Territory Troubled Times - Chapter 992 I'm from Tianfu
"Who the hell are you!"
This is not only the doubt in Ye Fan's heart, but also the answer that everyone in the audience wants to get.
Even Mo Qing and Mo Qing showed shock. This young man who was picked up by them while dying on the roadside turned out to be more powerful in swordsmanship than Ye Fan.
"He's just a nobody, no match for the eighth-ranked genius in the dynasty." Anyone could hear the sarcasm in the young man's words.
Ye Fan was angry: "Do you feel complacent if you take my sword? You have a good talent. If you surrender to me, I can spare your life."
"Do so-called geniuses like to belittle others to improve themselves? Are you worthy of surrendering to you?" The young man raised his head with a sneer on his lips.
"You said I'm not worthy." A wave of sword energy vibrated out.
"A person who gets angry after just a few words. I really don't know how you managed to reach the eighth position in the Imperial Dynasty. Are all the geniuses in the Imperial Dynasty as useless as you?" The young man sneered, but as far as the Imperial Dynasty is concerned, Kui is a loser.
Nice person.
But this Ye Fan has an empty world, but a very vicious heart. It is difficult for such a narrow-minded person to achieve greatness.
"You said that the geniuses of our dynasty are all useless, but what about you? I'm afraid you are not even qualified for the Grand Competition. Are people like you worthy of being compared with me?"
"Qualification for the Grand Competition, is this what you are proud of?" the young man sneered.
"What's so funny? You're a coward who doesn't even dare to tell the source." Ye Fan couldn't help but scolded.
"You say I'm a coward, then do you dare to take a blow from me?" The young man looked at Ye Fan with a sneer, and his contemptuous eyes made Ye Fan furious.
"Why don't you dare to take a sword from you, but if you want to be right, you have to take a sword from me." Ye Fan also sneered.
"Yes, if you are not dead." The young man nodded and smiled.
"Waiting for you to kill me, you are talking nonsense." Ye Fan is a genius and strong man, how can he allow others to provoke him? Although he understands this person, he wants to kill himself with a sword?
This is simply nonsense.
When you catch the sword, you just can't fight back, but you can block it with your own strength.
Is it possible that I am weaker than him?
As long as he takes this sword by himself, the next time he draws the sword, it will be an absolutely fatal blow, and he will definitely die by then!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan's heart was filled with a cold feeling.
Both sides fell silent, and the entire crowd in the Sword Tomb was watching their every move.
A true spiritual sword once again appeared in the young man's hand.
"It's not that this kid has no cultivation, it's that we can't see through the sword in the form of a true spirit. He's at least in the spirit master realm." Old Ancestor Ye's eyes changed, and for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
I always feel that this young man is by no means as simple as he appears.
"Ye Fan, don't be careless." Old Ancestor Ye reminded.
But Ye Fan just nodded, but did not take the ancestor's words to heart. Instead, he was a little unconvinced. Could it be that the ancestor thought that this person had the ability to kill him?
In a little while, he, Ye Fan, will prove to everyone that he will kill this person with one sword.
Needless to say, the two people's eyes met, and they both knew that only one person could solve the matter at hand at this moment.
The young man remained silent.
He made a gesture of drawing his sword. Under his feet, there was a strong wind, and an invisible wave rendered the entire Sword Tomb. The surrounding lava splashed in the air, but because of the vibrating sword intention, it seemed to be still in the air.
"What is this kid doing?"
"Long-distance attack, this is completely to give the opponent time to prepare!"
When the Mo family saw this, they sneered. This Wangxin move was undoubtedly giving the opponent time to prepare, and what kind of sword skills could be unleashed with such a gesture of preparing to draw the sword?
There is no hope, he is simply sensationalizing, how can this guy be Ye Fan's opponent?
But Mo Yizai, Mo Qingchi, the ancestor of the Ye family and others were really staring at Wangxin's every move. There was no flaw in the gesture of drawing the sword. The whole body was airtight, especially the fluctuations on the ground.
Mo Yizai on the ground was very concerned.
Wang Xin, what kind of sword skills are you going to reveal?
At that moment, everyone in the audience was stunned.
Wang Xin drew his sword: "Sword Drawing Technique."
The figure running towards me was like a flash.
At that moment, Ye Fan saw in his eyes the scene of himself being cut into two. When he came back to his senses, he happened to see the young man flying over with his sword drawn.
This sword must be avoided!
"Sudden youth!"
With the thought of life and death, Ye Fan saw his own death in an instinctive moment, so at the desolate moment when the youth was released, he changed his trajectory.
Sonorous!
The sword rose, and the crowd saw the horrifying scene in front of them. Ye Fan's original location seemed to be annihilated into the void. Everything about everyone was gone, leaving only the deep black sword mark on the ground.
.
What a terrifying sword.
What a terrifying degree.
If Ye Fan had not dodged just now, that sword would have been enough to kill him.
Ye Fan's figure was not far away. At this moment, he was covered in cold sweat. Everything that had just happened until now made him feel lingering fear.
The young man turned around and said, "Oh, the eighth-ranked genius in the imperial dynasty was so afraid that he escaped in advance."
Ye Fan listened to the sarcasm and suddenly roared ferociously: "Stop talking nonsense, I have my own discretion whether to take this sword or not!"
