Chapter 447 Demon King's Secret Technique, Killing He Feihong

"Puff, puff..."

The clash between the sword and the sword was the most terrifying, and the sound of annihilation kept ringing around.

Wei Fan's blood was boiling, and his body was surging with light. He did not use the condensed Dao, but with his will and power, even if he did not use the Dao, it was enough to use the sword of the Four Symbols Sky-Splitting Slash to draw out the Dao of the Sword.

The four sacred beasts roared loudly and spun around Wei Fan's arm, and the sword and sword lights collided with each other in an instant.

This was a clash between the sword and sword of one man and one demon, and also a collision of the flesh.

"Boom..."

Like a thunder explosion, the dazzling light covered the sky and submerged the figures of Wei Fan and He Feihong. The sword and sword that penetrated the sky and the earth roared, and then retreated together, and the sword and sword lights shot in all directions.

The wave of destruction was surging, and terrible things happened. The place where Wei Fan and He Feihong stood collapsed. One person and one demon fell out of the void world and appeared in the real world, as if even the void world could not withstand the terrible power brought by this blow.

"Hmph!"

He Feihong groaned in pain. Looking carefully, blood splattered on his wings, and several feathers were shattered, and the light dimmed.

He felt that his wings almost lost consciousness, and his flesh with the blood of the demon king was cut open, revealing deep scars that could be seen to the bone, and bones as white as jade.

"Boom boom..."

Even if Gu Qingshan acted in time, the mountains still shook, smoke and dust rose, and the battle directly killed in the real world.

"That crane demon was injured by Wei Fan!" Someone in Tianxing City shouted.

Crystal-clear blood like blood diamonds dripped from the sky, smashing the ground like a mountain, creating terrible cracks, and the mountains shook and the earth shook.

Everyone was shocked. They saw Wei Fan's blood was like a dragon, penetrating the sky and the ground. His body was covered with mysterious Dao marks, which spread into the void like an arc. His sword intent surged, and he raised his hand and chopped He Feihong back to the world of nothingness.

"Young Master He is injured!"

The Three-Eyed Toad Saint was shocked. He Feihong, who had the blood of the Demon King, was injured by Wei Fan in the first real confrontation, and the blood stained the sky.

"The flesh is not the only thing. This young master has the secret technique of the Demon King, which can kill you."

The ten-thousand-foot divine light illuminated the world of nothingness again. He Feihong's re-transformed arm dripped with blood, and the flowing light truly recovered from his injuries. He used the extreme speed to retreat, and in a flash, he distanced himself from Wei Fan.

The crane's cry was piercing, piercing gold and splitting rocks. Several fallen feathers were shattered by the terrible sound waves in an instant, and Wei Fan's aura twisted.

"Eight Desolations and Six Combinations Demon Suppression Fist!"

He used the Eight Desolations and Six Combinations Demon Suppression Fist, and in an instant fourteen fists with terrifying fluctuations emerged, surrounding He Feihong from the sky, the ground, and all directions.

But he was too fast, and even this kind of martial arts that can only be resisted by force could be avoided in a split second, so that Wei Fan's fourteen fists hit nothing.

"Damn it!"

He Feihong was furious. There was a reason why people with holy bodies could not get close to him. Not only was their strength and defense terrible, but it took almost no time to accumulate strength. A random punch or palm was also a terrible attack.

Although he had mastered the secret technique of the Demon King, it took time to accumulate energy before he could use it. Wei Fan's body was unmatched and his strength was unparalleled, so he didn't give him time to use it at all.

Just as he dodged fourteen fists, Wei Fan rushed over like a thunderbolt, his fists cracked the sky and stirred the world of nothingness.

He Feihong let out a long roar, and his hands turned into wings together, alternating to cut Wei Fan's fists like a heavenly sword.

The wings covered the sky and the sun, cutting the void world and extending to the real world.

Each of his feathers was like a magic weapon, which could easily cut through the top martial king's magic weapon. However, when it cut Wei Fan's fist, it only splashed a string of sparks, and the feathers like a magic sword were shaken down and shattered by the aftermath of the fight.

"If you only have this much strength, you will definitely die today."

Wei Fan roared, with amazing momentum, and his blood was almost burning.

He stepped on Qingmingyou, and his five fingers emitted bursts of dragon roars to grab the wings that were already hot-blooded, but He Feihong just shook his wings and disappeared in front of him.

Their race is extremely fast, not to mention compared with human warriors, even the demon race has few rivals. He may not be able to beat Wei Fan, but he is confident that his speed can beat Wei Fan by ten streets.

In just a flash, he appeared on the other side of Wei Fan, and his wings were like a sky knife cutting across, slashing towards Wei Fan's waist.

Under the blessing of the sharp sword intent, the space was cut open, and a huge crack appeared.

Wei Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. He had fought several times and had a good idea of ​​the power of He Feihong's wings. It could cut down ordinary martial saints and hurt ordinary martial saints, but it could only do ordinary damage to his body tempered by the Nine-Nine True Skills, and it could not break his defense at all.

He Feihong wanted to suppress him with speed. This speed was very fatal to other martial saints, but he didn't need to worry too much about his terrifying physical defense.

The wings swept across the sky, emitting a sharp breath, and cut Wei Fan's waist in an instant.

"Bang!"

Wei Fan's body shook, but he was not cut by the wings. Sparks flew all over the sky, like fireworks.

"Break!"

Wei Fan roared. At the moment when the wings cut through his waist, he seized the opportunity and punched hard.

