Chapter 2113

2113

At the same time, in the courtyard of Asgard Palace.

Seeing that Ye Fan ignored him and continued to chase Ji Wen, Bei Moting frowned.

Although most of the time, Cup Moting has no intention of fighting for anything, but as a swordsman, he is eager to fight at this time!

"Your Excellency Sword God! Since you ignore it, don't blame Bei for meddling!"

Cup Mo stopped at the foot of the building, and the Green Snake Sword brought out a long and colorful sword intent, stabbing suddenly!

"Drunk as a song!!"

A series of circular ripples rapidly expanded, like countless sound waves, howling towards Ye Fan!

This move strengthened Zui Huayin's "wine power" again, and it was obviously attacking Ye Fan's weakness!

Ye Fan tilted his cup coldly and didn't stop to take a look. He raised his right hand, and a black flame sword intent quickly condensed in his hand!

Under the action of the ultimate sword intent, this black flame was extremely compressed, and then exploded instantly!

"boom!!--"

The black flame fireball ejected a destructive flame in one direction!

The deafening explosion sound directly sent Bei Mo Ting and his sword intent flying backwards! !

A black flame beam with a devastating shock wave shattered the two huge jade pillars in the Immortal Palace! ?

Seeing this scene, a group of powerful people in the holy realm backed away in fright!

If there were one or two people standing behind Bei Moting, they would have disappeared just now! !

Obviously the scene is so dangerous, but the saints are eager to watch this battle!

Shocking! Weep ghosts and gods! Let the saints feel trembling all over! Nervous and overwhelming!

In the long corridor of the Immortal Palace, half of Bei Moting's body was killed by the black flame sword intent, and half of his face was burnt black!

But he still supported himself with the Green Snake Sword and stood up!

even! A hearty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth!

"As expected of... the emperor-level sword intent... that's right..." Bei Mo stopped with a disfigured face, and smiled maniacally, as if muttering to himself.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to him, just stepped on his feet, and his body flew into the air!

The dragon scale sword wings spread out, and Ye Fan's speed increased again. Holding the giant sword in both hands, he charged straight at Ji Wen!

Ji Wen, who had just been able to catch his breath, saw Ye Fan approaching, his face was ashen!

One way of playing the qin is the rhythm, focusing on spiritual cultivation, whether it is physical damage, speed or strength, it is not what Ji Wen is good at.

The current absolute speed and strength are not at advantage, and the mental attack is not enough to affect Ye Fan, so Ji Wen is naturally extremely passive!

Ji Wen gritted his teeth at this time, and simply stopped dodging, and just stepped back while playing rapidly!

"Brother Cup! I'm here to hold this devil! You come to kill!!"

He can only pin his hopes on Cup Mo Ting, and use his qin intent to hold Ye Fan back, forcing Ye Fan to make a loophole!

"The wind is surging!!"

Blasts of violent wind and fury!

"Firebird chasing the sun!!"

A huge phoenix screamed in the sky, and rushed towards Ye Fan with the wind!

"The cold river and the moon are cold!!"

Another icy light curtain condensed directly in midair, blocking Ji Wen himself!

In a very short period of time, Ji Wen relied on his skillful playing techniques to compose three completely different pieces in one go!

Ye Fan looked at the gust of wind, the fire bird, and the mysterious ice light curtain behind him, but smiled contemptuously!

"Hold me? By you!?"

Ye Fan whirled in the air, and suddenly swung a black flame magic sword tens of meters long with the giant black flame sword in his hand!

Gale, Firebird, and Xuanbing all collapsed in an instant!

Ye Fan continued to sprint unabated, and he had already arrived in front of Ji Wen!

Ji Wen's eyes widened, he never thought that his piano intent would appear so weak in front of Ye Fan's sword intent! ?

"Don't...don't kill..."

Before Ji Wen finished speaking, Ye Fan's right hand had already slapped him on the head neatly!

"Boom!"

A cloud of blood exploded, and Ji Wen's headless corpse fell from the sky!

A solid primordial spirit flew out of it!

Ye Fan grinned evilly, and a burst of sword intent and demonic flames suddenly spread from his body!

"ah!--"

The spreading magic flame directly burned Ji Wen to death!

Seeing this scene, all the saints couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies, and the same thought appeared in their minds at the same time—Xiangong, the sky is going to change!

"Ha ha ha ha!!--"

Suddenly, Bei Moting, who still had burns on his body and looked ferocious, burst out laughing wildly!

"What an emperor-level sword intent! What a sword with the heart demon! Beimou died here today, and this life is not in vain!!"

Jiu Jianxian swayed, as if he was really drunk, and the Green Snake Sword in his hand seemed to be a little unsteady!

However, as he walked towards Ye Fan's position step by step, the gorgeous drunken flower Yin sword intent on his body gradually showed a drunken red halo...

At the same time, Jiu Jianxian's eyes also changed from clear to cloudy, with bloodshot eyes that only appear after drunkenness...

A much more condensed sword intent pressure than before emerged on him!

"Not good! Everyone retreat quickly! One move of Brother Cup's 'Drunken Self Sword' will bring disaster to us!!" Yao Weixian reminded loudly.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by him, many saint-level powerhouses who have known Bei Moting for a long time have already quickly dodged and dodged away!

"Alcohol doesn't make you drunk...you get drunk..."

Cup Mo Ting's drunken eyes suddenly showed a wild and unruly look, like a drunken ghost who has countless emotions to vent after drunk, and finally found an outlet! !

"ah!!--"

Roaring with anger, Bei Mo Ting held the Green Snake Sword like a living thing, and the vines surged like blood vessels, and they became thicker by a large portion!

It was no longer a mental attack to get the opponent drunk, this time, all of Bei Moting's sword intent was concentrated on himself!

With a roar like howling ghosts and wolves, Bei Moting's body speed and strength increased greatly, and he jumped directly in front of Ye Fan!

Bei Moting slashed with his sword, cutting Ye Fan's face!

With a sneer on Ye Fan's face, he crossed his sword without hesitation!

"Boom!——"

The two sword intents of darkness and splendor exploded violently in mid-air and spread out two shock waves, shocking some Duotian monks who hadn't run far enough to almost vomit blood!

Ye Fan's figure stepped back a meter, while Bei Moting was shaken back several meters!

But even so, the saints still stared in surprise, showing surprise!

No matter what, this time Cup Mo Ting was finally not completely crushed, but had the strength to fight! ?

The bearded man snapped his tongue: "Brother Cup's drunkenness is really powerful...this level of sword intent can block it!?"

"In terms of combat power, Ji Wen's Qin Yi can't compare with Jian Yi at all, I'm afraid Brother Cup will have a chance to fight the Sword God..."

"Although it's only a heaven-level sword intent, Brother Cup was once the king of a country. With the help of 'drunk self', he should be able to fight with the real emperor's sword intent..." Yao Wei first stroked his beard.

"But the sky level is the sky level, and the emperor level is the emperor level. Can a fake emperor beat a real dragon?" Phillips murmured.

"What brother Cup wants is probably a chance to fight with the emperor's sword intent with all his strength. He has long looked down on life and death..." Beast Saint smiled wryly.

Amid the words of the saints, Bei Moting had already fallen into a magic barrier, his eyes were full of excitement and frenzy, and he launched a fierce attack on Ye Fan!