"I see." The young man felt cold in his heart, but said with a sneer: "Only the weak will find excuses for their own cowardice."
"You said I was weak!" Anger exploded. Ye Fan was humiliated several times and his patience reached the limit. At this moment, his whole body was filled with the aura of black ink, and his whole body was filled with dark smoke.
"Isn't it? You're a loser who doesn't even dare to take my sword."
"You are looking for death."
"Ink attacks the sword technique, and the soul returns to the three thousand." This was originally the sword he wanted to use against the young man. This terrifying sword came out, accompanied by the ear-piercing ghostly cry.
"Mo's sword, combined with Soul Return Three Thousand, is so powerful. His sword skills may exceed the king's level with one sword!" The entire Mo family showed a look of horror.
However, Wang Xin smiled in front of him. He didn't avoid it, let alone resist it. Everyone thought he was crazy.
Ye Fan laughed even more: "Haha, you were so scared, go to hell!"
There was a trembling sound from Mo Jian, but the attack suddenly stopped on the young man's forehead. Ye Fan's expression changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with incredible color.
Because Mo Jian didn't listen to his orders at this moment.
"Why." Just when everyone was confused, Ye Fan let out a shocking roar.
"Because you don't deserve to use this sword!" The young man sneered, and Mo Jian suddenly trembled.
"The sword's intention backfires?"
Seeing Ye Fan break away from the Mo sword in his hand and being shaken out by the sword energy, the faces of the entire Ye family were extremely ugly, but the Mo family was ecstatic.
Mo Jian does not recognize Ye Fan.
There is nothing more satisfying than this.
But the next scene shocked both the Ye and Mo families.
Mo Jian was suspended in front of the young man, and even rubbed against his body.
Mo Jian was showing his kindness to the young man.
"Oh, do you want to recognize me as Lord?"
Under everyone's attention, Mo Jian actually bent and nodded.
The crowd was immediately dumbfounded.
Mo Jian, take the initiative to recognize the master!
"That guy might be unhappy." You must know that the young man has a sword in the world that is superior to the Mo sword.
"Master, if a spiritual weapon appears in the territorial competition, it will inevitably lead to competition. This black sword just fills the gap." A voice came from the heart.
The young man smiled when he heard the words, stretched out his hand, held the ink sword, waved in the air, and performed a sword dance.
"Good sword, you will follow me from now on." It is easy to use. Although the Mo sword is strong, it has not stepped into the category of spiritual weapons. Although it is enough to make people jealous, it can hide the edge of the spiritual sword, which just makes up for the youth.
There is no vacancy for handy weapons.
Mo Jian recognized his master, and everyone's expressions changed.
Especially Ye Fan, he was so angry.
"Give me the sword back!" Ye Fan was furious and rushed forward crazily.
The young man's eyes flashed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and lightning flashed under his feet. The next second he came to Ye Fan, Mo Jian raised his hand and struck out with a sword!
"How dare you, evildoer!"
At this time, the ancestor of the Ye family burst into laughter.
The young man changed the trajectory of the broken sword, Mo Jian returned, and a violent sword intent overwhelmed the ancestor of the Ye family.
At the same time.
"Exploding Sky Seal!"
"Qilin Arm."
With a loud bang, the young man used his sword to repel the ancestor of the Ye family and at the same time punched Ye Fan away.
"What a peerless sword!" The young man was in a good mood. Mo Jian's ability was far beyond his imagination. This sword was too powerful.
"Bastard, you've completely offended me. I want you to die, and you all will die." A roar came.
The expressions of the Mo family changed drastically: "No, Mark is crazy."
"Hmm? The breath of a strange martial spirit?" The young man turned around and saw something like a solution dripping from Ye Fan's body, which was the power of bone transformation.
"This is the power he got in the ruins. Run, run away!" The power of turning bones does not distinguish between friend and foe. Once used, not even Ye's family will be spared. The indiscriminate attacks will rain down like heavy rain.
"Wang Xin, I'll cover you, you go quickly." Mo Qing appeared in front of Wang Xin again. He had done enough.
But in the face of the downpour of bone-transforming power, Mo Qing found it difficult to resist.
"This level of strength can actually rank eighth in the imperial dynasty. It seems that the gap between the top three and the bottom seven is really more than a little bit."
"What are you still talking nonsense about? Let's go!" This bone-forming power has killed several Tianzun elders of the Mo family before. Now they all remember the horror of this power. If it touches it, they will die. There is no room for resistance. Now,
Mo Qing only hoped that he could take his sister away.
The young man walked forward and reached Ye Fan step by step.
"Haha, you are simply looking for death!"
"Bone-turning cotton palm."
"Forget your heart, you are not crazy." The crowd shouted.
But the moment the palm force fell, a black hole was released in Wangxin's palm, and the next second, the rain of bones all over the sky was shrouded in stars!
"This is……"
"Godly power."
The hearts of the Ye and Mo families were shocked.
"My power has disappeared?" Ye Fan looked at the bone-forming power in his palm. The feeling of being deprived of power made his heart stir up waves.
His expression tightened: "Who are you?"
This second time I asked, it was a completely different mood that was hard to describe.
"Do you really want to know that much?" A faint smile appeared on the young man's lips.
"There should be no one like you in the imperial dynasty!" Ye Fan shouted.