There are tens of thousands of disciples of Heishuijian sent sect disciples. It is obviously unrealistic to kill them all. Yang Fan has never had this idea. There is only one purpose for his trip, and that is to strangle the ancestors of Heishui and destroy them. The Qi clan, you know, it is only the Qi clan that is really closely related to the Yu family, and the Heishui ancestors founded the Heishui Sword Sect, which originally served them Qi clan, so the Heishui Sword Sect is not in power. , Or the real top powerhouses, often come from the Qi clan. The rest of the elders have less than one level of control. It is better to say that they are the elders of the Qi family, as long as Yang Fan kills them. The ancestors of Heishui, annihilated the Qi clan, and the Heishui Sword Sect is in name only! ! !
As long as other people are not hot-headed, Yang Fan doesn't mind being a good person and letting them make a living! ! !
But sometimes, not everyone can understand Yang Fan’s kindness, just like the family in front of him, his eyes instantly glared, looking at Yang Fan, like looking at a madman, crazy, this young man must be crazy Otherwise, how could you say such crazy things.
As the largest faction in Tianshui County, the Heishui Sword Sect is so famous that it has nearly 100,000 disciples, more than a thousand bone-forging martial arts masters, and dozens of high-rank martial arts masters. The masters and elders are all top Among the best of the martial arts, there is even the black water ancestor, the ancestor of Wuhou, who is an ordinary middle-rank Wuhou. They dare not pretend that they can destroy their Black Water Sword Sect in one fell swoop. The eight-year-old Maotou boy, besides being crazy, what kind of explanation is there! ! !
Yang Lei's face instantly became cold, and he shouted, "Where is the madman, dare to come to my Heishuijian to send a wild, fellow juniors, quickly take down this madman, rigorously interrogate him, force out his family, and then punish him all together. , Such a life-and-death thing, I don’t want the tribe, I really think my Blackwater Sword Sect is nobody!!!"
At this moment, Yang Lei could no longer care about the relationship between the young man in front of him and their eldest young lady. He actually dared to say such rants. It was really not a pity to die. Even if the matter was stabbed to the real master, he would have done nothing. ! ! !
However, Yang Lei did not notice. Yu Canglong and the three looked at him, as if they were looking at the dead. They really are ignorant and fearless. Yang Fan is a peerless killer who killed nearly a hundred martial artists in the Yu family with a single glance. , Heishui Sword Sect is also comparable to the ancestor of Heishui, and the rest, even Qi Feilong, who has stepped into the realm of Wuhou with one foot, are far from his opponents. This Yang Lei mere four-tier Heavenly Sword Master, who can teach him how to behave by a high-level martial artist, dare to talk to Yang Fan like this, really ignorant and fearless! ! !
at this time... ... ...
Yang Fan flashed a cold light in his eyes and sneered, "God commits evil, you can live! Self-criticism, you can't live!!!" The opportunity was given to them, but he didn't know how to cherish it. Instead, he shouted at him and shouted at him. Trying to kill the three tribes, really do not know whether to live or die! ! !
Yang Fan released a trace of the horrible fleshy power that even the princes of Wu Jun had to frighten. Although there is only such a trivial trace, it is still terrifying. In an instant, the horrible aura that swept the world by annexing Kyushu, suddenly burst out with Yang Fan's body as the center! ! !
In an instant, Yang Fan's momentum changed from plain to gorgeous, and his whole person became fierce, like that ancient beast descended to the world, wanting to eat people, and like a god possessing the body, overlooking all beings! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ..
Endless hurricanes raged out from between Yang Fan's hair, rising from the sky, flying sand and rocks, the sun and the moon are shining! ! !
With Yang Fan’s body as the center, the space in all directions is constantly distorted, making a rustling trembling sound, as if it may break apart at any time, a little bit of light flashes in Yang Fan’s eyes, breathtaking, Just a glance made countless warriors tremble from the depths of their souls! ! !
"Ah!", "Ah!", "Ah!"... ...
The more than ten black-robed sword masters of the Black Water Sword Sect at almost the same time, all became soft-footed shrimps, all crawling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, and mourning bitterly. The brunt of Yang Lei was foaming at his mouth and bleeding from his orifices. , Even if you are not lucky enough to die today, you will be reduced to a useless person in the future! ! !
With the cultivation base of the four-epee sword master, and with the ice sword intent that is almost Xiaocheng, Yang Lei's true combat power is by no means under some six-layer martial arts. Even if he is defeated by the seventh-layer strongman, he has a lot of confidence. Retreat all over, but for the ancestor Wuhou, it was a slightly stronger ant, not to mention a heaven-defying monster like Yang Fan, just a trace of aura, and he was tortured to death! ! !
Yang Fan didn’t even look at the wailing Yang Lei and his party on the ground. They took the lead and headed to the summit of Heilong Peak. A hesitation flashed in the eyes of the three of Yu Canglong’s family behind them. Finally, they followed. Yang Fan did not restrain their cultivation. Spiritual power, let alone restrain their hands and feet, but can they escape? With their cultivation base, wanting to escape from under the eyelids of a half-step Wuhou and even the real Wuhou ancestor is simply a luxury, not to mention that they still have the burden of Yu Siming. At this moment, all their hopes are , Are pinned on the ancestors of Heishui.
