Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

The Feng Shui master carried his hands on his back, his body was full of yin, and he was very arrogant.

It seemed that he could really kill Ye Fan without breaking a sweat.

Chapter 71 Breaking through all methods, pressing and beating!

"Shh!"

The black-robed old man held a Yin Talisman.

"Whoa!"

In an instant, the surrounding Yin Qi gathered and condensed into reality, and the black air flowed like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, the black airflow condensed into a black skull.

"Woooo..."

There was a gloomy wind blowing between the heavens and the earth, and there was a mournful whimper, and the black skull opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, sorcerer, but also want to help himself?

Grandpa Ren turned into an iron corpse, and he could rub himself against the ground. What was the mere sorcery?

What's more, after the battle with Mr. Ren, he has rich experience in battles.

Coupled with the system upgrade, the use of merit to add points, the cultivation base has skyrocketed, the strength has skyrocketed, and the blood and yang energy have soared.

Then there is no fear of sorcery!

"Boom!"

Ye Fan was shocked and stomped his right foot on the ground.

Like a fierce tiger coming out of the mountain, the ground shook, and then, Ye Fan's qi and blood flowed like a brook, and the qi and blood oscillated, and the released true qi burned to the extreme.

"boom!"

The huge rebound force on the ground made Ye Fan bounce.

The muscles of the whole body burst out with terrifying power in an instant, one hundred and eight iron bones rattled loudly, humming and roaring, as if the thunder was low and whistling, and the continuous force erupted.

The collapse fist blasted out, hitting the skull heavily.

The two touched, and in an instant, Ye Fan's collapse fist erupted with vast blood and infuriating qi, intertwined and collided with the rich yin qi emanating from the ferocious and terrifying skull.

The sound of zizi la la sounded, as if a soldering iron was scorching meat, and thick blue smoke was overflowing.

The skull head was attached to Jiuyang's infuriating energy, burning and igniting the seedlings.

Immediately, Ye Fan shook his fist, and the power of Wan Jun exploded, hitting the skull, and the sound of sonorous sound was incessant.

Sparks splashed, cracks appeared in the skull, and it was shaken by Ye Fan's collapse fist, shaking violently, and there was a faint trend of collapse.

The huge anti-shock force made Ye Fan take a few steps back and stabilize his body.

"How can your qi and blood be so tyrannical that it can resist yin qi?" The arrogance on the face of the black-robed old man disappeared, replaced by a look of panic.

I thought that Ye Fan was just an ordinary martial arts master, and under his sorcery, he could be destroyed by raising his hand.

However, the reality was slapped in the face, and the skull he cast was actually sent flying by a punch, and it was about to collapse.

Ye Fan didn't have time to pay attention to the mood of the black-robed old man. He stepped forward again, and the black-robed old man hurriedly manipulated the skull and slaughtered it towards Ye Fan.

Twenty meters!Ten meters!five meters...

When the skull exuding black qi approached Ye Fan less than a meter, Ye Fan carried the qi and blood all over his body to stimulate the true qi in his limbs.

Suddenly punched, crashed!

I saw the shadow of the fist in the sky, falling on the skull like raindrops.

In a few breaths, Ye Fan punched one hundred and eight punches abruptly!

Every punch carries the power of ten thousand, one hundred and eight iron bones, providing a steady stream of terrifying power.

His fist hit the blow, falling densely, and bombarding exactly the same place.

"Crack!"

After one hundred and eight punches, the skull was flaming, and it could no longer withstand Ye Fan's indiscriminate bombardment, and the cracks were dense.

"Pfft!"

The black-robed old man's blood was surging, and he suffered backlash. He spurted blood without money, and his face quickly turned pale.

"why?"

"Why is that?"

The black-robed old man was unwilling to question.

Ye Fan didn't answer, his footsteps swayed, and with a whistling sound, he came to the black-robed old man, suddenly collapsed his fist, the air was torn apart, the air waves rolled, and there was a faint sound of muffled thunder in the sound of dragons and tigers.

His fists slammed into the cracked skulls like a hammer, and with a bang, the skulls exploded, turning into yin qi and blasting around like high-pressure steam.

The black-robed old man was also blasted twenty meters away by Ye Fan's iron fist, smashed to the ground heavily, and with a puff, he spurted blood again.

His chest collapsed, several ribs were broken, and the shirt on his back was shattered, and a fist mark the size of a bowl appeared.