Chapter 2218 One sword will determine life and death!
"who is it?!"
Ye Fan suddenly turned around and saw a silver-haired monk standing in front of him.
He looked to be about forty years old, wearing a simple blue gown, with a jade-like face, without a trace of wrinkles on his face, and a pair of dark pupils that looked extremely deep.
Even if he stood still quietly, he still showed a domineering momentum, pressing directly towards Ye Fan. The momentum was majestic, giving people a feeling of the sky falling apart and the world collapsing.
If he were an ordinary monk, he would be so frightened by this man that he would be unable to move.
At this moment, the silver-haired man stood proudly in front of him, as if he had merged with the entire world, standing high above him, like a god.
For a moment, Ye Fan's whole body tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Hahaha... You can't find anything even after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here! Boy, you still have the resentment of the Holy Son in your body. You must have killed the Holy Son!"
The man's eyes were cold and his aura was as strong as a rainbow. An icy cold air erupted from his body, causing Ye Fan's body to shake violently and he took several steps back.
"Are you Nan Yutian?"
Ye Fan restrained his inner spirit and stabilized his position. Judging from the demeanor and conversation of the newcomer, he was very similar to Nan Yutian, the elder of Taiyi Holy Land, as Yan Qingsi said.
"Um?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Nan Yutian was stunned. He didn't expect that Ye Fan actually knew his name.
Nan Yutian was confused in his heart, but it didn't matter anymore.
He had discovered the tragic death of the Holy Son before, and then used the supreme secret technique to follow the karma of cause and effect, and found his way here to avenge Donghuang Aotian.
"Boy, since you have heard my name, you have admitted the fact of harming the Holy Son, right?"
"Mutilate? Senior, this is not right!" Ye Fan shook his head.
"What's the meaning?"
Nan Yutian looked at Ye Fan and felt a mysterious aura coming from this boy, as if there was some unfathomable power guarding him, which made him feel a little pressure.
Of course, as a top expert in the ninth level of transcending tribulation, Nan Yutian will not be afraid of any opponent. He is a monk who wants to achieve the great deeds of the Immortal Lord.
"Hmph! Taiyi Holy Land is the ruler of the Eastern Wasteland Galaxy, and the Holy Son is a unique genius. And I am just an ordinary monk in the Beidou Galaxy. Do I have the ability to 'mutilate' your Holy Son?" Ye Fan
rhetorical question.
"this……"
Nan Yutian choked for a moment and was speechless.
He did feel a little strange!
Ye Fan only has the cultivation level of Nine Transformation Gods. How can such a tiny ant kill the Holy Son who is at the eighth level of transcending tribulation?
I don’t know what’s strange about this.
But he had no doubts about his own judgment.
"Hmph! No matter what the truth is, there is no doubt that you killed Donghuang Aotian! As an elder of Taiyi Holy Land, I will never let you go!"
Nan Yutian said coldly, with a biting cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Senior, I did meet Donghuang Aotian. He kept provoking me along the way. Every time I encountered danger, he asked me to go forward and test. When I encountered treasures, he would rob them at will and kill me to silence me! He wanted to kill me,
I can't just kill him with my neck, can I clean my neck and let him kill me?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"You brat, you actually accuse me, the Holy Son of Taiyi Holy Land, of seeking death!"
Nan Yutian's sword flashed, a powerful momentum pressed in, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch.
"Um?"
This is the momentum of a top powerhouse. Throughout the galaxy, there are only a handful of them.
Ye Fan didn't dare to be careless, and tried his best to mobilize his inner strength and withstand the terrifying momentum.
"Huh?"
Nan Yutian raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face: "Good boy, with your ninth level cultivation, you can withstand my momentum without falling down. You can be considered a genius!"
Originally, Nan Yutian thought that Ye Fan was just out of luck and used some method to kill Donghuang Aotian.
But at this moment, he realized that Ye Fan was very powerful and must have something beyond ordinary monks.
"Boy, if it were other circumstances, and I had cherished my talents, I could have given him some mercy! But, if you kill Donghuang Aotian, he is the Holy Land of Taiyi Sect and the son of Donghuang Taiyi! No matter what the reason is,
No matter what the reason, I will not let you go!"
At this moment, a sharp cold light flashed in Nan Yutian's eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared, as if he was about to start a killing spree in the next moment.
