you are indeed very good.
Strong, but mere mortals cannot defeat gods!"
Hearing these words, Ye Fan simply stopped and looked up at the great priest who was sure to win. With a stern look in his eyes, he said: "You alone are worthy of being called a god? Bah!"
"My thoughts are like a sword, I should cut down the world!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan used most of his spiritual consciousness without hesitation and condensed an invisible immortal-killing flying knife above his head.
…
"Whoosh!"
The Immortal-Destroying Flying Knife has no form. As soon as it appeared, it locked onto the great priest's Qi and shot out. It seemed to transcend the shackles of space and break through many shackles. It was like a sword from a god, appearing before the great priest without any warning.
in front of.
In an instant, the great priest's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle shape. He never expected that under such circumstances, Ye Fan could display such overbearing magical powers, posing a life-threatening threat to himself.
At the critical moment, the halo of light behind the head of the great priest expanded instantly, forming a tough barrier to protect the Lord.
"Qiang!"
The deafening collision sound resounded throughout the entire space.
The light of the aperture dimmed instantly, without the radiant feeling before. It seemed that a lot of power had been consumed by the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword, and it was almost exhausted.
However, the immortal-killing flying knife also turned into nothing and disappeared invisible.
With Ye Fan's current strength, it is absolutely impossible for him to display this magical power again in a short period of time.
"Ho ho ho!"
The aperture was severely damaged, and the high priest could no longer maintain his composure, and burst into a hoarse roar: "Ye Beichen, I spent hundreds of years of hard work to condense this aperture, and you actually caused great damage to its spiritual power! Today, even if Daluo Jinxian comes to earth,
I can’t save you, so go die!”
While roaring, the great priest formed mysterious marks one after another in his hands, and the moon-like eight-tatami mirror in the sky suddenly glowed brightly.
Under this divine and vast light, the light of billions of stars is eclipsed and cannot compete with it.
This small world seemed to have evolved into a majestic pure land, all shrouded in light.
Between heaven and earth, apart from this dazzling light, there is no other color.
The pure power contained in it is more powerful than the other "Three Divine Weapons" Tiancongyun Sword, and it seems to have reached the limit that this world can bear.
"town!"
The high priest shouted loudly, a simple word, but it contained unparalleled will. The sound was like spring thunder, with unstoppable power, exploding directly in Ye Fan's consciousness.
Ye Fan seemed to have been given a slap in the face, his whole body was trembling, his hair stood on end, and he was as silent as a cicada.
If an ordinary grandmaster warrior were here, I am afraid that this sound alone would be enough to make him lose his mind and turn him into an idiot.
"Boom!"
Following the great priest's amnesty order, the eight-tatami mirror in the sky moved downwards towards Ye Fan.
Although the speed was not fast, it completely locked Ye Fan's Qi machine. The sky was huge and the earth was huge, there was no place to hide, and there was no place to hide.
Even though he was far away, Ye Fan felt that every inch of his skin, every muscle, and every bone seemed to be under tremendous pressure and was about to be torn apart.
He had a strong premonition that if he was really hit by the Yata Mirror, even if he had the Sky Hegemony, the power of Nirvana and other magical seconds, he would not be able to survive and would perish here.
The strong threat of death caused him to burst out the potential in his body. He clenched the Tianlong city-breaking halberd in his hand, replaced the sword with the halberd, and stabbed it into the ground in front of him, while shouting:
"The sword of benevolence brings peace in all directions!"
The inner energy in Ye Fan's dantian surged out like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, pouring crazily into the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd.
Although the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd is not a sword, the core of the Seven Swords of Beichen taught by Mr. Wei is not the carrier, but the sword intention contained in it, which can be used even if there is no sword in the hand.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, a dazzling brilliance burst out from Tianlong's city-breaking halberd, like the light of the polar regions, shining in all directions, penetrating the heaven and earth, and faintly overwhelming the eight-tatami mirror.
Under the radiance of the light, Ye Fan's body also gained a bit of divine aura. He was otherworldly and dust-free. He faced off against the great priest from afar and fought against each other, without any inferiority.
After a few breaths, the Yata Mirror collided with the light barrier condensed by the Ren Sword with a devastating force.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
The terrifying energy ripples turned into shock waves, filling the entire small world.
However, the light barrier is stronger than ordinary people imagine and is indestructible.
After a long time, the Yata Mirror, one of the "Three Divine Weapons", did not cause any cracks in it, and could only return without success.
…
At this time, Ye Fan looked up at the great priest, held his head high and said loudly:
"Hmph! Great Priest, you have taken advantage of the right time and place, but now you can't do anything to me! What's more... it's probably not easy for you to develop such a field! Let's just spend it like this.
Let’s see who wins in the end!”
When the high priest heard this, his eyes half-squinted, glowing with a sinister light.
Ye Fan's words poked his weakness.
In this realm, he is indeed as powerful as the Creator and can control the laws, but this is not endless.
Even with the blessing of the power of faith from countless believers, he can only maintain his domain for an hour at most.
Once the domain disappears and he fights Ye Fan alone, his probability of victory will be greatly reduced.
"Ye Beichen, do you think I can't do anything to you if you are huddled in this barrier?"
The great priest said, with a look of determination in his eyes, as if he had made some important decision, and gritted his teeth and said:
"You forced me! Today, even if I lose a hundred years of life, I will kill you! It is your honor to die under this secret technique!"
As he spoke, the great priest showed a solemn and pious expression on his face. He cut the veins on his wrists without hesitation and allowed the blood to stain his body red.
The two opposing auras of holiness and evil merged perfectly in his body at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, he used blood as ink, danced his fingers crazily, and wrote mysterious words one after another high in the air.
These words seemed to have been given life, "alive" and formed line after line of sentences, even confidently chanting the ancient mantra:
"There is something vaster than the sky!"
"There is an existence deeper than the earth!"
"There is an existence broader than the ocean!"
"Your most loyal servant, I use my blood to praise you, I sacrifice my life to you, please give me the power to judge the world!"