Chapter 446 The Terrifying Bloodline of the Demon King

"Be careful of the Xuanhe Sect's Demon King's secret technique. If you can't defeat it, run to me!"

Gu Qingshan's voice sounded in Wei Fan's mind.

The reason why the Imperial Sect is superior is not only the imperial soldiers to deter the enemies, but also the secret techniques and powerful blood passed down by the imperial masters.

Wei Fan nodded lightly, tore apart the space with his hands and jumped into the void world. Then Gu Qingshan, Zhou Shen and the Three-Eyed Toad Saint also tore apart the space and entered.

"What a pity, why don't we fight outside!"

The people in Tianxing City couldn't help but beat their chests when they saw that the battlefield was in the void world. In this way, they couldn't see the fighting process at all.

The world of nothingness is eternally silent, without a trace of light, but at this moment it is as bright as day, with divine light overwhelming the sky, and power surging like a tide.

"Give my fifth brother his life!"

He Feihong let out a long roar and stretched out a claw that looked like a substance to grab Wei Fan. The fur on the claw was clearly visible, just like a body of flesh and blood. The powerful energy and blood shook the void world.

"You already have the aura of a Dharma Prime Martial Saint, and you are worthy of being a disciple of the Imperial Sect."

Wei Fan didn't know whether this was He Feihong's unique move or a random attack, but the aura he felt at this moment was that He Feihong was no longer weaker than the Xuanjian elder of Tianxuan Sect.

And this He Feihong is obviously not a very powerful disciple in Xuanhe Sect, otherwise Gu Qingshan wouldn't know him.

"Shameless people, you beasts are indeed shameless. He is about to break through the Dharma Realm, and Wei Fan just broke through to the Holy Realm. This is what you call a battle at the same level."

Zhou Shen cursed at the Three-Eyed Toad Saint. They knew He Feihong was about to break through the realm of Dharma by looking at He Feihong's aura. Ordinary Dharma Martial Saints may not be He Feihong's opponent.

"boom!"

Dao marks appeared on Wei Fan's body, emitting a mysterious aura. He had added the three thousand years of martial arts power obtained by killing Jiang Yiyun to the Nine-Nine True Skills and the Three Emperors Sutra.

Now that his Dao has reached six hundred feet, Jiujiu Zhengong began to practice the fifty-seventh picture.

He didn't dare to use his spiritual power!

You must know that it has only been less than a month since he broke through to the Holy Realm. Condensing a 600-foot-long Dao in less than a month is a very terrifying thing. He can only use the not very intuitive method of body refining. .

After all, strength, in addition to talent, is also related to the skills he cultivates. If he were Jiale He Feihong, others would think it was because he practiced an unparalleled body-refining martial arts.

In an instant, the unparalleled aura swept across, slowing down the claws that were struck. Dragon-like energy and blood penetrated the void world and the real world. All the human warriors in Tianxing City saw this astonishing sight. The blood is full of smoke.

"This kid is a lot stronger than he was in the wasteland. How did he do it?"

Gu Qingshan was moved. Wei Fan's aura was no weaker than that of the Dharma-Xiang Martial Saint. The physical body looked more terrifying than the ordinary holy soldiers, and the mysterious Dao marks exuded the natural aura of the Dao.

"This is the Nine-Nine True Skill!" Zhou Shen stared at Wei Fan.

The "Thunder Mountain Heavenly Kung Fu" that countless Saint Realm masters in the five major realms have been thinking about for many years has only been mastered by Wei Fan. This is definitely a peerless martial art.

"boom!"

Wei Fan flew across the sky like a bolt of thunder, shattering He Feihong's claws with one punch, and his body glowed with light.

If his current physical body's cultivation is converted into Dao condensation cultivation, it is actually equivalent to condensing five to six hundred feet of Dao, which is not much different from He Feihong's cultivation.

Although He Feihong is about to break through to the Dharma Realm, he is not there yet.

"This physical body is simply terrifying. Most people who become saints are not that powerful at all. He must have practiced a world-class body-refining martial arts."

He Feihong showed a look of surprise. Only he knew how strong the power he exerted was. An ordinary Martial Saint could repel it, but was shattered by Wei Fan's palm. You must know that Wei Fan had only been a saint for a month. The physical body actually already has the strength to rival the Dharma Martial Saint.

He blasted out a sword light again, the terrifying sword intent was so fierce that it actually pulled out the avenue, clanking.

This means that even if He Feihong has not entered Taoism with a sword and has not reached the supreme realm of Sword Master, his swordsmanship is not much weaker than that of a Sword Master level figure.

"The bloodline of the Demon King is really terrifying!"

Gu Qingshan couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know He Feihong, but he also knew that He Feihong was not the best among the Xuanhe Sect's disciples, and his reputation was not great.

However, Wei Fan's performance was more eye-catching and more domineering.

Facing the sword that led out of the avenue, he directly grabbed it with his bare hands and exploded the terrifying sword with his bare hands, leaving no trace on his hand.

"Are you tickling me? When I was in the realm of the King of Martial Arts, I could pick up the holy soldiers with my bare hands. Your methods are not enough to kill me."

Wei Fan's flesh shell glowed, Dao marks flowed, and his thick hair danced wildly. He stepped on Qing Mingyou and quickly closed the distance with He Feihong. However, the speed of this clan was too terrifying, even though Qing Mingyou had already reached perfection in his cultivation. , actually somewhat inferior to He Feihong.