"Senior, you are a top expert, do you want to use your strength to bully the weak?" Ye Fan asked back.
Yan Qingsi had warned him before that if he met Nan Yutian, he should not hesitate and run away directly.
But when Nan Yutian came, he felt the changes in the atmosphere around him, as if there was an invisible barrier.
Nan Yutian had already made complete preparations, and it was almost impossible to escape from his hands.
"Hahaha, kid, it's useless for you to provoke the generals! If I let you go today, then I, Nan Yutian, won't have to hang out in Taiyi Holy Land. Even the entire Eastern Barren Galaxy will mock me. I will definitely not
Allow this to happen!”
Nan Yutian's voice was extremely cold, and his aura changed completely, as if the God of Death had come to the world!
Ye Fan felt frightened, his hair stood on end, and he had goosebumps all over his body.
"Is this the strength of a top true immortal?"
Ye Fan could feel that although there was only one realm difference between Nan Yutian in front of him and Donghuang Aotian before, they were not at the same level at all!
After cultivating to the ninth level of transcending tribulation, depending on the difference in talent and understanding, even if they are at the same level, the gap will become wider and wider.
The Nan Yutian in front of him is a very talented person. His understanding is basically comparable to that of the Immortal Lord. Maybe it won't take many years before he can hope to become the Supreme Immortal Lord.
"Senior, since you want to kill me and I have no choice, please do it!"
Ye Fan waved his hands, as if he was at a loss.
But secretly, he was prepared, ready to use all kinds of killer tricks at the bottom of the box.
Even if you risk serious injury, you must find a way to escape.
Seeing Ye Fan's behavior, Nanyu Tianmeifeng froze and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I think you are also a genius, so I will give you a chance!"
"Oh? What opportunity?" Ye Fan asked immediately.
"If you can survive with one strike from me, I will let you go!" Nan Yutian said.
"A sword?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, it's just a sword!" Nan Yutian nodded.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Ye Fan remained calm on the surface, but there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.
One sword determines life and death!
This is a great opportunity for Ye Fan, and he must seize it.
"snort!"
Nan Yutian just sneered, he could see Mark's inner joy.
But the reason why he proposed this bet was not to let Mark go, but on purpose...
Just like a cat after catching a mouse, it is not eager to eat it, but plays with it wantonly.
"Boy, it seems that you are very confident and are sure to take my sword?!" Nan Yutian asked with raised eyebrows.
"Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, of course you have to fight to know!" Ye Fan replied.
Ye Fan is very confident in his own strength. If he were to fight to the death, he would have almost no chance of winning against a strong man like Nan Yutian.
But if he wanted to kill himself with a sword, it would never be possible.
"Senior, draw your sword and let me experience your strength!"
Ye Fan said loudly, with his escort flag eager to try, waiting for how powerful Nan Yutian could deliver a sword.
The strongest opponent that Ye Fan fought before was similar to Donghuang Aotian, who was in the eighth level of transcending tribulation.
Although he had competed with Emperor Xia a long time ago, his cultivation was too weak after all, and Emperor Xia did not use all his strength at all.
Now that I have met a true immortal who transcends the ninth level of tribulation, it is an opportunity to prove my martial arts.
"I have been here for many years, and I have never seen such a crazy monk! Could it be that... you despise this sword of mine?" Nan Yutian scolded sternly.
"Senior, you are joking. You are a top expert. How could I look down on you? However, I am confident in defending against this sword. Please don't forget your promise!" Ye Fan said.
"Hmph! I haven't drawn my sword yet, do you really think you will win? Watch your moves!"
Nan Yutian felt angry, then he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly drew the sword.
The speed with which he drew the sword was not very fast, but it implied the truth of heaven.
The next moment, something incredible happened——
It was obvious that Nan Yutian was right in front of Ye Fan, but his aura seemed to have disappeared and could not be captured at all. It seemed as if he had jumped out of the Five Elements and was not in the Three Realms.
"How can this be!"
Ye Fan's face changed wildly and his mind was shocked.
Monks at this level do not rely on their naked eyes to capture sword moves at all, but rely on their spiritual consciousness. They first need to lock onto the opponent's aura.
Now that even the breath has disappeared, how can Ye Fan judge the opponent's position?!