At the critical moment, Ye Fan pointed out his finger.

There is no overwhelming power, no dazzling skills, just a simple finger.

The slender index finger seemed vulnerable compared to the sharp Wuhuang Sword.

"Ignorant people are underestimating their abilities!"

Seeing Ye Fan being so arrogant, Qi Hong looked sarcastic.

He is Beidou's greatest genius, and now he has blessed the fortune of the Dawu Dynasty.

Looking at the world, no one among his peers can compare with him.

Not to mention the monks in the same realm, even the strong men of the older generation were extremely fearful when they saw him.

Now, Ye Fan dared to underestimate him so much and wanted to block his attack with just one finger. It was simply wishful thinking.

"Stab it!"

The polished sword light was like a black dragon in the dark night, as if it was about to chop Ye Fan into pieces.

"Ye Fan, don't be so mysterious. Do you think I, Qi Hong, will be afraid of you? Come and die!"

At this moment, Qi Hong, as the emperor, waved his long sword.

At the same time, countless heroic souls behind him stood up, like the army of the Great Wu Dynasty pressing down on the border.

"Hahaha!"

In Qi Hong's roar, these heroic souls all rushed towards Ye Fan, like a torrent of steel, trying to drown Ye Fan.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan's whole body flashed with golden light, and a domineering aura naturally bloomed.

Although he is not the emperor's successor, the undefeated aura he has developed after countless victories is even more powerful than the emperor's aura.

Because this is the invincible self-confidence and courage that he has cultivated himself.

"Heavenly Tyrant Body!"

At the most critical moment, Ye Fan mobilized the sky hegemony, and stood on the independent arena, like a god coming to the world.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body is one of the twelve most mysterious holy bodies in the world of immortality.

Throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, all heavens and realms are the most powerful existences.

Today, Ye Fan has cultivated the Heavenly Tyrant Body to the Dacheng state. He is almost invincible in the same realm. In addition, the Heavenly Tyrant Body also possesses a majestic aura.

The righteous way of heaven and earth, the majesty will last forever!

With the blessing of majesty, Ye Fan seemed to have incredible power on his fingers, even Qi Hong's imperial power was slightly inferior.

"How can it be?"

Seeing this scene, Qi Hong's face changed wildly, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.

"This finger allows you to witness your own insignificance!"

Ye Fan's voice resounded throughout the world.

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips suddenly burst out with dazzling brilliance.

It is like the first ray of dawn, tearing through the darkness and bringing light to the earth.

The golden light shines like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions.

"Crack!"

With a shattering sound, the sword light split from the Emperor Wu's sword shattered.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang??"

Immediately afterwards, a series of collision sounds came.

The heroic souls who rushed towards Ye Fan from all directions were all bounced back, swaying around, looking extremely embarrassed.

The heroic soul has no physical body, but the power revealed in this finger still makes them unstoppable.

It turned out that Qi Hong took the elixir and blessed the fortune of the Wu Dynasty, just like the Emperor Wu was driving the army in person.

But now, Ye Fan only used one finger to knock Qi Hong down from the clouds.

With one finger, the emperor’s power is over!

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"This, what kind of magical power is this? How can it be so terrifying!"

"Yeah, I didn't see how he used it, just a random finger?"

"What about the injustice of the world and the arrogance of the emperor? I don't believe in anything now. We should believe in ourselves!"

"That's right! You see, Ye Fan has done it. Even the natural aura of the emperor cannot suppress his confidence and courage!"

The accompanying guards from the major dynasties were all shining with excitement.

At this moment, they seemed to realize that the unfairness of the world was just an excuse, and poor talent was just an excuse. Only by constantly finding one's own path through battle was the path of cultivation that a monk should have.

The python cage that Qi Hong worked so hard to build collapsed in an instant.

Ye Fan stands proudly and is invincible with one finger!

That momentum and chic attitude made Qi Hong himself feel great pressure.

That simple finger actually broke his prison and at the same time drove away countless heroic souls in the ancient battlefield. This kind of power is not just as simple as it seems on the surface. Ye Fan must have mastered some profound magical laws.

But at this moment, Qi Hong didn't have time to think so much. Now he wanted to defeat the person in front of him.

"Ye Fan, what kind of terrifying magical power did you use just now? It can actually destroy my python prison and repel thousands of heroic souls!"

Qi Hong still couldn't hold it back. He wanted to test it out, see how Ye Fan responded, and then think of ways to deal with it.

"Hahaha, Qi Hong, you are too suspicious. I just pointed it out casually. It's not about some great magical power, it's about your own poor strength!"

Ye Fan laughed and responded with an understatement. It seemed that he just did something trivial.

"Damn Ye Fan, you actually humiliated me like this, you're looking for death!"

Qi Hong was angry. He wanted to completely defeat Ye Fan and at the same time abolish Ye Fan. Only in this way could he dispel his resentment.

"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it!"

Qi Hong kept swinging the Wuhuang Sword, and the terrifying sword energy tore through the sky.

"Huh, good time!"

Ye Fan opened his eyes slightly, and the phaseless sword appeared in his hand.

"Beichen's Seven Swords--The Sword of Ren levels all directions!"

Beichen's swordsmanship reappears in the arena, and the powerful sword energy is overwhelming, as if the power of the benevolent people in the world has been gathered. At this moment, Ye Fan is no longer Ye Fan himself, but a great benevolent person, invincible in the world.

The golden shield enveloped Ye Fan, and no matter how the sword energy roared, it could not hurt him at all.

"Huh?"

Qi Hong's eyes froze. He didn't expect that Ye Fan's magical power was so powerful that even the Emperor Wu's sword couldn't break it.

"Hmph! Do you think you can defeat this prince like this? It's ridiculous!"

Qi Hong snorted coldly and had a thought in his mind.

The next moment, something incredible happened -

Countless swords appeared in the hands of those heroic souls.

Looking closely, those swords are exactly the swords of the emperor.

The Huaibi Sword transformed into thousands of sword shapes and became the magical weapon in the hands of these heroic souls.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Under the summons of Wuhuang Dao, Qi Hongyun used the emperor's energy to trigger the dissipated heroic souls to continuously gather and form, holding the Huaibi sword, and attacked Ye Fan.

"oh?"

Facing the impact of thousands of heroic souls, Ye Fan remained calm and did not even frown.

"Come on the halberd!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly.

The sky dragon broke through the city with its halberd and came out of the sky.

This is the treasure of the demon god Chiyou, and now it has reappeared.

"Look, look, what kind of magic weapon is that?"

"What a terrible evil spirit, it seems to have killed countless gods!"

"This is an extremely ferocious weapon!"

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To be continued...