"Swish!", "Swish!", "Swish!"... ...
He didn't go far, and saw dozens of brilliant sword lights descend from the sky. Heilongfeng, as the main peak of the Black Dragon Sword School, was a retreat for the ancestors of Heishui.
But this time, Yang Fan obviously didn't want to talk too much nonsense with them. Sen Leng's gaze swept the group of swordsmen, just blurting out the word "get out".
This stern shout, based on Yang Fan's power of a fleshy shell, was like the roar of the demon god, the roar of the thunder god, stunned the wasteland, and the world broke and the earth shattered! ! !
Where the sound waves passed, the land was hundreds of meters in radius, everything, rocks, trees, flowers... all were destroyed into dregs, everywhere, there were traces of destruction everywhere! ! !
The warriors who took the brunt of the sword repairs, none of them were spared. They followed in the footsteps of Yang Lei and others, all of them bleeding, holding their heads and howling! ! !
"Who? How dare you come to my Black Dragon Peak to go wild!!!" With a sharp shout, the dense sword light broke through the sky, and the number was nearly hundreds.
Each sword light represents a sword repair of a martial artist. Among them, there are as many as eight high-level martial artists, the first one is a nine-fold heavenly swordsman, and the strength of his body is even more powerful than the average top martial artist, and it is not weaker! ! !
"Things like ants, dare to jump in front of me many times, I really thought I would not kill people!!!" Under the repeated and repeated provocations of these ants, Yang Fan finally lost his patience, and his eyes were killing. Awe-inspiring, the majesty and sacredness of the lords of Martial Lords, although Yang Fan has not reached the realm of Martial Lords of Zhen Guo, his actual combat power far surpasses the martial Lords of Zhen Guo with nine levels and nines, and he is chasing after some supreme kings. Majesty cannot be provoked! ! !
"dead!!!"
With a stern shout, it feels like the anger of the gods, the terrifying human form, sweeping everything, this power is invincible, and it can easily destroy mountains and rivers, explode the mainland, shock ghosts and gods, sweep the universe and the starry sky, it is that ordinary low Xian Wuhou, under these rolling waves, there is only a desperate destiny! ! !
"Ah, no!"
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!!"
Before the beasts were about to die, the screams and screams resounded across the sky, mixed with unwillingness and resentment. They were not the core disciples of the Blackwater Sword Sect, or the high-ranking elders of the sect. , Can dominate the same place, all have a great future, how can they fall here like this! ! !
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...
But no matter how unwilling to be, under absolute power, everything is so futile, nearly a hundred core disciples of the Blackwater Sword Sect, together with the several high-level martial arts elders, are all invincible in an instant. Swept by the power of, all collapsed into dregs, no bones left! ! !
"Dead... Dead, all... All dead..." Behind Yang Fan, the three Yu Canglong and his family were dumbfounded, and the firm mind in his heart was faintly shaken, "Old ancestors He... can he really beat the little beast Yang Fan?"
Of these nearly a hundred swordsmen, no one is weak. Among them, there are eight high-ranking martial artists. The eight elders headed by them are also the nine-tiered heavenly sword masters. They once fought a top-level swordsman alone for three days and three nights without distinction. The victory or defeat is definitely the top martial artist-level combat power. It is one of the top powerhouses of their Blackwater Sword Sect. Only one person can destroy the rest of their family, plus the rest of the core disciples, sect elders, and comprehensive strength. It is strong, that is, against the slightly weaker half-step Wuhou, it is not without the power of a battle, but with such a luxurious lineup, Yang Fan just gave them a cold drink and strangled them into dregs. There is no one left, Yang Fan. How terrible is the real combat power? It's definitely more terrifying than they expected before! ! !
Ignoring the shock and panic of Yu Canglong's family of three, Yang Fan continued to move forward, not hurriedly or slowly, with a leisurely walk in the courtyard, but he did not keep his hands, whether it was those sect elders or ordinary core disciples. People of the Blackwater Sword Sect, as long as they dare to block their way up the mountain, they will kill them all without mercy! ! !
The straight-killing Heishuijian sent all the swordsmen to be terrified, and blood flowed into a river! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
The black dragon bell on the top of Heilong Peak rang from all directions, with nine bells ringing in a row. The black dragon bell is a supreme treasure made by the ancestors of Heishui. It is one of the greatest treasures of the Heishui Sword Sect. It is only in the Sword Sect. Only when something major happens can the Black Dragon God's Bell ring, and the number of nine is extremely high, and the bell rings nine, which means that the Sword Sect has reached the point of life and death. Any Black Water Sword Sect disciple elder, as long as he is in the Black Dragon Mountain Range. In the land of thousands of miles, we must gather towards Heilongfeng at the fastest speed! ! !
"Shoo!", "Shoo!", "Shoo!"... ... ....
The dense sword light pierced the void at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and came through the void...
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: The first one is delivered, do you have any flowers? It’s been a long time since I hung up on the homepage of the flower list. I don’t know if this new year or the new month can be hung on the homepage! ! !