puff!

The black momentum was unstoppable, with traces of blood and circles of black light rippling around the body, which actually penetrated the sword energy protective layer around Wushuang.

What Yang Fan dared not do actually made it easy to do.

This black line is weird and domineering, with speed, attack and defense reaching an incredible level.

Wushuang's eyes condensed, and his palms waved, slapped out a craziness of sword energy with storm waves, fighting with the black snake.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang...

One snake and one man were fighting in the void.

Yang Fan stood in the distance to control the black snake, and let the black snake entangle Wushuang.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he seized the time to recover his lost mana and trauma.

At the same time, he also secretly evaluated the black snake's ability.

Finally, he came to a conclusion that the black snake's strength had at least reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

Due to its special material, its defense is extremely powerful and can compete with Wushuang in a short period of time.

However, Yang Fan also understood that the reason why the mysterious black whip produced such power was because his own essence and blood could not last long.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan's magic trick changed, and the fused green bricks pressed towards Wushuang from a high altitude.

At the same time, the black snake cooperated.

Wushuang resisted with a sharp and rapid pace and hit the ground from the air.

As soon as it landed on the ground, Yang Fan appeared several feet behind him, waved his hand and summoned the iron-armored puppet out.

"superior!"

Yang Fan controlled the iron armored puppet to attack Wushuang.

In this way, there were black whips entangled in the vicinity, iron armored puppets attacked behind them, and huge blue bricks suppressed in the sky.

Being besieged by these three, Wushuang fell into a disadvantage.

However, relying on his own strength to manipulate these three things, he has reached Yang Fan's limit, and he cannot participate, unless he gives up one of them.

Although Wushuang has terrible strength, he also feels cowardly in his heart in a short period of time.

"Hmph, this is the method of the cultivator..."

Yang Fan sneered secretly.

The power of immortal cultivators comes from various magical powers, magic weapons and magic weapons.

He doesn't have to take action himself, but he is better than thousands of troops and horses. He travels around the nine heavens with his immortal skills and looks down at the ants under his feet.

Immortality is just the ultimate goal that is beyond reach.

Strength and supernatural powers are the more direct benefits in the eyes of most monks.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan immediately activated the three creatures and launched a stormy attack on Wushuang.

A trace of evil spirit flashed between Wushuang's eyebrows, the "sword" in his eyes suddenly trembled, and the sword energy shield around him suddenly shook and exploded.

Yang Fan's eyes sterned and felt something was wrong.

Crane —

A cold light flashed, and Wushuang drew out the sword.

A loud and crisp sword chant sounded across the heaven and earth, and the invisible sword energy broke through the sky of the nine heavens, and the rolling dark clouds were dispersed.

A trace of thunder and lightning hit him and actually merged with the power of the sword.

At this moment, the world was dark, and all the brilliance was concentrated in the peerless sword that seemed to come from the eternal period.

Huh--

A three-meter-long sword light, carrying the power of the surrounding space, accompanied by the power of the lightning and lightning in the sky and the earth, slashed down with a bang.

Click!

The iron-armored puppet was cut into two pieces, and then burst open, and fragments flew everywhere.

The black snake screamed, restored its original appearance, turned into a mysterious black whip, and returned to Yang Fan's hand.

The giant bricks above the head were bombarded by lightning and separated alively, and fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

Wushuang's face was pale and followed the power of the sword and slashed the last sword at Yang Fan.

He himself understood that this was the last sword, and after slashing it out, he no longer had the strength.

Yang Fan was instantly suppressed by a wave of burning boats, gathering the power of heaven and earth and the momentum of the ancient swordsmanship.

The last sword determines the outcome.

Yang Fan accumulated all the demonic energy that was left in his body, and the dark black light and mist around him suddenly rose.
Chapter completed!