"Last time!" Ye Fan smiled and didn't answer, turned his eyes, focused on the powerful kings beside him, and said calmly: "I just fought twice, and I really didn't have enough fun. Now that there are so many sparring partners, it's still...
It’s just right!”
Hearing this, the man in black flashed a fierce light in his eyes and said with a sinister smile: "The Lord of Xueya Kingdom has an order, how dare we disobey it?"
Ye Fan smiled and said: "It's easy to say, after I finish fighting these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, I will fight against you, this shrinking bastard."
"Hmph, I haven't seen you for a few days. The king's eloquence has become much sharper. I wonder if he will have a chance to speak again in the future." Although the man in black was deep in the city, after hearing Ye Fan's words, his face suddenly changed and he said solemnly.
With an angry roar of "Do it!" Bendang attacked first.
Ye Fan sneered and shouted: "You come well, you die early!" With a shake of Tian Chang Sword, he took the bone spear of Heyi Man, then turned around and blocked the attacks of others. For a time, he only saw dozens of
Figures of people are chasing each other in the courtyard, rising and falling, and the golden light and silver light flicker and fade, reflecting each other.
The man in black had been hit by Ye Fan before and was already injured. He had been fighting for a long time and had lost his energy and blood. His moves gradually slowed down. Ye Fan looked at him with real eyesight, sneered, and suddenly swung the heavenly sword and stabbed him in the face.
The man in black hurriedly lowered his head. The black mask split Ye Fan in half and fell to the ground. There were still faint sword marks on his face. He panicked and suddenly heard Ye Fan shout: "You're not dead, just stay away."
A kick flew out and landed on his lower abdomen. The man in black immediately spurted out blood. His body jumped more than ten feet high, and his head and feet hit the wall with a thud, and he fell heavily.
He kicked the man in black away. As the figure flashed, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared. A white-haired old man roared and thrust his sword towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan was short and dodged the sword with his right hand.
With one throw, the Heavenly Sword suddenly came out of hand.
"Ah!" With a scream, the white-haired old man had a half-foot-long gash between his waist and legs, and the white flesh rolled around. It was so miserable that the white-haired young man jumped three feet in pain, sat down on the ground, and covered the wound.
His facial muscles were twitching.
At this time, the man in black also stood up supporting the wall. Seeing this scene, he was frightened. He didn't expect that the leader of Xueya Kingdom was so difficult to deal with. He could face ten powerful kings alone and still remain undefeated.
, such a thing is really unheard of.
At this moment, a big black man suddenly danced with a steel hoop in the air, and his huge body rushed to Ye Fan's side. Ye Fan stabbed back with his sword. The man in black could see clearly, and the hoop quickly caught the sword.
, with a backhand twist, the man in black was overjoyed: "What can you do without your sword?" Without saying a word, he attacked again, but unexpectedly, Ye Fan's left palm flew out and hit the dark man in the chest.
The big man suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He fell two feet away and fell to the ground. He felt like his insides were burning, but he was unwilling to accept it. He held up his hands and stood up tremblingly. Suddenly, his body shook violently and he suddenly gasped.
Bloody arrows flew out of his mouth, his eyes widened, he fell to the ground, and he was dead.
This made the man in black who was about to attack suddenly slow down and stop, full of horror.
Ye Fan fought back three powerful kings in a row. It was already a bit difficult. He knew that he could not fight any longer, otherwise he was afraid that he would die here. At that moment, his hands surged and he slashed with all his strength. After splitting a gap, his eyes swept across the crowd,
He raised his voice and shouted: "Those who are not afraid of death, just come up!" The shouts came out, and dozens of people were silent for a while, and even stopped one after another.
Seeing Ye Fan outnumbered and still overwhelming, the man in black was so surprised: "I heard that the old leader of Xueya Kingdom died suddenly and his son was forced to succeed. I just
It is really a mistake to think that the leader of Xueya Kingdom is a stupid young man."
At this time, Ye Fan looked frightened when he saw the other person, his eyes flickered, he looked at Ling'er behind him, and then at the man in black, with a smile on his lips.
His body shook.
He stepped forward and slapped the white-haired old man with his palm, but the Heavenly Sword struck at the man in black. Seeing this speed and such fierce palm power, the white-haired old man dared to take on the man without any hesitation.
Lifting up one's body, the person is already one foot away.
Ye Fan's palm failed, but a smile appeared on his face. He turned around, suddenly swept out more than ten feet, and held Ling'er in his arms. When Ling'er saw his elder brother, he was so brave, joyful and beautiful.
There were tears in his eyes.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, picked up Ling'er, and walked out through the space given by the white-haired old man.
When the man in black saw this, there was an evil spirit between his brows. However, the blade struck by Ye Fan with the Heavenly Sword was coming at a high speed. He could not get away. He could only stare bitterly and waved his bone spear to block the blade.
Fan has left the courtyard.
Looking at the people who were still standing stupidly, the man in black snorted angrily and cursed loudly: "What are you still doing? Are you afraid that those two little bastards will eat you? Humph, if this action fails, who will
I can’t even eat and walk around.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black jumped over the wall beam and disappeared. After the rest of the people looked at each other, they also came to their senses. No matter how brave Ye Fan was, he was only one person, and his face was all warm.
A strong Heavenly King actually frightened a strong Heavenly King. He couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and used his body skills to catch up.
As soon as Ye Fan came out of the courtyard with Ling'er in his arms, he saw thunderous noises inside and outside the house, and thousands of enemy troops were swarming outside the house. As soon as they saw him coming out, they all rushed to block him.
"Ling'er, close your eyes and don't look." He then forced his way out, and the scene would be extremely bloody. It would be better for a girl to watch less of such a scene.
After Ling'er responded softly, he closed his eyes.
Ye Fan raised his sword and flew away the dozens of people who came up to him, and stood out a few feet to the west. He felt his blood boiling, as if he was killing a lot of people, but his thoughts made him suppress it quickly. He felt in his heart,
"Am I one of those warlike people?"
He touched his nose with a wry smile and was about to jump away when he suddenly heard screams in front of him. Looking up, he saw a man waving a long sword and fighting hundreds of enemy soldiers.
After a closer look, he was slightly startled. The man was dressed in white, and he was dancing with a folding fan. He was not the scholar in white. He thought he had been fighting hard for a long time, and was covered in blood. The blood penetrated his clothes. In just a moment, he was hit by two swords again, and his body was already dead.
Tottering.
Ye Fan frowned, his Heavenly Sword shook wildly, he rushed into the crowd, and got in front of Wentu in white. While he was stunned, he waved his hand and shot a 'Lingxin Pill' into his mouth, and then stabbed him with his backhand sword.
The leading general died, holding a white cloth in one hand and walking out of the formation.
The white-clothed Wentu was already extremely exhausted. When he suddenly saw Ye Fan, he somehow gained endless strength. He turned over and landed on the ground, indicating that he didn't need Ye Fan's support, and they ran together.
All the troops blocking the way, Ye Fan's Heavenly Sword struck, blood and flesh flew everywhere, both dead and injured, but everyone was as jealous as blood, howling like a pack of wolves, and rushed forward, not caring about the cold light of the Heavenly Sword in Ye Fan's hand.