Even the speed displayed by He Feihong at this moment may not be the fastest. Unless he is willing to expose his wind and thunder wings, he will not be able to catch up with He Feihong.

He simply stood there, too lazy to waste his efforts. Anyway, it was He Feihong who wanted to kill him, not him. Without a close fight, He Feihong couldn't kill him even if he died of exhaustion.

"snort!"

He Feihong snorted, Wei Fan's physical body was really amazing. Although he had the blood of the Demon King and his physical body was not weak, he really didn't want to fight at close range with a monster whose body was sanctified.

Although he is fast and possesses extreme speed, once the distance gets closer, his speed advantage will be weakened.

But without fighting Wei Fan at close range, there is basically no possibility of killing Wei Fan just by relying on these long-range attack methods.

He Feihong stood a few miles away, his body crystal clear and radiant. Wei Fan raised his finger at him: "Do you want to kill me? If you want to kill me, just come over here. If this is still a painless move, Master I won’t accompany you anymore.”

"Want to leave? Leave me alive!"

No matter how unwilling he was, He Feihong knew that he had to fight Wei Fan at close range. The distance was too far, and Wei Fan was already weakened a lot by the time the power hit him.

He ran all the way from Xuanhe Sect to Beidianzhou and even invited the Three-Eyed Toad Saint to protect him. If he retreated like this, he would not dare to fight Wei Fan in close combat. If word spread that he would not be embarrassed, Xuanhe Sect would be embarrassed as well.

"boom!"

He Feihong turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Wei Fan. He didn't know how terrifying the speed was, but it actually set off a terrifying sonic boom in the void world.

His fist was covered with a thick layer of Dao force, rubbing out flames like meteors. He was in front of Wei Fan almost in the blink of an eye.

Wei Fan struck out with the Big Sun Collapse Fist, and instinctively punched in front of him. The fiery red sun sent out high temperatures that burned the sky and boiled the sea, and the terrifying heat wave swept across in all directions.

"boom……"

There was a terrifying sound like two worlds colliding. The sun cracked open and exploded into fragments, falling on his own body and being destroyed.

In front of him, He Feihong changed from extremely fast speed to a still state, showing his horrified expression.

He used the Crane Clan's extreme speed and covered a distance of several miles in almost the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, Wei Fan could still react and hit his fist with accuracy.

The exploding sun hit him, making a tinkling sound. His white clothes bulged and his hair flew wildly. The agitated power was like the waves rolling back, and the light on He Feihong's body was distorted.

The next moment, he flew back involuntarily, his face flushed.

In the first round of real confrontation, He Feihong was defeated by Wei Fan. Even though he had the blood of the Demon Emperor and had a higher level of cultivation than Wei Fan, Wei Fan defeated his shocking punch with just his physical strength.

The space was directly shattered, exposing the mountains and rivers outside, and terrifying power surged out.

Gu Qingshan gently waved his sleeves to wipe out this terrifying force that would destroy the world and prevent it from harming the mountains and rivers near Tianxing City.

"The sanctification of the physical body is so terrifying!" He Feihong looked a little moved.

"You're good enough. If it were an ordinary Condensing Dao Martial Saint, my punch would be enough to shake him into minced flesh."

Wei Fan was also a little surprised. He Feihong's physical body was also extremely powerful. Although he knocked back He Feihong with one punch, the actual damage was not great.

"furious!"

However, his words were extremely insulting to He Feihong's ears. He had the blood of the Demon King, and he fought Wei Fan at a high level and was knocked back. This was a complete humiliation for him.

He Feihong pounced on him again, but Wei Fan's punch did not cause much damage to him, which gave him some confidence.

"cut!"

The roaring sound of Jiang He came from He Feihong's body, the power surged wildly, two cold rays shot out from the moo, and the demonic aura soared into the sky.

He tied his hands into a sword and raised his arms high in a slashing motion. When the power of his will exploded, the avenue was pulled out, and the chain of order emitted light flowing towards his body.

The terrifying sword intention shattered the space, the energy of chaos surged, and an illusory sword penetrated the void world and the real world.

"boom!"

The world seemed to be separated. It was indescribable how powerful this sword was. The avenue of the sword resonated with it, and the divine light came over like flowing water.

During this process, He Feihong's arms turned into wings as pure white as snow, and every feather on them was like a heavenly sword gathering sword energy, with a sharp divine light.

These feathers of his have been hanging down for many years and have been infected by the power of his will. It can be said that if you just pluck one of them and give it to the powerful Martial King, its power far exceeds that of the average top Martial King divine weapon, and can even easily cut open the top Martial King divine weapon. , but he is covered with such feathers.

"The Martial Saint who has just entered the Dharma Realm cannot handle this move and dares to kill Wei Fan. This beast is indeed extraordinary." Zhou Shen showed a solemn expression.

Wei Fan's hair was flying wildly, and his fighting spirit was boiling. He also raised his arms: "I have been forced to defend myself. You should try to take my sword."

The majestic blood energy shook the void world, and he seemed to have turned into a ruthless heavenly sword. The sharp sword intention collided with He Feihong's sword intention in the air.

The ways of the four sacred beasts appeared, and the roar of the beasts was deafening. (End of chapter)