Chapter 2387 The Eighth Divine Power in the World (Fifth Update)

In all these years, Xiao Fan has never been so cautious when facing monks of the same level, not even when he faced Yu Wenxian before.

But now, Xiao Fan had to treat it seriously.

"Hey, you blocked it?" Zi Yunfeng also looked at Xiao Fan in slight surprise. He rarely used this move in front of others, even when he fought against Luo Wenhan and the others before.

Because in his opinion, Luo Wenhan and the others were not worthy of his use at all, and he had never cared about the affairs of Courtyard No. 1.

Among these true disciples, he has the most special identity. He is a direct descendant of Ziyu Peak, and he does not lack the aura of a god, so there is no need to expose his trump card.

Zi Yunfeng has always believed that if he used this kind of magical power, it would not be a problem even if he entered the top three of the younger generation in Tianwu Mountain.

But now, Xiao Fan blocked his magical power. How could he not be surprised?

"No wonder you can defeat Luo Wenhan and the four of them. You do have the strength to fight with me." Ziyunfeng said calmly, still like a high and mighty king.

"It's a pity that you are still not qualified to fight with me." Xiao Fan said with a grin.

Although he said this, he did not dare to look down on Ziyunfeng in his heart, he was just unhappy with Ziyunfeng's condescending look.

Strategically despising the enemy and tactically focusing on the enemy, this is Xiao Fan's consistent style.

"Hmph, I want to see how long you can last." Zi Yunfeng snorted coldly. Although he has not exposed his full power in so many years, he has never been so despised by others.

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from Ziyunfeng's body in vain, and purple light bloomed from his body, all pouring into the sword finger.

The power of the purple sword energy increased a bit again. Wherever it passed, the black vortex exploded, and the majestic energy surged towards the purple sword energy again.

This increased and the other decreased, Xiao Fan's magical power finally couldn't support it, and began to explode one after another. Xiao Fan's body couldn't bear it, and began to retreat quickly.

"Burial lightsaber!"

At this time, Zi Yunfeng gave a soft drink and turned his fingers into swords. A purple sword light condensed in the void. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated Xiao Fan's body and was torn to pieces by countless purple sword energies.

The crowd happened to be watching this scene, and their eyes were full of horror.

"Xiao, Xiao Fan is dead?" The crowd exclaimed, their hearts trembling, and a cold air quietly rose.

Luo Wenhan, Juehen, Luo Shisan and Yun Han also stared with disbelief in their eyes.

They had fought Ziyunfeng more than once or twice, but they had never seen such a powerful Ziyunfeng. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that Ziyunfeng could kill Xiao Fan.

"How could he be so strong? No, he has been hiding his strength?" Luo Wenhan took a deep breath and looked at Zi Yunfeng with even more fear.

"More than that, if he makes a breakthrough now, he has already reached the late stage of the Ancient God Realm. I am afraid that those people from the other five peaks may not be his opponents." Juehen's face was extremely ugly.

All along, they thought that their strength was comparable to that of Zi Yunfeng, but now, they realized how ridiculous that was.

The four of them were no match for Xiao Fan together, but Zi Yunfeng killed Xiao Fan alone.

You know, Xiao Fan has killed Lu Jinglong and defeated Lu Wuchen. Now that Zi Yunfeng has killed Xiao Fan, doesn't it mean that he can also kill Lu Jinglong and defeat Lu Wuchen?

"I knew that Senior Brother Ziyunfeng was invincible. That kid was so self-righteous that he deserves to die now!"

"With the opening of the Hundred-kill Battlefield, Senior Brother Ziyunfeng will definitely get the opportunity to break through to the God King Realm and revive our Purple Feather Peak. Especially how can outsiders compare?"

"If you die, you will die. He is so arrogant. He wants to occupy Courtyard No. 1 as soon as he comes. It's really ridiculous."

The crowd recovered from the shock, their faces full of surprise, but no one cared about Xiao Fan's death.

Zi Yunfeng stood in the sky, looking at the place where Xiao Fan's body exploded, shaking his head and saying: "You deserve to die under my magical power."

After the words fell, Zi Yunfeng turned around and prepared to leave, as if he didn't want to stay here for a while longer.

However, at the moment he turned around, an indifferent voice sounded in vain. Ziyunfeng trembled slightly and suddenly turned around to look down.

"It's worthy of being ranked eighth in the world in terms of magical assimilation. It's really interesting."

The sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly. The crowd's eyes widened with astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Courtyard No. 1. No, to be precise, they were staring at the door of the room. The sound just came from the room.

With a creak, the door opened again, and then a figure stepped out of the room.

"Xiao, Xiao Fan?" Someone screamed strangely, and he recognized the person instantly.

All the monks present were horrified. The person standing there was none other than Xiao Fan, who had just been killed by Zi Yunfeng.

However, isn't Xiao Fan already dead? Who is Xiao Fan in front of me?

"I understand, the person who fought against Senior Brother Ziyunfeng just now was not his body, but his refined clone?" An older monk screamed and understood the reason.

Doppelgänger?

The crowd's breathing also became faster. If this was true, then the one who defeated Luo Wenhan and the four of them just now was just Xiao Fan's clone?

At this moment, the crowd's gaze towards Xiao Fan changed again. If a clone was so tyrannical, how could his true body be so terrifying?

Only then did the crowd understand. Yes, Xiao Fan left the courtyard before. Logically speaking, the formation should be withdrawn.

But the formation in Xiao Fan's courtyard still did not disappear. The only possibility is that Xiao Fan never left the courtyard.

"Poof!" Luo Wenhan and Yun Han couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, looking at Xiao Fan with red eyes.

Thinking that they were slapped by Xiao Fan's clone, the two of them felt very uncomfortable.

Juehen and Luo Shisan were not much better, their expressions were uncertain, and they looked at Xiao Fan with fear in their eyes.

"Hmph, so what if you clone me? If I can kill your clone, I can also kill your body." Zi Yunfeng said in a cold tone.

Fighting with Xiao Fan's clone made him feel like he was being teased. Originally, he was confident that killing Xiao Fan would shock the younger generation of Ziyu Peak.

But now she realizes that she is just a clown being played by Xiao Fan, and the anger in Ziyunfeng's heart is not clear at all.

"I also want to try it. How about the legendary eighth magical power in the world?" Xiao Fan whispered, stepped on it, and instantly appeared not far from Ziyun Feng.

"I will let you understand." Zi Yunfeng sneered, with an extremely cold expression. He opened his hands, and a purple long sword suddenly appeared in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, a tyrannical momentum burst out from Ziyunfeng, and a strange energy rippled out with him as the center, as if the void could not withstand his pressure. "Please!" Xiao Fan made a gesture of invitation, stood with one hand on his back, like a world-defying divine sword, and looked at Zi Yunfeng lightly.