My Cold and Beautiful Wife

Even if Ye Fan's steps were slow, even if Ye Fan didn't have much strength left, this time, facing a strong enemy, Ye Fan was more confident than ever!

He held the white bone sword in his hand and locked his gaze on Skellian.

Although Skerriton didn't feel any true energy or energy fluctuations, he didn't know why, but he always felt that he was being closely watched by Ye Fan.

It was like a rabbit that was being looked down upon by a giant eagle in the sky.

Skerriton did not dare to be careless. With a wave of his staff, streams of dark green flames began to ignite on the ground!

"Hellfire!"

This type of Undead Flame could deal immense damage to a person's mind. Although the temperature was not high, it was very lethal.

Ye Fan's mind constantly flashed with the various exquisite techniques of the ancient sword technique. Combined with the dozens of famous sword techniques that he had already mastered himself, in a short period of time, some of the most basic sword techniques were becoming more and more clear in his mind!

The sword in Ye Fan's hand drew an arc for a month and a half. The blade was horizontally placed, and it pressed down heavily!

It was as if an enormous hand had pressed down heavily on a mountain!

"Boom!"

When the ground felt the sword intent, it shook heavily! It was as if something was covering him!

An oppressive sword intent had extinguished all of the Hellfire on the ground!

"This... How was this possible!? What sword technique is this!? "

Skerriton cried out in alarm. He felt as if he had seen a ghost! Without any Zhen Qi, without any sword qi, how in the world did Ye Fan do it, how did he make the Hellfire extinguish?!

Ye Fan's heart was filled with the fury of revenge. He couldn't wait to chop this guy into eight pieces, then burn his bones and scatter his ashes. How could he have the heart to tell this guy that he used a "sword pressure"?

The sword pressure emphasized the word "suppress", using the sword's characteristics to suppress the sword intent of a local attack!

It sounded simple and easy to understand, but the requirement to use this move in such a shocking manner was extremely high.

The coordination of every muscle, the control of every inch of strength, and the timing of swinging the sword were all very subtle states.

Ancient martial arts were the same. The strength of the ancient martial arts was not determined by the ancient martial arts itself, but by the person who used it!

Ye Fan also realized that the biggest benefit he would get from training his body was that his body could clearly sense any ancient martial arts that he had to achieve.

When this sword was pushed down, Ye Fan's concentration reached its peak. Borrowing the aggressive aura of wanting to completely crush his opponent's qi and energy, he mobilized the muscles, joints, and every nerve in his body, perfectly coordinating with each other, and allowed Ye Fan to smoothly use this sword pressure!

He then executed the sword skill itself, a type of sword intent that he had to bring along. Naturally, this sword pressure was brought out!

Previously, Ye Fan was just unable to make good use of this power, and only thought of ruthlessly charging and punching and kicking.

But this time, after Ye Fan combined his sword intent with his own strength, he finally used his body's strength on the blade!

Having inherited thousands of years of ancient martial arts, as well as the wisdom of countless ancestors, Ye Fan had actually thought that his own self-created training system had already surpassed the wisdom behind these moves, and could completely break away from the ancient martial arts, becoming a school of its own.

Now that he thought about it, Ye Fan felt incomparably ashamed! These masters who had invented the ancient martial arts, their state of mind was actually far beyond Ye Fan's imagination!

"I don't want to believe that you can break through the formation!?"

Skerriton was infuriated. He quickly waved his staff and cast three Necromancy spells in quick succession.

"Whirlpool of Death!"

"Corpse poison puppet!"

"Netherworld Flame!"

The three corpse poison puppets were filled with poisonous gas and madly ran towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was not afraid at all. As long as he could avenge his woman, even if it was Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild, he would not hesitate to charge in!

The current him, with a single sword in hand, was slaying ghosts and slaying gods!

Looking at the mass of wailing undead magic in front of him, he slightly stepped back with one foot and pulled back the sword. The sword drew a high semicircle arc in the air as it cleaved down!

As the sword slashed down, it was as if a mountain range had been split open. The air produced a strong crackling sound as the menacing vortex of death in front of him was directly split apart!

At this time, Ye Fan did a somersault in the air and the Netherworld Flame fell down from the sky.

The white bone sword in Ye Fan's hand swiped horizontally, and all the Netherworld Flame was blocked, with no effect at all!

Seeing his three sets of moves being broken by Ye Fan in one go, Skerriton was extremely surprised!

One had to know that the previous Ye Fan, even if it was a whirlpool of death, would still cause a lot of trouble.

In fact, even Ye Fan himself was very surprised. When he first fought against the bronze sword artist, the ancient sword techniques that the bronze man used were not as powerful as the ones that he used now.

The reason was very likely because of Ye Fan's physical condition, which was even stronger than the bronze man. After all, the bronze man was not a real person, so even if his strength was very strong, in areas such as his muscles and joints, it was very difficult to perfectly describe the sword intent.

Ye Fan realized one thing, it seems that his path of training his body was actually not wrong. It's just that he didn't find a good method to truly release his strength.

Even though he was just breaking up, he was only using brute force. He thought he had concentrated his power, but there was a huge gap between them.

Thinking about it, how could his wisdom be comparable to that of a thousand years old master!?

Ye Fan had already made up his mind. If he could survive today, he would have to thoroughly study ancient martial arts.

Of course, living or not was not important. What he wanted to do the most right now was to avenge his wife!

Ye Fan turned his head and once again walked towards Skerriton. Although this corpse poison wasn't enough to take his life, but to use an ancient martial art, it still required a lot of physical strength. Otherwise, pure sword intent wouldn't be enough to achieve such a strong effect.

He felt that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He didn't have much energy left, so he had to finish this battle quickly! Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.