super unscrupulous student

Human desire is indeed the original sin.

Zhuo Yifan sighed secretly, he was already familiar with this kind of method, the complete routine, there is no need to deliberately act the other party to be fooled.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

He Ruisheng was about to go crazy, he sprayed three mouthfuls of blood in a row, the sword array suddenly became more powerful, and the attack Biao shot was directly [-]% stronger.

These three mouthfuls of blood consumed his lifespan, one mouthful of 100 years, and together they exploded. He believed that even if he was a true demon, he would have to shed his skin.

Zhuo Yifan smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it a little too late to go all out now? You can't live for a few years, and you dare to burn your life. It seems that you are also desperate. But your value is just like that."

After figuring out the essence of the opponent's sword formation, He Ruisheng is of little value to Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan's body sank suddenly, and he went straight into the ground.

In this land, there is actually a sword intent, which is the range of the opponent's attack.

But Zhuo Yifan's body suddenly became pale, and he directly merged into the barrier.

He Ruisheng was shocked, he suddenly found that he had lost Zhuo Yifan's aura.

How can this be?

This is in his enchantment, and all changes in his breath are under his control, how could he lose his breath?

Could it be that Zhuo Yifan left the barrier without anyone noticing?

This is simply impossible, even if it is a real devil, don't even think about breaking through the air without disturbing the master.

Of course, he never imagined that the Devil's Heart is so magical that it can simulate and transform any aura.

Zhuo Yifan transformed at this moment, directly becoming a part of the opponent's sword intent. From He Ruisheng's point of view, Zhuo Yifan is a sword in his sword array, a sword energy, of course it is impossible to think that this is Zhuo Yifan .

Of course, this is also because the devil's heart has finally fully figured out the nature of He Ruisheng's energy during the successive battles, so this effect has been achieved, which is still very difficult to achieve under normal circumstances.

Zhuo Yifan got out of the sword array, suddenly waved his hands, and directly launched the sword formula.

boom!

Zhuo Yifan's flaming sword domain suddenly burst open, turning into countless flaming sword qi, flying in all directions.

In that situation, it was like a flower of flame was blooming.

Under the violent shock, He Ruisheng's lore-killing sword formation immediately shook.

The magnitude of these two forces is completely beyond the tolerance of the Mahayana period.

He Ruisheng uttered a scream, and his body made a popping sound, and he was directly shot into a sieve by the backlash of the sword energy.

The two sword formations seemed about to be annihilated at the same time.

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan broke through the ground, with his hands wide open, swords rained out from his fingers, and instantly turned into a huge sword net, which directly engulfed this frenzied area.

"No...impossible, you...you actually devoured my sword array?"

He Ruisheng couldn't believe his eyes, and let out a terrific cry.

The rain of swords all over the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Where the two sword formations collided violently, there was a dead silence.

Zhuo Yifan stretched out his hand and turned in the void, 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 smug smile.

"Swallowing Sword Intent really deserves its reputation. He Ruisheng, I said earlier that any of your actions are meaningless. Now, your natal Sword Intent has been swallowed by me. What else do you use to fight me?"

How can He Ruisheng be so miserable at this moment?

His whole body was soaked in blood, covered with dense blood holes. Although he was recovering constantly, 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've never heard of someone who can devour other people's sword intent, except for the sword-eating madman ten thousand years ago. What is your relationship with him?"

Zhuo Yifan was a little surprised: "You actually know about the Sword Devourer?"

"Sword Devourer is the top master of the demon clan in the past. He is ferocious and tyrannical. He takes pleasure in devouring other people's sword intent. So you are his descendant. No wonder you are so cruel." There was a trace of despair in He Ruisheng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The devil is here In the past, I killed the ancestors of my He family, and this time, God helped me, Zhuo Yifan, I want to die with you."

Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly: "It's already the end of the battle, and you want to die with me, it's a big joke."

"Although I don't have the strength and confidence to kill you, I still have one last move. The self-destruction of a peak master in the Mahayana period, unless you are a demon cultivator, you will definitely die."

Zhuo Yifan chuckled, and said helplessly: "People from the demon clan are troublesome, and if they disagree with each other, they blew themselves up. Don't they just want to live? However, the threat of a child like blew up is useless to me. Blast one for me to see?"

Zhuo Yifan was really not afraid of the enemy's self-detonation, not to mention that the Xuanwu Divine Armor now had a protective power comparable to that of a real immortal, and he could still use the Nether Tower to resist it. No matter how powerful the self-destruction was, it would be impossible to destroy a world.

He Rui was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he blew himself up.

But in the next second, his whole body was icy cold, and he looked forward in horror, unable to say a word.

On his chest, a section of the sword tip appeared in shock, but no blood flowed out.

He felt that all his blood essence was being absorbed by the sword, including strength, blood essence 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 a lot of evil, it's better not to have a next life."

Zhuo Yifan didn't have the slightest psychological burden on such an evil devil who used 10 people to make alchemy at every turn.

The Soul Devouring Demon Sword sucked it greedily, and soon He Ruisheng turned into a pile of dry bones.

bump!

Zhuo Yifan kicked down the tower, and the bones immediately turned into fly ash. At the same time, the barrier burst like a punctured blister.

Zhuo Yifan's body appeared in the hall.

"You...how did you come out? Where is my ancestor? Did you kill him?" In the hall, He Qiancheng almost fainted from fright when he witnessed this scene.

At this moment, He Binu has led the family masters and He Bi is engaged in a life-and-death battle. He Qiancheng, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, has been hiding in the hall, waiting for the result of the battle.

In his opinion, it must be a certainty that the ancestor wants to deal with Zhuo Yifan. You must know that there is a difference in level between the two.

But the fact is that Zhuo Yifan is safe and sound, and his ancestor has been turned into ashes.

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him indifferently, and with a casual finger, a magic seal flew out, covering him directly, imprisoning him.

"Please, don't kill me. I'm just a small person. All decisions are made by the elders."

He Qiancheng was so frightened that he cried like a ghost.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Zhuo Yifan didn't even need to look at him, but the next sentence directly made him faint: "Because there are people who want to kill you by themselves a thousand times more than I do."