Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

The divine pattern flowed all over his body, like a divine fire jumping and burning.

The two old men shook their heads, and one of them pulled Zou Baiyue to tell her not to be impulsive.

The other old man firmly held the sharp and bright fairy sword in Zou Baiyue's hand.

"Hey, Jian Wushuang is eager to win, but he is still crazy, so don't interfere."

Hearing the soft warning from his ear, Zou Baiyue was surprised and puzzled.

"This is the Shushan Sword School. Are we going to watch it fall? Jian Wushuang is a madman, he wants to step out of the road to immortality in the madness."

An old man lowered his voice and explained like this.

"Ye Fan, you are very strong, but if you don't take good care of your demon master and come to my Shu Mountain, you will humiliate yourself. This is the biggest mistake."

"Do you think this is a place for you to play wild? Hehe, golden immortals will be afraid of coming here, and real immortals will pretend to be quails when they come here."

Jian Wushuang shot out a scarlet tongue, licking the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, lost his teeth, and spoke a little leaky.

Ye Fan remained silent and looked at him quietly.

Jian Wushuang chattered endlessly: "If you want to destroy me in Shushan, you must destroy me first, otherwise you will have no chance later."

Without saying a word, he slapped him away.

This ear scraper slapped Jian Wushuang's cheekbones into pieces, his head almost burst like a watermelon, and he was seriously injured.

There is no doubt that Shushan's supreme sword body is extremely against the sky, and it can still survive such a violent attack.

In fact, Ye Fan had spare energy and did not kill him.

He didn't want Jian Wushuang to die now, he wanted to find out what happened to the mother and daughter of the Zou family, so that Jian Wushuang could save his life.

"Go on! Aren't you awesome? It's me! Don't be like a bitch who hasn't eaten, so gentle, I can't care for you."

Jian Wushuang grinned with a mouth full of blood, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, but he didn't care.

At this time, Jian Wushuang's whole body was glowing, and countless divine patterns were densely covered. It was the magic circle imprinted in the flesh and blood exploding, releasing mysterious and unpredictable power to repair his physical body.

Chapter 1789 Infinite Sword Body, Immortal!

"You're really a fucking scumbag!" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, and decided to meet his request and hold him in his hands.

It landed on his stomach with a bang, sending it flying horizontally.

There were clicks one after another, Jian Wushuang's breastbone burst, and the white bone stubble pierced through the flesh, dripping blood.

However, the more so, Jian Wushuang's body became more radiant, and his breath did not weaken.

The immeasurable sword body is enough to crush everything. It is the condensation of immortal power and sword energy, and then the embodiment of tempering the body to the extreme.

Like a tempered divine sword, the so-called immortal sword body will not be damaged even if it dies.

The body of the immeasurable sword is comparable to the golden body of Arhat, and it has been deduced to the extreme, eternal and immortal.

Jian Wushuang pushes the world across the world, relying on the Wuliang sword body.

Almost invincible, defeated many opponents, faintly has the power of the first person in the imaginary fairyland.

Because of this, both sides of Jian Wu could withstand Ye Fan's bombardment again and again, but he didn't fall to pieces, and he was still alive.

"Continue, the greater the strength, the more accurate it will be."

Jian Wushuang's face was distorted, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he roared frantically.

As his words fell, his shattered sternum glowed, and strands of mysterious power spilled out, covering the broken bones.

In that mysterious power, there is vitality, which gently wraps around his body.

Boom!

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and attacked violently, piercing through the light.

Click!

Many bones in Jian Wushuang's body were broken and became fragments, which seemed difficult to reassemble and heal.

This kind of boxing power is almost invincible at the same level.

After all, if it were someone else, it would be impossible to crush the Wuliang sword body, let alone continuously shatter the bones like fairy gold.

"Haha, I can't die. If you have the ability, you continue. If you delay for a long time, you will be unlucky."

"Hey, my countless masters in Shushan, I'm afraid I'm about to leave the customs, and I won't be waiting to be beaten like I am."

Jian Wushuang is a madman, his eyes exude bewitching blood, and his white hair is blood-stained, terrifying.

"as you wish."

Ye Fan sneered, his words were like knives.

The flesh fist is shining brightly, the divine pattern is flowing, and the Heavenly Emperor Fist is displayed.

Just a light drop made Jian Wushuang's body crackle and his bones burst.

But the more so, the more weird Jian Wushuang became.

After the bones all over his body were broken, even more secret power flowed out from the cracks in the bones, wrapping him layer by layer like a cocoon.