The corners of Chen Shaofan's mouth turned up, revealing an arrogant and uninhibited color: "Today, you are the one who is going to die!"

The white-clothed Soul Saint didn't speak again, turned into a white light, and galloped towards Chen Shaofan with a murderous aura, and at the same time, he also had to press towards Chen Shaofan with extremely violent saint-level coercion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This coercion is like a stormy wave.

Chen Shaofan felt that the space around him was about to freeze, and the entrance to the chaotic infinite space was blocked again.

However, there was not the slightest hint of nervousness on his face now.

Chen Shaofan's body flashed with a dazzling purple-gold brilliance, operating the power of the flesh and the power of the Xuan to the extreme, and golden inscriptions appeared on the body, like golden elves flying.

Suddenly, Chen Shaofan exuded a powerful and incomparable physical coercion, which was not much weaker than the coercion exuded by the middle-aged white-clothed soul saint.

The coercion of the middle-aged soul saint was suddenly disintegrated a lot, and Chen Shaofan could move freely.

The strength displayed by Chen Shaofan made Ji Wuhua on the deck of the silver giant ship feel very uncomfortable, he was known as the Ten Masters of the Holy Courtyard of the younger generation, and he could not show such a strong physical strength.

An enemy, but showing such strength, Ji Wuhua is naturally hateful.

Seeing this, the white-clothed soul saint who was rushing towards Chen Shaofan couldn't help frowning slightly, he didn't expect that Chen Shaofan's physical strength would be so powerful.

At this moment, Chen Shaofan suddenly moved, his hands formed into palms, making an encirclement posture, forming a purple and gold glittering light cluster between his palms, changing his palms into claws, and pulling towards both sides.

"Roar~~~"

A purple-gold spear surrounded by purple-gold dragon phantoms appeared, and it was the Golden Dragon Overlord Spear.

Chen Shaofan grabbed the spear, and the dragon phantoms on it spread their teeth and claws, emitting an earth-shaking dragon roar.

One person and one shot, without retreating, the white-clothed middle-aged soul saint who came galloping in reverse killed.

Seeing this, the white light in his hand flashed, condensing a Xuanyuan sword, and rushed towards Chen Shaofan.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided in one place.

The white light of the Xuanyuan Sword and the Golden Dragon Overlord Spear collided fiercely.

"Roar~~~"

"Boom"

The sound of the dragon's groan was deafening, and the roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Chen Shaofan's body flew back for hundreds of zhang, the Golden Dragon Overlord Spear in his hand was full of cracks and shattered, and the middle-aged soul saint also flew backwards and retreated a hundred zhang distance before stabilizing his body.

The eyes of the Soul Saint showed a look of shock, and he knew that the purple gold spear in Chen Shaofan's hand was not a real divine weapon, but a transformation of the power of the Xuan Force and the power of the flesh.

Middle-aged Soul Saint, as a sage, he naturally has his own pride, he faced a soul emperor, the other party did not use the divine weapon, he naturally did not use the holy weapon, the Xuanyuan sword just now was condensed by his Xuanqi and a trace of vitality.

He really didn't expect that the physical strength of a soul emperor would be as strong as this.

"Chen Shaofan, I have to say, you are the most powerful Soul Emperor I have ever seen. Now this saint is going to exert all his strength, a soul emperor can make this saint exert all his strength, even if you die, you are proud enough!"

After the white-clothed soul saint finished speaking, the Xuanyuan sword in his hand exploded, turning into bits of light and disappearing without a trace.

In his hand, a silver-white sword appeared, exuding the powerful aura of a holy weapon.

"Buzz~~~"

The silver-white sword erupted with a dazzling silver light and a pleasant hum.

The Soul Saint held the holy weapon tightly and slashed towards Chen Shaofan, only to see a silver sword shadow, carrying an invincible aura towards Chen Shaofan.

In Chen Shaofan's hand, there was also an extra five-foot long sword with golden light, which was the sword of the divine soldier, Jin Que, bursting out with dazzling golden light, like a golden sun in his hand.

Chen Shaofan did not hesitate at all, and slashed towards the oncoming silver sword shadow.

A golden sword shadow that was also a thousand feet in size, condensed like a substance, flew out.

"Boom"

The golden sword shadow collided violently with the silver sword shadow.

In the end, the golden sword shadow still fell to the downwind, and was defeated, and the incomparably dim silver sword shadow slashed towards Chen Shaofan's location.

At this moment, the white light on Chen Shaofan's side flashed, and a figure with white light appeared, it was the Soul Saint, and one of his swords stabbed towards Chen Shaofan, who was standing beside him with a panicked expression.

However, just when the holy weapon sword was about to hit Chen Shaofan.

His figure had strangely disappeared without a trace.

A hundred feet behind the white-clothed middle-aged soul saint, a purple and golden figure appeared here strangely, it was Chen Shaofan.

He had just cast the Decepticon Teleportation.

Chen Shaofan's body suddenly burst out with dazzling blood light, and a blood-colored divine axe phantom appeared, and blood-colored inscriptions continued to rotate and wrap around, enveloping his body, exuding a monstrous killing power, just like a blood-colored killing god coming to the world.

Chen Shaofan ignited a monstrous battle intent, and the mysterious power was frantically injected into the golden gate in his hand, and the golden gate was blazing, emitting a pleasant hum, and constantly trembling, wanting to get out of the master's control.

Chen Shaofan did not hesitate, and waved the golden gate continuously towards the middle-aged soul saint who was a hundred zhang away, and the golden sword shadows that were thousands of zhang long and thick like substance continued to swing out.

A total of nine golden sword shadows, ninety-nine to one, condensed into a golden giant sword, slashed towards the Soul Saint.

Chen Shaofan completed all this in no more than a breath of time.

The middle-aged Soul Saint was too late to dodge now, and he could only take this sword hard.

The silver holy sword in his hand swung fiercely towards the golden sword that fell on his head.

The silver holy sword came out of his hand, and its volume suddenly skyrocketed, turning into a thousand feet, and it collided with the golden sword shadow in the air.

At the same time, in front of the body of the white-clothed soul saint, a shield covered with mysterious inscriptions and shining silver light appeared, which was also a holy weapon, to be precise, a defensive holy weapon.

At this moment, the Golden Gate Divine Weapon in Chen Shaofan's hand had disappeared, and his hands waved up according to a mysterious trajectory containing infinite mysteries, making purple-gold handprints one after another.

The speed is so fast that it is impossible to use words in seconds, all of which is due to the appearance of wind attributes in his physical body.

In the blink of an eye, forty-nine dark golden handprints condensed out, full of incomparable spirituality.

Chen Shaofan shouted at the white-clothed soul saint, "Golden Dragon Sleepy!"

Suddenly, forty-nine purple-gold handprints converged together to form a huge purple-gold light cluster, from which a strong dragon aura escaped.

"Roar~~~"

A mighty and mighty dragon flew out from the purple-golden light cluster and appeared above the head of the white-clothed soul saint at an incredible speed.

At this time, the white-clothed Soul Saint was still using his mind to control the Silver Sword Sacred Weapon, against the giant sword transformed by the Golden Que Sword Shadow, which was covered with a crack and was about to shatter.

The white-clothed soul saint didn't expect that Chen Shaofan would come to this move, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to fly. (To be continued.) )