My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh, my, my … my … my … my … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your … your …!"

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At this moment, the Apocalypse Shakyamuni was also extremely alert. She did not understand, why Ye Fan's pressure suddenly increased by such a huge amount!?

This kind of power didn't seem like what this world should have. She had only felt this power from one person before …

"Impossible …" Impossible! I won't lose to someone from the Shen Long family again! "

The enraged Shakyamuni no longer cared about the people inside the Heavenly Book Shield.

"Die!"

Shockwaves of spiritual energy, thunder, fire, darkness, and all sorts of elemental energy shot out from the giant body of energy at the top of the tower like countless laser cannons!

Absolute suppression of energy, absolute competition of spear and shield, was the only way out!

A huge energy shockwave that was dozens of meters wide, as if it didn't need to condense at all, arrived in front of Ye Fan in the blink of an eye!

Ye Fan's whole body was surrounded by a liquid sword intent, and he was waving the huge black sword in his hand, trying his best to resist the pain of the triple disintegration. Even though he felt that his bones would explode at any moment, his movements were not slow at all!

Right now, he had no time to think about techniques and tactics …

Ye Fan understood very clearly that he had not truly mastered the third stage of the disintegration, and had only relied on the recovery ability provided by the Spirit Enhancing Ganoderma, as well as his own head's force, to overdraft his body and display this kind of strength that did not even belong to him!

Therefore, he had to endure all the pain and finish the battle as quickly as possible!

Fortunately, such a battle of pure strength did not require any skill or technique. What was needed was speed, accuracy or ruthlessness. Every swing of the sword could cut through these shock waves in a compact manner!

"Boom!" BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! "Boom! …"

The tornado formed by the liquid sword intent provided him with a certain amount of damage reduction.

Fortunately, under the third disintegration state, Ye Fan borrowed the strength of his physique and dragon flames to resist the attacks.

The crowd within the Heavenly Book Shield continuously retreated. They did not dare to approach too close, because the battlefield had truly become white-hot!

"Stop asking... No one could see clearly here … As long as the Guardian King continues to attack, the Sword God will not fall! "

From afar, the space outside the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda had already started to distort and tremble. Countless luxuriant-purple beams of light were being continuously released.

With a sword and a human, Ye Fan wasn't fighting with the Guardian King anymore, but with the entire planet's gathered energy!

Finally, after continuously swinging a hundred swords, Ye Fan suddenly exerted strength under his feet, and directly crossed a distance of over a hundred meters. The huge black sword cut through a shock wave, and fiercely stabbed into the energy ball!

With a dull explosion, the energy barrier around the ball of light began to violently tremble!

Under the light's illumination, Ye Fan's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was looking like a bloody man, his face twisted ferociously!

Ye Fan roared out in anger and pain, activating the liquid sword intent all over his body, wrapping himself and the huge black sword, just like a mad dragon, wanting to directly tear this light ball into pieces!

"Impossible …" "That's impossible!"

The Apocalypse Shakyamuni was extremely frightened, constantly using elemental magic and spiritual force to attack Ye Fan, attempting to blast Ye Fan away from the light ball.

But Ye Fan was like a nail, tenaciously nailing the ball of light, stabbing the huge sword inward!

"Lucifer!" The Apocalypse Shakyamuni screamed angrily, "You think you can beat me!? You're wrong! Only you will die a horrible death! "

Streams of sword intent were constantly being absorbed into the light ball. Although the light ball was no longer stable, the Shakyamuni forcefully controlled it and maintained its energy on the edge of not collapsing!

"Even if I can't kill you now, I can slowly wear you down! Don't forget, this is a spirit array with a planet as its benchmark! " Shakyamuni apocalypse laughed in a crazed manner.

Ye Fan's eyes almost popped out, he suddenly realized that he had been careless in one aspect!

It was just like a reservoir. When water was injected into it, it could also be drained. As long as not enough water was injected into it, the reservoir would not collapse!

After all, this gate to the starry sky required a tremendous amount of energy to open.

Although the power of Ye Fan's triple disintegration limit sword intent had already reached its peak in the Primal Chaos World, surpassing Duotian, it was still not enough to break through the limits of bearing the gate to the starry sky!

He … In the end, it was just one person, not an entire planet!

The longer this took, the harder it would be for Ye Fan to maintain his triple disintegration, and the harder it would be for him to stay awake...

Never before had Ye Fan wished for a punishment like this!

Regardless of whether it was yin thunder or yang thunder, as long as there was a powerful wave of energy, the Shakyamuni's final straw would be crushed!

If Sky Law came down, there might be a chance …

Ye Fan felt that he was gradually unable to hold on any longer. He abruptly clenched his teeth, pulled out his sword, and fell from the sky.

Everyone within the Heavenly Book Shield saw this scene, and a hint of despair appeared on their faces …

"Could it be... Even a Sword God like you is unable to destroy that portal!? " Everyone was unresigned.

"How could this be … Little Snow! Is this the scene you dreamt of? " Ling Yuwei asked with tears streaming down her face.

Just as everyone was at a loss as to what to do, the Shakyamuni was extremely excited.

"God of Swords?! Haha! So what if you're a Sword God!? You lost! You still lost to me! "Haha …"

The liquid sword intent on his body was like a ball of raging fire. It gradually extinguished and the hope gradually dimmed …

"People like to call me the God of Swords, but I have never known how to be called the God of Swords …

But... I am very certain that I know how to become a Sword Demon! "

When the man once again raised his head and looked at the gate of the starry sky, his eyes were already cold and pitch-black, like the deepest abyss of ice and the deepest night! Chapter error, point this report (registered free)