Chapter 1512 Desperate Strike

"Damn it, the space talent Dark Void can't be used here at all... This treasure is specially designed to restrain space skills..." Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the Ninth Prince couldn't control the black hole like outside. scolded.

"But...Zhuo Bufan, do you think I will lose to you if I don't use the Dark Void? Hahaha..."

In that 'black hole', there was a burst of scalp-numbing laughter.

Whoosh!

A stream of black light flew out from the 'black hole', splashing out of the troubled times, the 'black light' stayed in front of Zhuo Bufan, standing in the sky, it was the Ninth Prince, but the Ninth Prince's hair was a bit messy, and the clothes on his body were also torn a lot , looks really embarrassed.

"Zhuo Bufan, you have successfully angered me."

The Ninth Prince licked his lips, his gaze became more and more severe, staring at Zhuo Bufan like a sharp sword.

"Really? I want to know what kind of combat power the Ninth Prince, who was angered by me, will have."

Zhuo Bufan stared at the other party without fear, even with some anger.

The Ninth Prince didn't speak, but there were several streaks of black mist on his body, like little swimming snakes lingering around his body, he slowly raised his palms, black balls of light condensed from both palms, and the two balls of light slowly closed together Together, make a sizzling sound.

In a moment, the ball of light actually condensed into a black sword. The blade was pitch black and wrapped in an evil black mist.

"The sword of hell..."

Seeing the black sword appear, the werewolf Keton, who was standing in the sky, twitched the corners of his eyes suddenly, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, the family of fallen angels actually gave the fifth-ranked treasure in the family to the Ninth Prince, the Sword of Hell..." Roy also showed a hint of envy, and muttered to himself.

"The Ninth Prince is a genius of the fallen angel family, so it's not surprising to give him a treasure, but this sword of hell is really a treasure!" Lord licked his lips, his face showing greedy lust.

When Zhuo Bufan saw the black sword appearing, he also felt a sense of evil and oppression, and couldn't help but twitched his mouth, "Judging from the aura emanating from it, the sword of hell is almost comparable to the existence of Horcrux... ...should be the pinnacle of the ninth-rank spiritual weapon."

You know, Zhuo Bufan spent several years training his natal magic weapon, the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, and used many precious materials to forge it. Now it is only the existence of the fifth-grade spiritual weapon, but the Ninth Prince’s Hell is actually a spiritual weapon. Rank nine is only one step away from the Horcrux.

"Sure enough, compared with these ancient forces, my background is too little."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head inwardly.

The fallen angel family is an ancient bloodline race. It has been developed for thousands of years. Whether it is strength or treasures, it is far from what he alone can compare.

And the Ninth Prince, a genius belonging to the family of fallen angels, was given such treasures, which is also understandable.

"Zhuo Bufan, today you are the stepping stone for me to become a true Xuanjiezong genius!" The Ninth Prince shouted, his voice was like thunder, and at the same time as the words fell, the two pairs of black wings behind him moved, and the whole person turned into a black streak. Liu Guang rushed towards Zhuo Bufan, and the black long sword in his hand slashed down, drawing a black sword light, as if it wanted to cut through the entire space

.

Clang!

Zhuo Bufan's pupils were like torches, and he raised the Ice Emperor Yujian in front of him, his eyes were filled with fiery fighting intent, "Heh, let's see who becomes who's stepping stone today."

When the two swords collided together, Zhuo Bufan felt a huge force transmitted from the Ice Emperor Yujian to his whole body, and the violent dark breath poured into his body, and he was instantly strangled by the power of stars in his body.

The figures of the two shot out in the air, Zhuo Bufan's eyes were as deep as stars, bursting out with a strong fighting intent, and the blood in his whole body seemed to 'boil' at this moment.

Ever since he came back from his rebirth, it has been almost a crushing battle all the way. This kind of battle between geniuses made Zhuo Bufan regain the feeling of fighting in the realm of comprehension.

Those who are favored by heaven are born with talents and aptitudes that surpass ordinary people, or they are born in big families and sects, and have a lot of precious resources to cultivate them. Their starting point is far beyond the end point that many people have achieved through their lifetime struggle.

"Zhuo Bufan, accept your fate, you must die today!" The Ninth Prince's face was ruthless, and his cold eyes were like sharp swords, staring at him fiercely.

"I can die, but I will never be defeated by you!"

Zhuo Bufan gritted his steel teeth, his whole body was swept with true energy, and the power of the stars in his body kept gushing out, countering the power of the Ninth Prince.

"Hehe, what I like the most is to crush your hard bones...Look at your despair."

The Ninth Prince snorted coldly, and with two pairs of wings on his back, countless black 'feather arrows' turned into streamers, shooting towards Zhuo Bufan continuously.

Immediately, Zhuo Bufan's body was covered with a mask of true vitality to resist the 'feather arrow' that swept across. If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Now Zhuo Bufan has completely fallen into a passive state, and the Ninth Prince has not stopped in his hands, and constantly uses the sword of hell to attack. Although there is no special martial skill, the sword of hell is a ninth-grade spiritual weapon after all. The existence of it, the dark breath permeating it, every attack

Every blow will consume a lot of real energy in Zhuo Bufan's body to resist.

Facing the double attack, Zhuo Bufan needs to consume one percent of his true energy every second to resist the dark force eroding his body, and the rest of his true energy has to be counterattacked. It only takes half a minute for the recovery of his true energy to Can't keep up with consumption.

"Zhuo Bufan, do you only know how to be a poor mouse? You only know how to defend. I think you will soon be unable to hold on. Where are your trump cards? Show them all." The Ninth Prince laughed wildly.

In this situation, Zhuo Bufan can only use the amplitude of combat power to fight against the Ninth Prince, but Zhuo Bufan does not want to use the amplitude of combat power as his trump card unless it is absolutely necessary.

One is because Zhuo Bufan doesn't want to expose this hole card, and secondly, Zhuo Bufan doesn't want to rely too much on this hole card. If every battle between life and death thinks there is a way out, he will never grow into a real strong man.

"Okay, since you want to see my hole cards, then I'll fight you hard."

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, the clothes on his body exploded, and eight arm-thick red vines squirmed out from behind crazily, turning into scarlet long whips, strangling and killing the Ninth Prince with lingering vigor.

"Just because of this, you want to stop me?" The Ninth Prince's face was full of disdain, and the black wings on his back were connected into a school of swimming fish. It was cut off, and red liquid flowed from the wound.