Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Jian Wushuang hit the cliff in front of him, his body was even more tattered, leaving a large amount of blood on the cliff.

A loud noise also sounded at this moment.

The valley opened, and the cliff gates separated on both sides, revealing a vast cave.

Ye Fan's eyes were blazing, he walked like a dragon, grabbed Jian Wushuang, and headed towards the cave.

This is a blessed place, the energy inside is gushing out, and the holy brilliance is blazing, like the golden crow's habitat.

The gorgeous and dazzling light flows, and the fragrance of jelly grass wafts.

Sword Saint Cave Heaven!

This is the name of Mount Shu for this place. It is the habitat of sword immortals in Shushan.

You must know that this is the age of the end of the Dharma, the world is lacking, and the laws are incomplete.

For monks, this is a desperate question.

Now there is such a pure land in Shushan.

This alone is enough to call it a cave.

Ye Fan's battle armor was stained with blood, and there were dangers everywhere, but he walked firmly, holding Jian Wushuang, and walked towards the cave.

Ye Fan at this moment is strong and domineering, decisive and resolute.

There is a unparalleled fighting spirit on his body, shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

Although Jian Wushuang was seriously injured and his body was broken, he was still smiling.

With that smile and blood on his face, his appearance was terrifying, and he said insanely: "You are very strong, but I still want to kill you and your relatives and friends."

clap clap!

Hearing this, Ye Fan glanced at him coldly, held him with one hand, and then slapped him twice with his backhand.

The applause was crisp and frightening, and there were divine lines shining in the palms.

Bang!

Jian Wushuang flew out again, and such a terrifying force slapped him.

As a result, Jian Wushuang cut through the sky like a meteor and hit the cliff.

Even the mountain body was rumbling and shaking, leaving behind a large amount of blood, and there were also spider-like cracks.

Jian Wushuang fell close to the cliff and fell at the foot of the mountain, his injuries were shocking.

I have to say that Jian Wushuang is indeed very powerful.

If it were someone else, facing Ye Fan's attack, his body would have already exploded and turned into blood mist.

Ye Fan's strength is so strong that one slap is enough to smash a mountain.

Jian Wushuang is known as a sword lunatic, he has been extremely strong since he practiced Taoism, and he is crazy for the way of swordsmanship.

He has cultivated several immeasurable supernatural powers and immortal arts of the Shushan Sword School, with tyrannical combat power and a strong physical body, comparable to the golden body of an Arhat.

Hundreds of years ago, he had cultivated the Wuliang Sword Body, one of the highest supernatural powers in Shushan.

Not to mention anything else, the sword body alone is enough for Jian Wushuang to be unscrupulous.

Chapter 1788 Infinite Sword Body, Immortal!

"My flesh and blood were broken, and I was vomiting blood. What a surprise!"

Jian Wushuang laughed at himself, as if he was not only in danger of his own safety.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, he couldn't sell a single step, the gust of wind suddenly blew up, and if it was thunderous, it would travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, and he could easily come to Jian Wushuang.

With a bang, a fist blasted out, like a blue dragon exploring the clouds, the bombardment made the void tremble and twist.

This punch hit Jian Wushuang's chest, like a divine sword, hitting him against the cliff again.

Ye Fan's arms were tense, pressing against Jian Wushuang's chest without moving away.

"Come again, if you can't beat me to death, you're a coward, if you survive, I'll destroy everything about you in this world..."

Jian Wushuang coughed up blood and laughed wildly, covered in blood, looking extremely hideous.

"I've never seen such a request, it's really cheap!"

Ye Fan sneered, and punched out with a punch, driving the mighty power of the sword realm.

It landed directly on Jian Wushuang's chin, with a click, and the sound of bone cracking was crisp and piercing.

Jian Wushuang spurted blood, and his teeth fell out with blood.

This punch is enough to blow Xuxian's body to explode.

However, Jian Wushuang is comparable to Xiaoqiang, still alive, sneering sternly.

Behind him, Zou Baiyue was wearing a water-green fairy robe, with three thousand black hair fluttering, and his big eyes were bright and energetic.

She once again raised the Shuihan Immortal Sword in her hand, pointed at Ye Fan's back, and released her powerful fighting spirit.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head, feeling the violent killing intent, which was locking on to him.