Chapter 550: Each uses their own means
Purple-black sword energy surged out. This is a unique sword energy that can only be released by a magic weapon made from magic gold.
The golden dragon formed by the power of pure Yang did not retreat at all, and directly overwhelmed the sinister sword energy in an instant, and only suffered a little damage.
When everyone in the audience saw this, their pupils suddenly shrank, and they finally understood why there had been legends since ancient times. This body of pure Yang is the natural nemesis of all demonic cultivators in the world!
The purple-black sword energy that Guifan slashed out just now would have caused severe damage to an ordinary monk in the pill-forming stage trying to resist it.
However, even this extremely powerful sword energy did not damage the golden dragon at all.
"Is this the body of pure yang? No wonder the demonic monks are so obsessed with it."
"It is immune to all evil. It's really not just talk."< br>
“If we don’t get rid of this kid, the demon cultivators in the wilderness may not be able to sleep well in the future.”
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Amidst the chatter, Gui Fan was pacing leisurely in the air, constantly dodging the impact of the golden dragon.
There was no expression on his face, he was still quite indifferent.
Every time, the golden dragon passed by him in an extremely dangerous manner. Although it looked dangerous, it did not cause much trouble to Gui Fan.
"Humph, you cowardly people can only run away?" Master Zhiyang snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his resolute face.
But after all, the movements of his hands were not slow at all. While using his mind to urge the golden dragon to continue to stalk Gui Fan, his hands began to pinch the complicated seals again.
boom!
A dazzling golden light bloomed from the palm of his hand, and all the surrounding scenery seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, bright and gorgeous.
The same is true for Gui Fan who is running away. No matter how fast he is, he cannot avoid being stained with golden light.
“Settled!”
After Zhiyang Zhenren’s cold words fell, the surrounding things plated with golden light seemed to freeze instantly.
In the blink of an eye, Gui Fan felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, unable to move even an inch!
Then, that layer of golden light seemed to turn him into a sculpture, restricting his movement.
Under the shocking gazes, the golden dragon finally found the opportunity to instantly crush Gui Fan who was restricted from moving!
Boom!
The giant dragon roared past, the power of pure Yang spread out, and Guifan's figure dissipated like clouds and smoke.
Everyone was stunned on the spot, with disbelief in their eyes.
“How. How could it be possible!”
“It’s over like this? Guifan was beaten to the point of losing his soul?”
“It’s too fast. It’s really not possible. It should be.”
Everyone watching this scene couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
This is the young master of the Ghost Sword Sect, how could he die so easily!
Even Li Qing couldn't help but narrow his eyes, shocked by the scene that just happened.
But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that the matter was not that simple.
At least so far, Gui Fan has not used any means, he just slashed with the Demonic Sword.
“But that demon sword is indeed Gui Fan’s natal magic weapon. The aura of demon gold on it is genuine. Could it be an external incarnation?”
Just as Li Qingcai whispered, he saw the purple-black demonic sword falling straight down from the air and then being inserted into the hard ground.
Soon, a tall figure with a feminine and handsome face walked out from the side.
Everyone was shocked. Wasn’t this Guifan who had just been hit by the golden dragon and died? Why did it appear suddenly again?
Immediately afterwards, Gui Fan pulled out the heavy magic sword stuck in the ground and carried it behind him again.
Bah bang bang!
Gui Fan chuckled and clapped his hands, with a happy and relaxed expression: "You can actually kill one of my incarnations, which is not bad at all."
Listening to the other party's elder-like praise, Zhiyang Zhenren's expression instantly became extremely gloomy.
Co-author He had just spent so much effort, but he was just fighting Guifan's incarnation.
This made him lose face!
"Are you just going to use these tricks? I can kill your incarnation, and I can also kill your body!" Zhiyang Zhenren made a seal with his hands again. It seemed that he planned to continue to use the technique that can freeze him just now. Supernatural powers in human form.
However, this time Gui Fan no longer continued to watch the other party use this very difficult magical power. He tapped a strange gray-black bag on his waist with one hand.
The next moment, bursts of Yin Qi spread out from this weird gray-black bag!
Soon, a humanoid shadow appeared out of thin air!
This turned out to be a refined corpse full of Yin energy!
"What a strong Yin Qi! Could this be a thousand-year-old Yin Corpse?!"
"Isn't it the Yin Puppet Sect's method to refine and drive such Yin Corpses? How come even Gui Fan can do it? "
" Could it be that the Yin Puppet Sect gave these methods to Gui Fan to use them to win the victory? "
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Be brave and brave? As soon as the dead thousand-year-old Yin Corpse appeared, it drew a series of afterimages and rushed towards Zhiyang Zhenren at a very fast speed.
In response to this, Zhiyang Zhenren had no choice but to put down his hands that were holding the seal, and looked solemnly at this extremely ferocious Yin corpse.
This Yin corpse, which has been refined into a corpse puppet for thousands of years, definitely has the combat power equivalent to that of the pill formation stage, and is quite difficult to deal with.
However, he did not panic. After slowly taking a few steps back, he bit the tip of his tongue.
“Poof!”
Zhiyang Zhenren spit out a mouthful of blood!
The blood essence turned into blood mist, spreading in front of him.
The next moment, the Millennium Inferi, driven by Gui Fan, could not avoid it and rushed directly into the blood mist.
Chichichichi!
A burst of piercing explosions resounded from the Inferi Corpse, as if bombs were detonated on its body!
This is pure Yang blood!
There are several powerful monastic physiques in the world, and their essence and blood are extremely strong and yang, which can restrain some evil spirits!
And the thousand-year-old corpse in Gui Li's hand was naturally among those being restrained.
After rushing out of the blood mist, this thousand-year-old corpse turned into tatters, and its body was covered with pits and pits.
After being eroded by the pure Yang blood, he became like this!
After seeing this, the others finally understood why the Yin Puppet Sect wanted to hand over a precious thousand-year-old Yin corpse to Gui Fan.
If the pure Yang body is not eradicated, it will indeed be a huge threat to the sect. In the future, facing the grown Zhiyang Master, the strongest methods in his sect will be greatly restrained.
Bang!
Zhiyang Zhenren blasted out a palm, a huge spiritual palm print mixed with pure Yang power, directly hitting the body of this thousand-year-old Yin corpse.
This Yin corpse, which could cause a lot of trouble to the real person in the Danjie period, was directly blown away.
“If you have any other tricks, just use them. Today I will eliminate demons and defend the way!”
Zhiyang Zhenren is majestic and majestic, with an invincible power all over his body, as if he wants to look down on everything.
But Gui Li was still dismissive of this. He said calmly:
"If the Yin Puppet Sect's things are broken, they will be broken. I want to see you. How much original power can be wasted?"
As he said that, he drove the tattered and damaged Yin Corpse up and pounced on Zhiyang Zhenren again.
Only this time, this thousand-year-old corpse does not look so intimidating.
Zhiyang Zhenren's eyes showed contempt, and he felt that Gui Fan was at the end of his game.
Of course, he does have the capital to be confident. He is a pure Yang body, and he is superior to Gui Fan from the beginning.
No matter how fancy Guifan's methods are, as long as he does not break away from the realm of demons, he will never be able to fight against him!
"Have you run out of skills? I'll send you off here."
As he spoke, Zhiyang's eyes narrowed slightly, then he opened his mouth and spit out a handful of A golden sword with strong pure Yang power!
This is his natal magic weapon, and it turns out to be a sword-type magic weapon.
Just when he was about to cut off the thousand-year-old corpse with one blow, the corpse suddenly exploded!
The corpse exploded!
Boom!
(End of this chapter)