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Chapter 1,257 Killing the God Rider in the Street
The stars are falling, and the mansion is very quiet. A wisp of fresh air floats through without any ripples. ("")
On the surface, the courtyard seemed very peaceful, but Ye Fan felt something was wrong with the Qing Qi. He didn't find anything, it was just the monk's instinctive intuition.
He landed not far from the courtyard wall, submerged himself into the ground, used the source technique that could move the heavens and the earth, and observed carefully.
Not long after, a pair of eyes formed from the mist, looking up from the ground, murderous intent arose in Ye Fan's heart, his eyes were cold.
In addition to the Emperor's Thirteen Cavalry, there are several seed-level experts in the mansion, as well as two soldiers from the city, waiting for him to enter the game.
These people hid in the magic circle, chatting and laughing, drinking wine, and were isolated from the outside world. If it weren't for their source of magic, they could use the earth's dragon energy to capture the unusual movements above, and they would not be aware of it at all.
This is a pit, waiting for him to jump into it. It doesn’t have to be a kill on the spot. As long as he shows up and has these people witness, he can be blamed for killing the saint.
When that time comes, who will listen to his explanation? Competitors will use this to get rid of him, and many monks in the first human city will attack him!
This is a vicious trap. The second-in-command of the Tianhuang Thirteen Cavalry did not really want to assassinate him, but instead led him into a trap, which was sinister and vicious.
Before Ye Fan came, he realized that tonight was probably not a simple attack, but a targeted attack, and now it was confirmed.
"Chi!"
In the magic circle on the ground, the leader of the Thirteen Horsemen of the Wild Land suddenly thrust a purple war spear into the ground, and a terrifying light erupted from his eyes.
This turn of events surprised many people. They didn't know why, especially those who ranked lower among the Thirteen Riders. They were frightened and extremely afraid of him.
"Brother Gu, what happened?" asked a seed-level expert.
Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Riders of the Wild, had a wild light in his eyes, swollen his upper body, and his strong bronze body was filled with a sense of oppression, and said: "There is someone watching us underground."
A wisp of pure air spread out underground and disappeared, leaving nothing behind. The purple edge could stab the saint to death, but it could not pierce the pure air.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This is definitely a powerful opponent, many times more terrifying than ordinary seed experts. No wonder he alerted the guide on the way. ("")
"I also felt something, but he suddenly ceased to exist." The second-ranking figure among the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang has green light shooting out of his eyes, and his armor covers his whole body, like an ancient demon god, as unfathomable as the abyss. .
"That's right, someone was peeping, and then disappeared in an instant." A soldier said, surprising everyone present. This was a loser on the ancient road of the starry sky, but he was so powerful.
No need to think about it, he knew that he met an invincible enemy on the way forward. Otherwise, how could he retreat to the first city of the human race based on his cultivation.
"Could it be him? It's really scary." The fifth figure in the Thirteen Horsemen who seldom spoke said coldly.
"This man is a threat. I wait for him to kill me, but I never think about it or take action. It seems that it is difficult to kill him," another person said.
The stronger and cautious Ye Fan is, the greater the threat to them. If he takes action later on in the trial, it will probably be difficult to end the game without paying a certain price.
"We can't let him live anymore, we have to kill him!" The second-ranking figure in the Thirteen Riders of Heaven has menacing blue eyes, like a demon from hell, and his words are cold and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Under the starlight, wisps of fresh air gathered together, fell in Ye Fan's courtyard, and sank into his head. This air can be gathered or dispersed, and it does not necessarily have to return to the original body.
But after all, it is a spiritual energy in his body. If nothing happens, he is not willing to dissipate it and strengthen his body.
Ye Fan stood up and said: "Now that we have reached this point, I will kill people directly in front of you!"
After saying that, he smiled, then meditated and calmed down, fell into a deep sleep, and didn't care about everything that happened.
That night, Tianhuang Thirteen stayed on guard for half the night, inviting several seed-level experts and two sergeants to witness, but all their efforts were in vain.
In the early morning, the streets resumed their bustle, with people coming and going, and the sun was shining brightly. However, the gloom in the hearts of some monks became even thicker. Three more people died last night.
No one knows how long the bloody terror will continue. It is obvious that some powerful people have taken action in the name of the Saint of Killer, and everyone is in danger.
How many days do we have before we can leave and rush to the ancient pass of the human race? This is everyone's question, and they are all eager to leave.
The envoy did not act, allowing the situation to become serious. Some people even suspected that he was involved, and a bad premonition came to people's minds. The Holy Church
The atmosphere was filled with tension. At this critical moment, Ye Fan seemed to have completely relaxed. He walked around the city and felt a pair of cold eyes as he passed by the city gate.
He couldn't help but look back and saw that when he first entered the city, the soldier who clashed with him was a powerful commander.
This man was wearing black iron clothes and holding a bronze spear. He was standing at the city gate, looking at him coldly and ruthlessly, with a cruel smile hidden from the corner of his mouth.
"It's him..."
Ye Fan was convinced that it was one of the two soldiers who visited the residence of the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang last night, where he drank and waited for midnight.
"I really put a lot of thought into finding the soldier commander who was hostile to me."
After noon, Ye Fan walked around the city, entered a wine shop, and sat down to drink alone. He was waiting for the Thirteen Riders of Heaven to kill him in public.
