Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Immortal all the way, bleeding and drifting!

Seeing Ye Fan dressed in white, the [-] troops below were panicked.

They realize that this place will become a purgatory on earth.

This man came to kill!

"Who is he?"

In the capital, someone sighed.

But no one responded, but they all knew that this person should be a reinforcement on their side.

Everyone looked sideways and secretly guessed who in the Kyushu had such power.

Ye Fan's words shook the world.

On the battlefield, the sensation was indescribable!

Chapter 1515 Killing Nascent Soul Under the Immortal Artifact!

The people of the Kunlun faction did not do anything, just waited and watched.

The main reason is to teach Huang Taiji a lesson, let him understand, don't be half-hearted, the only one who can help you is me, Kunlun.

Huang Taiji lost his mind and said: "How is this possible, those are five thousand heavy cavalry!"

"Huang Taiji, didn't you take refuge in Kunlun as a running dog? Hurry up and let them get out, these so-called heavy armored cavalry and heavy armored infantry of fellow practitioners of martial arts, I can destroy them with a single stroke of my hand."

Looking at the devastated Huang Taiji, Ye Fan said calmly.

"I also ask Zhenjun Xuanyang to take action." Although Huang Taiji was embarrassed, he could only ask for help from the Kunlun disciples around him.

"Hmph!" Xuan Yang glanced at Huang Taiji, and warned with a cold snort: "Put away your crooked thoughts from now on, Kunlun is not something you can bully."

After speaking, Xuan Yang lost his eyes on the two juniors around him.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, let me try him."

After understanding, the young man in armor came out.

Ye Fan looked at this person and immediately saw through his cultivation.

Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivation base!

"The fit cultivator is indeed powerful, but a high cultivation level does not mean that he can win the victory. Today, I will let you see how powerful the immortal weapon is!"

With a bang, the young man soared into the sky.

A cold long knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Ye Fan together.

As the long knife was slashed out, the place where it touched was frozen with frost.

Between the sky and the earth, countless water vapors condensed, turned into ice knives and frost swords, gathered into an ice and snow storm, and blasted towards Ye Fan.

You know, it's a scorching summer day, and it's snowing heavily within a radius of ten miles.

It is enough to see the extraordinaryness of that long knife.

Just relying on the long knife to change the climate and burst out terrifying power, it can be seen that the long knife is indeed a semi-celestial weapon.

Seeing the changing scene in front of him, Ye Fan snorted coldly and struck out with a sword.

The sword-controlling light-splitting technique in Zhuxian Sword Art!

Immediately, the Immortal Execution Sword flashed streams of light, and the storm of sword light blasted towards the ice knife and frost sword storm.

Boom!

Terrifying forces collided with each other.

On the spot, the ice knife and frost sword collapsed and turned into ice and snow.

Swish!

Ye Fan's footsteps moved slightly, and in an instant, he approached the young man.

"Clang!"

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly raised his knife and chopped out.

Ye Fan slapped the cold long knife with his palm, and frost condensed on his body.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

It's just that before the smile had time to spread, the young man let out a muffled snort and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The arm holding the knife exploded, and the body flew thousands of meters across.

The long knife turned into a streamer, automatically protecting the lord, and a storm of ice and snow suddenly rose up in the sky, blocking Ye Fan.

Ye Fan braved the wind and snow, stepped forward step by step, unstoppable, and caught up with the young man in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fan's right palm burst into thunder, and he pressed the young man with his backhand.

"Clang!"

The blade of the long knife was facing upwards, suspended in the air, and pressed against Ye Fan's palm.