Nanyang evil arts, with the three evil methods of lowering the head, Gu poison, and hemorrhoids, are famous all over the world, although it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, but all of them should not be underestimated.

Especially in Malay, Thailand and other places, these sorcerers make people talk about the tiger's color change, and dare not talk to outsiders, which is regarded as a flood of beasts and taboo topics.

Before today, Ye Fan didn't think so, before Nai Zanwei, which enemy he had encountered was not ferocious and which was not tricky?

But this old fellow is far more evil and strange than he predicted, and perhaps, the mystery lies in the emerald that was swallowed in his belly.

A touch of decisiveness suddenly bloomed in his eyes, Ye Fan pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword slammed into Nai Zanwei!

In this battle, this demon must be beheaded!

The speed of the flying sword is extremely fast, but unexpectedly, after being reborn, Nazanwei, compared to it, is not slow at all.

Raising his palm, Nai Zanwei firmly grasped the sharp flying sword, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a gloomy and cruel smile.

Even so, the blade of the flying sword still cut two blood marks on his hand, but he didn't realize it.

"Explosion!" Ye Fan shouted loudly in his mouth, and the flying sword spun in response, like a crazy spinning top, mincing Nazanwei's flesh palm, and pieces of bloody minced meat splashed in the heavy rain!

Click!

The crunch of bones snapped together.

Nai Zanwei's entire right hand, only the white phalanges remained, bloody and white, and this time, he finally held the flying sword that was spinning wildly!

His face had just been raised, and his cold and vicious gaze was suddenly shocked!

Bang!

In his mind, it was as if he had been hit hard, and the boundless pain made him crazily pick up his head and roar loudly.

Everywhere in the human body, the most vulnerable is the divine soul, whether it is a cultivator, or a cultivator, the soul is definitely the place where anyone's death is, and the Nanyang evil magician is no exception.

The brain was plunged into a powerful storm, and Nai Zanwei was in pain, and the blood light in his eyes stretched out half a foot, crazy and hideous.

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Fan split his mind and gave Monica a slap.

Even if the cultivation has reached the transcendent realm of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak, it is still very difficult to attack a person in the evil sect like Shangnai Zanwei, with his divine sense.

If there's a second flying sword, why do you need Monica. It's a pity that in Siberia that day, the three flying swords were fused into one by the East, and Ye Fan didn't have a second killing weapon on his body.

After hesitating for half a second, Monica raised the butcher knife in her hand, jumped out with an arrow, and stabbed the blade into the middle of Nazanwei's forehead!

The blows of the inheritor of the Bruch family of the Blood Clan caused the air to ripple, and the raindrops were like broken bead chains, spreading over a large area and twisting into a spiral.

At the moment of life and death, Nai Zanwei actually burst out with superhuman terrifying power, the red glow in his eyes turned green, the breath of the whole person changed drastically, his body was stunned, and he shook again, and with a bang, he dispersed Ye Fan's divine sense attack!

The knife penetrated the palm of his hand, and the arms of the two were staggered, rolling in bloody evil rays, and Nai Zanwei grabbed Monica's snow-white neck!

At the moment when this mutation occurred, Ye Fan endured the sweetness of his throat, and the Qingming Sword cut off Nai Zanwei's two phalanges, jumped into the air, and pointed directly at the throat of the old monster!

In a flash of lightning, the three of them showed a stalemate situation of holding each other back, either Monica died, or Nazanwei died, or, the two died together!

Freeze frame.

In the heavy rain, the three figures stood proudly!

Monica wore a cape and let the rain soak through her dress.

Nai Zanwei's dark green eyes, accompanied by a distorted expression, approached Monica's desperate cheeks, and then slowly turned his head, revealing infinite hatred to Ye Fan.

The word "die!" exploded in the indigenous language, and despite the strange pronunciation, Ye Fan and the others still understood the monstrous anger in it.

Monica's eyes were filled with despair, and her mind was even more blank, she never thought that she would die at the hands of a sorcerer, and all the past two hundred years had come to mind, with grief, joy, success, and loneliness......

All kinds of thoughts came flooding back, and finally the fear of dying enveloped her mind!

Bang! A gunshot broke the slaughter and terror in the rain curtain.

Bullets, it's bullets!

It is also a murder weapon, and this shot does not have any sense of terror, on the contrary, it is like the starting gun of the horn of the charge on the sports field, announcing victory and defeat.

