Chapter 1937: Sword-pulling and drawing!

In the sky, Ye Fan stood in the air and swept the ends of the world with his sword sweeping away.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

The field was silent, and the needles could be heard, and the silence was as if it was dead.

An incredible expression appeared on the faces of all the monks below, looking like they were terrifying.

Shocked!

An unprecedented shock!

It is difficult to describe their mood at this moment in words.

The shocking scene just now reached their imagination limits.

The dignified Supreme Elder, holding the Zhenwu Sword, was flying immortal from the sky, but he was killed by an unknown young man!

Although it was just the divine clone of the Supreme Elder, the power it carried was still incredibly powerful. Even the strong man of the Baidi City Lord would probably avoid the edge for the time being.

Ye Fan, but he did it!

Moreover, looking at Ye Fan's relaxed look, he seemed to have not shown all his strength and still had some reservations.

It took a long time before the monks in the field came to their senses and were amazed one by one:

"Today is really an eye-opener! There are such amazing people in the world!"

"Compared with those geniuses, it was like a world of difference, and they didn't even have enough to carry his shoes!"

"It's so evil that he can actually defeat the Supreme Elder of the Zhenwu Dao Sect. Could it be that the ancient immortal emperor was reborn?"

......

Hearing these amazing sounds, a strange smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.

He is indeed very strong now, but he is not that outrageous.

From an outsider's perspective, Ye Fan defeated the Supreme Elder with one sword, with his divine power and unparalleled in the world.

But in fact, Ye Fan has already used such a peerless magical power as "Sword of Wisdom" and found the flaws of the Feixian sword in an instant.

More importantly, this is just the divine clone of the Supreme Elder after all. If the deity came in person, Ye Fan would never be so relaxed. Even if he borrowed Mr. Wei's power and many killer moves, he might not be an opponent.

But no matter what, after this battle, Ye Fan became famous in Baidi City, and became a god-like existence in everyone's mind and inviolable.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, Ye Fan flashed and came to Meng Shaoling, with a look of disdain and said coldly: "What trump card do you have? Suppression, use all the reinforcements!"

Hearing this, Meng Shaoling's whole body stiffened, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes even more unconcealed panic and fear that penetrated his bones.

At first, Meng Shaoling didn't take Ye Fan seriously at all, forcibly stood up for his cousin, thinking that he could suppress Ye Fan easily.

Unexpectedly, the development of this situation was completely beyond his expectations.

First, the sky measuring ruler was taken off by the opponent, and then his uncle Wei Changkong was pulled away by a soul.

When the sword seal appeared and the Supreme Elder appeared, Meng Shaoling seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and was extremely excited.

As a result, all his hopes were now wiped out, and everything he was proud of was worthless in front of Ye Fan.

"thump!"

Suddenly, Meng Shaoling's knees softened, put down all his pride, knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Your Excellency, I was wrong. Please give me your best and spare me once!"

Ye Fan looked at him from a high point, and his sharp eyes slashed out like a sharp blade.

"Thorn!"

In the air, there are invisible sparks of lightning and light flashing.

Meng Shaoling's whole body was shocked, as if he was being shot by an electric shock, as if he was being targeted by the god of death, and his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of death.

In his opinion, Ye Fan was like a Shura Demon God at this moment, and his life was just in Ye Fan's thoughts.

......

"A murderer will always kill him! Meng Shaoling, if my strength is not as strong as you, I would have been killed by you long ago. Now you beg for mercy, it is not because of reform, but because of my strength! In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are prey on the weak. You won't not understand this principle, right? Since you have done something wrong, you must be punished!"

Ye Fan's voice was very plain, and the expression on his face did not change at all, but his eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent.

"No! Please don't kill me! I have a treasure in my hand that I can offer to you!" Meng Shaoling shouted loudly.

"What treasure? Take it out and take a look?"

Ye Fan said, but he was not very interested.

With his current vision, there are too few treasures in this world that can capture his Dharma eyes.

The measuring ruler is already one of the seven magic weapons of the Zhenwu Dao Sect, but Ye Fan has more than one similar treasure.

