Chapter Two Hundred and Eight: Powerful Mixed Element

"Look for death!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ding Fan couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, shouted violently, and smashed his fist towards Ye Fan's face.

The giant fist was supplemented by the power of the mixed element, and the fist wind was chilling, causing Ye Fan's entire robe to whew.

"Dragon-patterned fists!"

The powerful power in front of him made Ye Fan's face slightly startled, and he suddenly put his fists together, bringing a burst of dragon roar.

Ye Fan had only felt the power of the mixed element, but he had never resisted it directly, so he naturally had to be extra careful at this moment.

"Boom!"

The two of them directly collided with each other with their fists in the center, causing Ye Fan's residence to be shocked, if it weren't for the fact that the houses in the Lingxiao Hall were extremely strong, they must have been collapsed at this moment.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

The power of the mixed element was beyond Ye Fan's expectations, this wind-like power contained a vast mountain-like impact, even under the power of the dragon's fists, it was smashed back a few steps.

Tucking his trembling arms behind him, Ye Fan's forehead was already in a little cold sweat, Ding Mad was too strong, even if it was an ordinary blow, it was enough for him to bear.

"Boy, with your strength, in my family, you can't even compare to a servant, I really don't know how you came here, your existence is simply an insult to the word Ling Xiao. ”

Winning the blow with one blow, Ding Mad looked more and more arrogant, although all the geniuses in Lingxiao Hall were geniuses, but Ye Fan was not worthy of the word genius in front of him at all, and the realm of the two was too different.

Hearing this, Ye Fan did not reply except for a more gloomy face, the power of pure yuan is several times stronger than the power of yuan, and the power of mixed yuan is several times stronger than the power of pure yuan, this back and forth, he really has no chance of winning.

"Phantom World Divine Fist, break it for me!" Faced with an almost unmatchable force, Ye Fan could only start with martial arts, which was also his real strength.

"Waste is waste, no matter how much you struggle, it's useless!" Ding Mad looked at Ye Fan's actions, and stood with a sneer, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

The realm is always proportional to the strength, and if the realm is poor, the strength will naturally not be much stronger.

"Boom!"

Under Ding Ma's gaze, Ye Fan completely turned into a ball of golden light and exploded, and a loud noise came from the space, sweeping Ding Mad into it.

"The power of the mixed element, protect my body!" At the moment when the space was shattered, Ding Mad had already felt a little crisis, and immediately squealed, his whole body was surrounded by the power of the mixed element, his clothes danced, and he whirred.

"Bang!"

The space soon coincided, but there was a muffled sound in the air, and a figure flew straight out and fell heavily to the ground.

After "poof...... Ye Fan looked at the person wrapped in the breeze in front of him with some surprise, and was a little disappointed at the moment, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ding Mad in front of him, under the shroud of the Phantom World Divine Fist, did not get injured in the slightest, but it was the mixed yuan power he mastered that made Ye Fan suffer from the backlash of the Phantom World Divine Fist, so he flew out upside down.

At this time, the scene was almost the same as when he fought against Ye Meng, and they were all opponents that Ye Fan could not defeat for the time being.

"Haha, just with your realm, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, you can't hurt me!" For this Illusory World Divine Fist, Ding Fan still had some heart palpitations, but the power exerted by Ye Fan was too weak for him.

"Really, then again!"

Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a monstrous battle intent had already appeared in his eyes, and he slapped the ground with both hands, and immediately jumped up.

Even if it is an invincible enemy, as long as you fight hard, you will be worthy of yourself.

"Bloody, give it to me!"

As soon as the blood wings spread behind him, Ye Fan had already circled behind Ding Mad and immediately shot out twenty drops of essence blood from his mouth, and pointed at the sky and pointed towards Ding Mad with one hand.

"Second brother, be careful!"

When the Ding people in the rear saw this scene, they reminded them one after another.

"Hmph, look at my mixed yuan hand!" Ding Mad was very angry about Ye Fan's sudden sneak attack, and at the same time, the blood color that gathered twenty drops of essence blood gave him great oppression, which actually brought him a little sense of crisis.

The Mixed Yuan Hand is a high-grade martial art, and it is not weak in the Flying Locust Palace, and only those who comprehend the power of the Mixed Yuan can use it.

"Wow!" The infinite power of the mixed element slowly condensed in Ding Mad's right palm, vaguely forming a small vortex.

The whirlpool was born in the palm of the hand, and once it appeared, the whole world seemed to rotate with it, and the wind whistled, containing the slightest fatal danger.

"Boom, boom!"

The pillar of blood with strong demonic power touched the mixed element's hand, and the loud sound continued, and the entire ground trembled.

The demonic power is not the power of the yuan, the power is extraordinary, not inferior to the power of the mixed yuan, and it does not fall behind for a while.

"Damn!" Ding Mad held the mixed yuan hand, and couldn't help but scold in his mouth, the original arrogant smile had dissipated, his face became a little gloomy, the blood pillar continued to attack, and the domineering demon force forced him back two steps.

"Boy, you can be proud of being defeated under the full strength of my Ding Mad Mad!" Ding Mad saw that the momentum was not right, and finally lost his patience, and the power of the mixed yuan in his whole body burst out, and he was added to the hands of the mixed yuan.

"Wow!" The hybrid hand, which had been devastated by the blood light, exuded an incomparably strong power in an instant, and forcibly defeated the demonic power.

"You ......" Ye Fan looked at this scene with some shock, originally thought that there was hope for this blow, but he never thought that Ding Fan didn't use all his strength at all.

After completely wiping out the blood light, Ding Fan also looked at Ye Fan with a surprised expression, he was a strong man in the top twenty of the Flying Locust Palace, but he was forced to go all out by a last kid from the Northern Regions, this was not a victory, but a shame.

Even if he is a strong man ranked around fifty, he is not qualified to let him go all out.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the blood light disappeared, Ye Fan was slapped out by the mixed yuan hand that followed, and a blood-colored palm print appeared on his chest, which was shocking.

"Boy, you are not my opponent, hand over the merit points and treasures, and even give you one last chance to join my Ding clan!" Ding Maan's tone towards Ye Fan had quietly changed, he had completely contempt for Ye Fan before, but after a battle, the guy in front of him who was only at the peak of the ninth fold had already attracted enough attention from him.

Ye Fan's strength at the moment can definitely rank above forty in the Flying Locust Palace.

"Haha, this is your full strength, it seems that the powerhouse ranked twenty in the hall is nothing more than that!" Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"Isn't this person crazy?" Seeing this scene, the people around the Ding family were whispering, Ye Fan's two major martial arts skills were broken by Ding Mad at this moment, and he was even more bloodstained and seriously injured, but he could still laugh.

"Qiang ......"

In the midst of everyone's whispering, a metal echo suddenly appeared in the center of the field, and when he looked up, Ye Fan had a bronze ancient sword inserted in front of him at some point, and the seemingly dilapidated sword body was trembling slightly.

Along with it came Ye Fan's voice full of faith:

"Even at the end of the crossbow, I still have a sword, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead!"

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