The blood-colored sword kept rushing over, pointing directly to Ye Fan's eyebrows, vowing to penetrate Ye Fan's eyebrows and kill Ye Fan here.

"roar……"

In the realm of despair, Ye Fan opened his arms, clenched his fists, roared to the sky, and activated the "Wan Ting Thunder Fighting Skills" with all his strength, causing the dark clouds to explode wildly. In the midst of the turbulence, purple thunder and lightning were cracked out, crystal clear and dazzling.

These lightnings were the divine thoughts emitted by Ye Fan's dark cloud soul. They were strong, sharp, fast, unrivalled, extremely powerful, penetrated through their bodies, burst out from their eyebrows, and burst into pieces, constantly colliding with the blood-colored sword.

"puff!"

Ye Fan's consciousness was drowsy and blood was gushing. The cracks between his eyebrows became bigger. The dark cloud soul was also cracking, blooming with an extremely dazzling colorful divine light.

At this moment, the blood-colored mist somehow suddenly became rich and violently more than once, and it was increasing rapidly, and it truly formed a tangible wave, hitting Ye Fan.

"Click!"

Ye Fan's body and soul crystal cracked at the same time, and countless terrible cracks appeared on his body, blood splattered and bones were scattered.

"roar……"

In a vague way, Ye Fan seemed to hear the roar of the demon soul, and was full of horror, as if he was a ghost, and as if the doomsday had come.

In the meantime, Ye Fan seemed to hear Shang's anxious call: "Ye Fan, wake up! Wake up! The immortal fighting spirit has erupted!"

Even though his consciousness was chaotic and his body was all painful, Ye Fan's mind was still shocked and he recovered a little consciousness.

In horror, Ye Fan looked up and saw endless blood-colored mist, thick like a sea of ​​blood, rushing down from above the head of the Saint's remains, like a mountain torrent, and also like a blood waterfall.

The blood-colored, viscous and rich almost turned black!
Chapter completed!