The Wuxiang Sword, the ancient spear, the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd...

Any one of them is enough to overload a single end of the sky ruler.

After looting the Wanlang Castle and the Jiaowang Palace, Ye Fan now owns hundreds of top-grade spiritual weapons, which are comparable to the collection of the Daxia royal family for thousands of years.

Under the strong pressure of death, Meng Shaoling did not dare to neglect any of it. With a thought, he immediately summoned a piece of black iron.

This black iron piece is completely different from the fragments of the Jidao Emperor's Soldier. It is the size of a palm, as if a certain ancient book is missing a large piece, not a complete version.

Its surface is dull and has no mysterious and lively breath.

Ye Fan observed for a long time but did not notice anything unusual.

Seeing Ye Fan's somewhat disappointed expression, Meng Shaoling quickly explained:

"Your Excellency, this black iron piece was found in an ancient ruin. Although it looks ordinary, it actually records a shocking sword magic power called "Swordsmanship of the Sky", which is even more powerful than the most powerful technique of our Zhenwu Taoist Sect! As long as you inject spiritual consciousness, you can practice it!"

"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "If this "Swordsmanship in the Sky" is as extraordinary as you said, then why don't you practice it yourself?"

"This..." Meng Shaoling looked shy and hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't! I'm so sluggish and have never been able to successfully cultivate the magical powers, but you are a genius and will definitely be able to successfully cultivate!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but become curious.

Meng Shaoling is at least the most genius in Baidi City and was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Dao Sect. His qualifications are beyond doubt.

How difficult should it be for a magical power that even he cannot practice?

In fact, Meng Shaoling did not lie, but concealed something.

After he got this black iron piece, he soon discovered that it recorded a peerless magical power and began to practice day and night.

However, he spent several years of hard work and did not slackew for a day, but he still failed to practice this magical power.

Later, Meng Shaoling presented this black iron piece to his master and other seniors of the master.

However, countless strong people in the entire Zhenwu Taoist Sect cannot practice that magical power.

In this way, everyone knows that the black iron sheet records a shocking magical power, but it cannot be successfully practiced.

This black iron slice is like chicken ribs. It tastes tasteless and it is a pity to throw away.

Meng Shaoling kept it with him, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Anyway, if you can't practice it yourself, you won't feel distressed if you can use it to redeem your life.

......

Ye Fan took the black iron piece, then left his soul and injected it into it.

"boom!"

In an instant, he felt his consciousness be sucked into the black iron sheet at once.

I don’t know how long it took, as if a century was so long, and as short as a second, Ye Fan’s consciousness came to a huge palace.

The palace is extremely majestic, with golden pillars and jade steps, and a mysterious gate jade screen. There are various bronzes placed inside. They should be products of ancient times. They have a simple style, with blue-black walls, solemn and deep.

At the forefront of the palace, there is a throne that is high above.

Above the throne, a man with a tall figure, dressed in black, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a crown on his head, but his face was blurred, making it impossible to see his appearance.

And his body emits a breath of abyss and prison, and there is a kind of godly majesty that looks down at all beings from a high place, bringing people a strong sense of oppression.

Even a peak strong man would instinctively feel respect when he saw him, just like seeing an insurmountable mountain.

The man in black-clad sword stood quietly on the throne, like the master of billions of creatures, revealing the supreme power to control the heaven, earth and the universe in every move, as if there was no existence in the world who could disobey him.

"This...is this a strong man at the level of the Immortal Lord?"

Ye Fan's heart was shocked.

He had met the Qingming True Immortal, the Xia Emperor Qin Yuan, and had also confronted the Wu Emperor's divine clone.

But in terms of power, these peak powerhouses who have survived the Nine Heavenly Tribulation seem to be inferior to the man in black on the throne.

It is obvious that the cultivation level of this man in black has surpassed the realm of tribulation and reached the peak.

"Old Wei, are you here? Do you recognize this strong man?"

Ye Fan tried to call Mr. Wei, but he could not get any response.
To be continued...