Hiding in the rear, Ngo Dinh Dong witnessed this tense moment and fired a crucial shot at Nai Tsan We.

Although this bullet could not hurt him, it won Ye Fan a precious opportunity and disturbed the mind of the great wizard Nai Zanwei.

One second, decide to win or lose, life and death!

The golden brilliance of the Qingming sword blade instantly pierced Nai Zanwei's throat!

A little red star spread rapidly, and the left hand hadn't had time to close yet!

The next moment, Ye Fan was already standing in front of Nai Zanwei, grabbing the flying sword in his hand, and cutting off his left hand with a sword.

Nazanwei's whole body trembled, his face instantly changed from youth to middle age, and then to old age, his hair was white and fell out, and his skin and flesh seemed to have been sucked away from the essence of life, and they withered rapidly, leaving only skin and bones, and the dark green in his eyes turned to gray.

The fast-paced life finally announced his imminent demise.

Almost just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Nazanwei's dying gaze suddenly flashed with a strange color, and a string of incomprehensible notes came out of his shrunken lips!

Buzz –

Ye Fan only felt that there was a force in his body beating violently, almost wanting to turn over the river and the sea, stirring the dantian, and breaking free!

That's—

Blood Bodhi!

The blood Bodhi, which had long been fused into his bloodline dantian, actually showed signs of condensation and reorganization!

Nai Zanwei, an old immortal, tried in vain to summon Rong Hanshi with the forbidden spell of the Puluo clan!

"Ahh

This pain is no less than the pain of rebuilding the dantian on Pu Feng that day.

It's just that at the beginning, it was the external True Qi that repaired the dantian, but now, it is the inner power that is condensed, intending to break out of the body, and the two are at the same pain level, after all, the dantian is the second life of the cultivator.

Seeing the sudden mutation, Monica, who escaped from the hands of the Grim Reaper, immediately reacted, brandished the Blood Clan butcher's knife, and slashed with all her might!

The head rolled down, and Nazanwei's body fell into the muddy water.

After a convulsion, the headless corpse quickly shrank into a dry corpse, and its life ended, all life was gone, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

After nearly a century of anticipation and suffering, in the end, he died in a foreign land, and there was no corpse.

Providence Drama Man!

If he had stayed honestly on a small island in the South Seas, how could Nazanwei fall into such a situation.

"Ho...... Ho ...... "Ye Fan was sweating profusely, wheezing like a cow, and in the blink of an eye, he collapsed physically, and the raindrops of beans fell on his body, and his face was soaked with clothes.

This old fellow is so vicious! he was just one step away from almost getting him done.

If you use this trick at the beginning, the outcome is really unpredictable.

In fact, it is not forced to do this, but Zanwei will never use this trick that will end up together, and it will not benefit himself or others at all.

Blood Bodhi has long been melted into Ye Fan's bloodline, and after this trouble, it has faintly shown a grain of brilliance in the dantian, and the divine light is shining, which is quite peculiar.

Monica looked at him with a complicated expression, her eyes filled with inquiry and gratitude.

"Mr. Ye, how is it? Is he dead?" Wu Tingdong ran over in a panic, looking at the skeleton with a shocked expression.

"Dead...... Can it be considered dead......" Wu Tingdong muttered, remembering that there was a zombie behind him, he quickly turned around and aimed at the corpse.

Ye Fan took two steps closer, and the flying sword broke through Na Zanwei's abdomen, and the green gem was taken out by him in the air, washed clean against the rain, and fell into the palm of his hand.

"Call someone to take care of it. Ye Fan put away this strange gem, glanced at the corpse, and waved his hand a little tiredly.

Ngo Dinh Dong nodded and hurried back to the car to contact the Myanmar military.

This bizarre incident happened tonight, and it is necessary to keep it strictly secret and be careful about the aftermath.

Monica stepped on her high heels, picked up her umbrella, and walked to the car without a word.

Looking up at the endless night sky, somehow, Ye Fan suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Starting from Ji Hongqu, from Naiden to the Miyamoto family, from Easter Island to Burma, and ending here in Nazanwei, about the blood jade, the Ronghan stone, and the blood Bodhi...... Whatever it is called, this is the end of the matter, and it can be put to an end.

In the future, no one will come to pester you, right?