The tavern faces the street, and there are a few tables and chairs outside. It also serves as an open-air business, and there are not many people coming in and out.
Half a quarter of an hour later, rumbles were heard from the other direction of the street, and a group of cavalry galloped towards them, causing the ancient street to shake. Many people took cover.
The Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang are here and want to enter a wine shop. This is their habit and it has been the same in recent days. They chose this time period to appear.
"You won't live long!" Opposite, a knight from the Thirteen Horsemen said, his words were not loud enough that ordinary people could not hear him.
Ye Fan has been paying attention to them, and he can hear them clearly with his ears.
Many of these people had sneers and undisguised murderous intentions. Lao Twelve and Lao Thirteen were even more provocative, making gestures of slitting their throats at him.
It can be said that this is a kind of humiliation. After embarking on the ancient road of trials, such an action is a serious contempt and provocation.
There are several big wine bars in this place, and naturally there are many monks. Now everyone is in danger and hopes to communicate more on this occasion and find allies.
Many people saw this scene and realized that there might be a big conflict today. The two sides had a deep grudge and it would break out sooner or later.
"Some of you will not survive today." Ye Fan whispered and drank a glass of wine.
"What are you talking about? Are you provoking us and seeking death?" Old Thirteen said violently.
"You are taking the initiative to provoke us. If you don't apologize, I will kill you on the spot!" Old Twelve openly provoked trouble, intimidating and threatening you.
"Please speak clearly, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless." The ninth figure among them turned around and said coldly.
They selectively ignored the active provocation a moment ago, but clung to Ye Fan's words, hoping to make the matter bigger.
They needed to have a suitable reason to kill Ye Fan, always hoping that he would take the initiative to stir up trouble, and then work with the soldiers to kill him.
The number ten and the eleventh among the Thirteen Riders of the Wild Force came directly towards them. Both of them were showing their murderous intentions and were not afraid of anything going wrong. They always suffered from having no excuses.
"You are seeking death!"
"Let's see how you survive. You provoked me first!"
The most radical ones, Lao Twelve and Lao Thirteen, smiled cruelly and pressed forward. This time, even the number two figure was moved. They felt that Ye Fan might not be able to bear it any longer. This might be a good opportunity to unite the soldiers to kill him.
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No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the legal suppression of the soldiers in the city? That is obviously impossible!
Seeing these people approaching, Ye Fan was very calm. He sat there and poured himself a drink, but the air was extremely tense. The windows of all nearby restaurants were opened, and there was a dead silence on the street. Everyone was paying attention.
"It's useless even if you apologize now. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, you'll be killed without mercy!" Lao Twelve shouted, forcing Ye Fan to take action.
This is a bit too much of a bullying and face-to-face humiliation, which is difficult for ordinary people to endure. It is too direct and violent.
Ye Fan did not move and drank calmly, but a man walked out of the small wine shop. He was tall and strong, wearing purple clothes, with black hair like a waterfall. He was very heroic, but if you look closely, his appearance was very blurry. He was dragging an iron sword,
Sparks were drawn on the ground.
He came to the street and walked straight towards the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang, looking at everyone.
"Who are you? Get out of the way. Today we just want to kill the man named Ye." Lao Shisan was very domineering, and now he has nothing to hide.
"puff!"
Blood splattered, and no one expected that the man in purple would rise up and attack the moment Old Thirteen finished speaking!
He rotated the iron sword, faster than lightning! He immediately chopped Old Thirteen in half, blood flew everywhere, and even the mount was broken into two pieces.
At this moment, everyone's scalp was furious. This was so sudden. Who dared to kill people in the street in the city?
This is a violation of city rules, and you need to pay with your life!
This man acted without scruples, he was too straightforward and decisive, especially his sword was extremely sharp, even a saint could not dodge it.
"Killing people!" someone shouted, and there was complete chaos on the street.
The blood of many monks is running high. They know that something big will happen today. If they dare to kill the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang in the street, they must have a great background and it will be a drastic change.
"ah……"
The Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang exploded on the spot, and many people shouted and roared. This was all too sudden. This man was so arrogant that he went on a rampage and killed people in public. No one expected it.
"Old Thirteen!"
Some of the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang yelled, extremely angry, and all kinds of lights flew forward, beating them forward together.
The man in purple is naturally Ye Fan, who uses one energy to transform three pure beings. This is his Taoist body, and he kills powerful enemies in the street. This is what he wants to do, kill them in public, cut off the face and dignity of these people, and kill them completely.
Chi!
Ye Fan was well prepared. After one sword strike, the second sword was struck out, moving faster than these people. Some of the Thirteen Riders of Tianhuang were furious and when they came up to attack, the bloody iron sword in his hand was already gone.
Twelve's head is less than half a foot tall.
It was completely done in one go, everything happened in the midst of electric flint flowers. After killing Lao Shisan, Ye Fan didn't have any pause in the process.
"ah……"
Old Twelve shouted, his face turned pale, and his body emitted infinite light. Various weapons rushed out to block him, but it was still too late.
"puff"
The iron sword flew across the air, splitting his head, cutting off most of his face, and blood splashed six or seven feet high!
Ye Fan slashed out with his sword, and half of the head of the twelfth man among the Thirteen Horsemen of Tianhuang flew up. Tianling Gai was chopped into two halves, and he died on the spot, dripping with blood!
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