Chapter 764

The scorching sun sets in the West and night falls slowly.

In the dark clouds, a bright full moon came out and sprinkled endless moonlight, which covered the cage of tianwu city with a light layer of silver yarn.

The third round of the Imperial War did not stop because of the advent of night, but became more fiery.

The World War I, which has attracted much attention, is finally about to begin!

"I've been waiting for this war for a whole year." Fang Han licked his dry lips, his eyes flickered with ferocious killing intention, and the purple fire swayed, setting him off as a demon walking in the dark night.

But in contrast, ye Chen is calm and has no expression.

"At the beginning, if you didn't have the intention to kill, I wouldn't cut off your left arm. All this was just your own fault. This hatred was provoked by you, and the consequences were naturally borne by you alone. What's the matter with me?"

Ye Chen sneered back, which made Fang Han's face extremely cold, and his body burst into a fierce purple fire, just like a poisonous snake that chooses people to bite Ye Chen's flesh and blood.

"When I burn you up, you will know how stupid what you just said." Fang Han stepped out, and the blood flag appeared in his hand again. A terrible purple fire roared out, tearing the coat of the night, and there was an endless smell of evil in the air.

"It's not up to you to decide who wins or who loses!"

A sneer appeared at the corners of Ye Chen's mouth. In his eyes, a golden awn flashed past, full of the atmosphere of ancient fury. The dark Zhenyuan bloomed from his body, deep and thick. He collided with the purple fire in the void, but was crazy entangled together.

"The true yuan of leaf dust is not afraid of the burning of purple fire!" the eyes of the crowd coagulated slightly. The strange purple fire can easily burn even the power of the soul. There is no way, but at the moment, it can't burn the true yuan of leaf dust. This leaf dust is so hidden that it deserves to be one of the dark horses.

The crowd originally thought that ye Chen would lose to Fang Han and be burned by the purple fire, but now this scene has subverted everyone's thinking. There is no definite number of who will win or lose.

"I'm not disappointed that I can resist the ghost fire of heaven punishment."

Seeing that the purple fire was easily blocked, Fang Han was a little surprised, but he didn't seem very shocked.

He knows Ye Chen very well. This son is hidden and will always have a winning card. Although it is difficult, it is absolutely impossible to defeat him in this way.

In the dark night, the rolling purple fire shrouded Fang Han's body and became more and more ferocious. However, the blood light in the center of the ghost fire began to diffuse slowly like water waves. The ferocious blood smell became more and more rich, just like thick blood.

"The ghost fire blood flag is the life treasure of the ghost fire holy king. It contains 58 Hongmeng Qi. Now, I'll show you its real power." Fang Han waved the blood flag in his hand and spit out a word coldly. The purple fire surged and enveloped the whole space in an instant.

I just felt that the world seemed to tremble. Ye Chen's eyes coagulated slightly and stared at Fang Han's body. At this time, Fang Han was shrouded in purple fire, and his body gradually became as high as, Wei'an, a pair of pupils. There was no human spirit and flexibility, but the darkness of the empty hole.

"What martial arts is that?"

When the crowd saw the empty eyes, their hearts trembled fiercely. At the moment, Fang Han had no human breath and was all evil. The purple fire was like a deep magic light, and he became an abyss demon manipulating the ghost fire.

"Wu soul!"

Looking at Fang Han who turned into a devil, ye Chen's eyes were indifferent and spit out a word sound coldly.

Fang Han became like this, not because he practiced strange martial arts, but by relying on the power of the martial soul.

The blood flag contains the power of Wulin. Once Fang Han displays it, he can have Wulin in a short time, so as to burst out unparalleled terrorist power. Naturally, the power of Wulin comes from the holy king of ghost fire.

This is Fang Han's biggest card. With the power of ghost fire blood flag, he incarnated into the ghost fire holy king, manipulated endless ghost fire and vowed to kill Ye Chen!

The heart of the crowd began to beat wildly. The holy king of ghost fire is a strong person in the condensing time environment. Fang Han got his power of martial spirit. How strong will he be?

"Borrow the power of others, I'm afraid you can't last long." Ye Chen smiled coldly. This martial soul doesn't belong to Fang Han, it's just borrowed, and it can't last long.

"Even if it can't last long, it will take your life, just like looking for something."

Fang Han uttered a voice coldly. On his body, the ghost fire was put out again. At this time, the wailing sound in the ghost fire became very clear. Each way could pierce into the depths of his soul and rush frantically towards Ye Chen.

"Die!"

One punch suddenly blew out. Fang Han's huge body, like a mountain peak, trembled even heaven and earth. The rolling purple fire burned everything, making the crowd hold their breath and retreat madly, for fear of being contaminated with a trace of purple fire.

"No moon!" Ye Chen whispered and suddenly stepped out to the ground.

At that time, the roaring sound broke out, and it was dark. A fist of the moon suddenly burst into bloom and collided with the purple fire. The roaring waves lifted the solid challenge arena, and countless stones broke into the air, making the crowd unable to get close.

At the same time, in the center of the challenge arena, Fang Han's body killed Ye Chen, blew out a fist, and the ghost fire condensed into a vortex. He frantically burned the fist front displayed by Ye Chen, waved the blood flag in his hand, and a force of soul full of evil breath bloomed into a sharp blade, as if to cut off Ye Chen's head.

"Under the martial spirit, everything is mole ants. I'll see how you can resist it!" Fang Han's voice was full of arrogance, stared at the clamped leaf dust on both sides and smiled coldly.

But he saw Ye Chen's eyes staring at him calmly, neither happy nor sad, which made the smile on Fang Han's face freeze there. He wanted to see ye Chen's appearance of distress and wailing, but now, ye Chen was not afraid, his eyes were calm, and even had a sense of disdain, which made him full of anger.

"The power of the ghost is indeed incomparably strong, but even if this power is strong, it doesn't belong to you after all. Fang Han, at the moment, you are like a thief who uses the power of others to publicize your prestige. It's too sad. Without the ghost fire blood flag and the ghost of the ghost fire holy king, you are nothing, and you're not even qualified to stand here and compete with me."

Ye Chen's voice was full of sarcasm. In his eyes, a cold light of indifference erupted. Up and down his body, a hot breath erupted. Immediately, countless bright lights swept into the void and dotted the night sky like stars. At the same time, it also bloomed a loud dragon chant.

"Now I'll show you what the real fire is!"

An angry drink came out of Ye Chen's mouth. The radiance all over the sky connected with each other, and finally condensed into a huge and towering array. The bright light of the array made Fang Han feel his head tremble, as if the whole person was trapped in this array.

In his eyes, he seemed to see a peerless real dragon roaming for nine days. It appeared in this heaven and earth. The dragon body was like a mountain. Just one look was enough to make him tremble.

What's more surprising is that in addition to this real dragon, the dragon is singing and shaking in the void, and the shadow of the real dragon continues to emerge.

Until the end, nine real dragons appeared in Fang Han's eyes.