Seeing that Ye Fan not only did not stop the offensive, but continued to approach him, the old man in white was stunned at first, and then became furious.
Then, his body shook violently, and his whole person instantly became fierce.
He stepped on the floor, making a crackling sound. The hard floor tiles fell apart and gravel exploded.
Ye Fan danced his hands, and his fists were instantly covered with shadows. He blasted past with overwhelming speed. His speed was as fast as lightning, and his fists were fierce and domineering. With a fierce intention, he went straight to Ye Fan's throat and chest.
Obviously he wanted to destroy Mark in one fell swoop.
The fist wind hunts and breaks the air to generate wind.
Ye Fan's face sank slightly, his eyes flickered, and he waved two fists to fight. As his fists waved, countless stars seemed to dance with them.
Emit dazzling light.
This is the "Falling Star" that Ye Fan has recently learned, and it is one of the unique skills in the Starry Sky Technique.
Ye Fan's attack was extremely fierce, and every time he blasted out, his fist would definitely hit the body of the old man in white.
His body was swaying, his breath was disordered, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it!" The old man in white gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression, as if he had never suffered such humiliation before.
Immediately, his body twisted suddenly, like a top, dodging a few punches from Ye Fan, then he raised his right leg and whipped toward Ye Fan's abdomen.
His movements are fast and powerful, and his kicks are tricky, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
Ye Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and he kicked out his left foot, confronting the opponent head-on.
The two legs collided, and a crisp sound suddenly exploded.
Ye Fan suddenly felt a huge force coming over him, his body shook a few times, and a look of pain appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and spurted blood, his face turned pale, his steps were unsteady, and he took several steps back before stopping.
The old man in white took three steps back, his face flushed and his breathing heavy.
Ye Fan wiped the blood from his mouth: "Come again!"
"asshole!"
The old man in white clothes was completely angry. He did not expect that he, a person who had condensed the five elements' spiritual apertures, could not defeat a young man who had condensed the five elements' spiritual apertures.
What an irony, his dignity and pride were challenged.
So he roared angrily, jumped up suddenly, like an eagle spreading its wings and leaping into the sky, and pounced on Ye Fan.
The old man in white crossed his arms in a weird posture, his joints crackling like fried beans, and then he struck out with a fierce palm.
"Snapped…"
This palm, mixed with a huge force, hit Ye Fan hard on the shoulder.
Ye Fan suddenly groaned, his body tilted ten centimeters to the side, staggered to the ground, and his shoulder blades were in pain.
He couldn't help but groan, his cheeks as pale as paper.
At this time, the old man in white did not give up. He raised his left leg high and then stomped it hard on the floor.
There was a loud "click!" and the bluestone floor cracked, spreading outward like a spider web.
Then, he turned around and punched Ye Fan in the head.
"Boy, die!"
Ye Fan's expression changed drastically, his body jumped up, and he barely avoided the punch.
As the two people fight in a wider and wider universe, the combat experience required becomes more and more abundant, and the two people fight for longer and longer.
After more than three hundred rounds, the old man in white couldn't defeat Ye Fan, and he couldn't even hurt him, let alone kill him.
Ye Fan had figured out the trick of the old man in white, so when he was about to charge again, Ye Fan suddenly grabbed a broken star and threw it towards the opponent.
"Eternal green, as time goes by!"
As Ye Fan muttered a few words, the star suddenly burned and turned into a wisp of flame, swooping towards the old man in white.
The flames were very small and weak, but the old man in white felt the danger and instinctively stopped moving, wanting to retreat.
However, he was still half a beat too slow.
This cluster of flames happened to fall on the arm of the old man in white, immediately wrapped it up, and then burst into flames.
The old man in white suddenly screamed, and the flames expanded rapidly, covering his whole body, skin, muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs in an instant.
Waves of searing pain shot through his body.
He tried his best to suppress the flames, but it didn't work at all. The flames were always there and could not be extinguished no matter how hard he beat them.
The flames not only burned his body, but also eroded his spirit.
The old man in white wisely stopped struggling.
He looked at Ye Fan with astonishment and shouted: "What did you do to me?"
He felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his blood was getting less and less. Especially his heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and his breathing became more and more difficult.
His consciousness gradually became blurred. His body was trembling and frightened. He wanted to beg for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
"The origin of your universe is mine!"
Ye Fan looked at the old man in white coldly and uttered one sentence after another. At the same time, he raised his right hand and a silver needle shot out, hitting the old man in white between the eyebrows.
As Ye Fan moved, the silver needle burst out with a ray of light, sank into the depths of his eyebrows, and disappeared without a trace.
The old man in white immediately froze on the spot, daring not to move again, leaving only panic, despair and terror.
He clearly felt that a cold and cold energy penetrated into the depths of his mind along the center of his eyebrows, and then the origin of the universe entrenched in the sea of consciousness began to tremble as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The old man in white felt that his entire consciousness seemed to be frozen. He felt as if he was suffocating.
But when he checked the origin of the other party, he found that the other party was not the master of the universe at all, but just an ant cultivating with the help of the origin of the universe.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Fan walked forward slowly and pointed out.
A trace of blood bloomed between the eyebrows of the old man in white, and he fell limply to the ground.
He swept away the gentle jade of the past, and his eyes became extremely sharp.
The body of the old man in white slowly stiffened.
"Whoosh"
At this moment, a cool breath suddenly came from behind Mark.
He turned around subconsciously.
I saw a man whose face could not be seen clearly, standing behind him at some point. He had a skinny face, a stooped figure, and long hair that fell down his shoulders.
"It seems that you are the master of this universe." Ye Fan smiled: "What is your name?"
"Jie Jie!"
The other party let out a hoarse, shrill laugh, then stepped on the floor suddenly, his body suddenly rose two meters, and his whole body seemed to be like a black mist, instantly shrouding Mark inside.
A shrill howl of ghosts and wolves sounded, making people's ears numb. Ye Fan's mind tightened and he instinctively retreated ten meters away.
But as soon as he moved, he felt the scene around him change drastically.
In the field of vision, there was darkness, no sun, no moon, no mountains, no flowers, no trees, no rivers, no people.
There are only rock walls around, ravines and ruins.