His fist was domineering and powerful, and his fist was more dazzling than the light from the sun.

"Crack!"

Amid the huge roar, there was the sound of broken bones, and blood splashed, the white feather fell, and the divine light dimmed.

Under the severe pain, He Feihong couldn't help but let out a crane cry, his expression distorted.

The power of his will swept out, curling up the fallen feathers and splashing blood and disappearing in place. Light surged all over his body, and he reattached the folded wings.

"God-Destroying Slash!"

He drank loudly, a terrifying aura emerged from his whole body, and his eyebrows made shocking fluctuations, causing the chain of order between heaven and earth to shake, and Tao power to flow.

After a long time of accumulation, the Demon King's secret technique he mastered finally came to an end.

"Be careful, this is Yuan Mystic Technique!"

Gu Qingshan let out a long roar to remind Wei Fan, worrying that Wei Fan didn't know what the God-Destroying Slash was.

This is a soul martial skill created by the Demon King. It is specially designed to kill the soul of warriors. It can destroy the opponent's consciousness from the spiritual level. It is extremely terrifying.

Wei Fan had actually sensed the horror of this secret technique. His martial arts spiritual sense had already warned him. His soul opened his martial arts eyes, and his wind and thunder wings almost couldn't help but spread out on their own, trying to pull his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness with all his strength. Respond to the God-Destroying Slash.

"boom!"

Wei Fan quickly backed away, keeping the distance between him and He Feihong while dancing with his hands.

Only Yuan Shen martial arts can resist it. Ordinary strength cannot defend against this kind of thing. If you use Yuan Shen to resist forcefully, you will be disabled even if you die.

This is the foundation of the Imperial Sect. Generally, strong men in the Holy Realm have no way to master Yuan Shen martial arts, unless they are willing to work hard for the demon hunter organization.

A mountain and river emerged. The mountains above were majestic, the rivers roared, and every plant and tree was clearly visible.

"He evolved the mountain and river seals to the highest level!"

Zhou Shen was surprised. During the battle at the Five Tiger Gate in the Wasteland, Wei Fan also used this soul martial skill, but the Mountain and River Seal that Wei Fan used at that time was not as powerful as it is now.

This huge momentum seems not to be the evolution of martial arts, but to actually summon a real mountain and river, and you can feel a heavy pressure.

"call out!"

A ray of sword light burst out from the center of He Feihong's eyebrows, with the potential to cut through all things in the world, and the aura of the imperial way was overwhelming.

The sword radiated lightning quickly, like a crescent moon emitting blood-red light, like a ray of light piercing the void world. What Wei Fan felt, Zhou Shen and others did not know, but their spirits were frightened by the aura emitted by the God-Destroying Slash. , subconsciously making a defense.

This is not an ordinary soul martial skill, but a secret skill created by the Demon King that He Feihong has been pondering for a long time.

The blood moon flashed, transcending the limitations of space, and arrived in front of Wei Fan in an instant. He had no time to use his martial arts eyes to see what the weak points of this soul martial skill were. The mountain and river seal slammed in front of him, blocking the blood moon from rushing into his body.

"Peng!"

The blood moon and the mountains and rivers seemed to be real objects, and the collision made a loud noise that shook the spiritual world. Wei Fan felt that his head went blank for an instant, and the sea of ​​​​consciousness shook so much that the 600-foot path was almost revealed.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and the blood moon collapsed. Wei Fan looked and saw that He Feihong was even worse than him. All his orifices were bleeding, and he covered his head with his hands in pain.

Although he used the Demon Emperor's secret technique, Wei Fan's Mountain and River Seal was just an ordinary soul martial skill. However, Wei Fan's soul had undergone four transformations and easily withstood the backlash of the soul martial skill. He did not have this ability. I just felt like my soul was about to fall apart, and my aura was in chaos.

"Impossible. The Mountain and River Seal is just an ordinary soul martial skill. How can it defeat the God-Destroying Slash..."

He Feihong showed an expression of disbelief. The Demon King's secret technique could not kill Wei Fan, but it did not hurt Wei Fan at all.

In fact, if Wei Fan were in the ordinary holy realm, the backlash would be enough to seriously injure him. The Mountain and River Seal and the God-Destroying Slash were just about equal.

"kill!"

Wei Fan knew how to take advantage of his illness to kill him, so he didn't talk nonsense at all. Taking advantage of He Feihong's mind being shaken and his soul unstable, it was the right time to kill He Feihong, otherwise He Feihong would be allowed to recover and He Feihong would be killed. Due to Hong's extreme speed, it would be difficult for him to kill He Feihong unless he exposed his wind and thunder wings or the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell.

Power surged like a tide, and the extinguished energy and blood penetrated the void world and the real world like a dragon. Wei Fan ducked and approached He Feihong, who was still in pain, and slashed with a knife.

"roar!"

"Moo!"

…

The four sacred beasts roared, and their shadows fell with Wei Fan's sword. The sharp sword intent seemed to open up the world.

"Get away!" The expression of the three-eyed toad saint in the distance changed drastically, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

This kind of confrontation between Yuan Shen martial arts is the most dangerous, and the winner is basically determined instantly. He knew that He Feihong was defeated.

Wei Fan was fine, but He Feihong was bleeding from all his orifices. His soul was severely damaged and he would not be able to exert his peak combat power in a short period of time. In this case, the probability of being killed by Wei Fan was very high.

Although he said not to intervene before, when He Feihong was in danger of death, he couldn't help but take action. While yelling, he stretched out a big hand and clapped it. (End of chapter)