"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...
Sixty golden numbers are set in pairs, shining brightly on the thirty ring arena.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ..
Streams of light pierced the void, and shot towards the thirty ring arena, no more, no less, exactly sixty.
On the 18th ring.
As soon as Yang Fan stood still, he saw a brilliant sword light descending from the sky, the lingering rhyme of sword energy, permeating the void, and finally out of the sword light, came out a peerless swordsman, white clothes fluttering, sword energy clouding, sharp sharp, twin pupils twinkling Destroying the ages and cutting off the terrifying sword intent of mountains and rivers, this is a young man of about thirty years old with sword eyebrows and star eyes, carrying a long sword.
Around him, faintly, one can see a swordsman chanting sincerely, making him the king of the sword, and making thousands of swordsmen bow their heads! ! !
Ye Xibai—One of the top sword repairers in the Excalibur Institute, ranked third in the Excalibur Institute of the Excalibur Institute, strong in strength, faintly at the top of the three giants of the Northern Wilderness Palace, the Tianjue Sword King Dujuejue On the top, among the two hundred and forty participating Tianjiao, it can be said that it is firmly in the top 30! ! !
"It's actually you?" Looking at the young voice in front of him, Ye Xibai's eyes were filled with unspeakable surprise. Those who can be promoted to the top sixties are basically the top evildoers in major hospitals. It stands to reason. Yang Fan should have been eliminated from the game long ago.
But soon, the astonishment in Ye Xibai’s eyes turned into a ray of surprise. No matter what kind of shit luck the kid had in front of him, he made it into the top sixty after two consecutive levels, but I have to say that this is also his luck.
Those two thousand spirit crystals, now it seems, are already in his own pocket.
With this thought, Ye Xibai couldn't help but put a little smile on the corners of his mouth. Twenty thousand lower-grade spirit crystals is not a small number. Even if it is him, he has struggled for nearly a thousand years, and all his belongings are like this. Even if he loses afterwards, he stops. In the top 30, he is worthwhile! ! !
Ye Xi's white sword eyebrows moved, and he looked down at Yang Fan and said, "Give up! You can't be my opponent!!!"
"Fuck! Did Ye Xibai let Yang Fan surrender? It's funny!!!"
"I dare to pack a ticket, Ye Xibai must have not seen Yang Fan's previous battle!!!"
"This is not an obvious thing, otherwise, I would not dare to talk to Yang Fan like this if he borrowed his three guts!!!"
In the square stands, many spectators looked at Ye Xibai on the arena with weird faces. Although Ye Xibai is the third evildoer in the Excalibur Palace, his combat strength is still higher than that of Bu Jingfan and Zhao Wumie, but also It's just a little victory so one or two, it's easy to defeat the two, but it is completely impossible to suppress the two with a wave like Yang Fan.
at this time... ... ...
"This year, there is really enough rubbish!!!" Yang Fan twitched at the corner of his mouth, a deep disdain, and a hint of amusement. That is the case with Zhao Wumian, and the same with Ye Xibai, don't they? A little self-knowledge
"Boy, you are looking for death!!!"
"Rumble..."
The violent killing intent is as if the Yangtze River, steaming from the top of Ye Xibai's head, tearing the sky and shattering the sky, even if the sea is boundless, Yin Jiuyang and other peerless evildoers dare not to insult themselves so lightly, this kid, what is it? Something, dare to insult yourself so, it is really unreasonable! ! !
"Dead! Ten thousand swords to punish demons!!!"
"Rumble..."
Ten thousand swords light burst out of Ye Xibai’s body. Each sword light is comparable to the full blow of the upper quasi-emperor. In a short time, it will severely damage a lower quasi-emperor. Absolutely, combined into one, the power suddenly soared thousands of times, that is, the pinnacle quasi-emperor, if there is no defensive treasure body, under this sword, immortality will have to die! ! !
"Puff!", "Puff!", "Puff!"... ... ... ...
The sword aura is like a dragon, and the wind and clouds are all over the place, and the surrounding void is all torn apart! ! !
"This is not bad for Ye Xibai. Among all the participating Tianjiao, he can almost be ranked twenty-five or sixty. Originally, he was quite sure that he could advance to the top 30, but it was a pity that he ran into that kid!!!" The elder Ye Da of Qingshan sighed lightly, but did not care too much. Ye Xibai and his ilk were placed in the eight branches. They were the top enchanting geniuses. They could be placed in the main sect of the Saint Extreme Sect. Ordinary Tianjiao, even the top 100 young people, can't make it! ! !
Say it's too late, then soon! ! !
"Small bugs, break it for me!!!" Sen sneered, Yang Fan stepped out, and with a big wave, he slapped him.
"Rumble..."
In all directions, large swaths of the void, together with the long river of sword energy, were all shattered and collapsed into powder! ! !
"Ah! How could it be..." Ye Xibai was horrified, and even the pinnacle quasi-emperor could be hit hard by his own killer sword. How could it be that such a small lower-ranking king left him at will Break it! ! !
Yang Fan slapped Ye Xibai's face with a slap, and suddenly he flew away, flipping in the air how many times, his mouth full of broken teeth spit out muddy blood.
After a breath.
The whole smashed into the ring fiercely, smashing a huge sinkhole, and fainted! ! !
"Second... .. seckill! And... ... is the seckill again!!!"
"This... How is this possible!!!"
In all directions, countless spectators were horrified. Although I guessed that Ye Xibai was probably not Yang Fan’s opponent, he never expected that it would be such a second kill. You must know that Ye Xibai is the third arrogant of the Excalibur Palace. Even the average top 20 evildoers can't guarantee that they can kill him in one move! ! !
"Hiss... ..... Difficult... ..... Is it possible that this... ... .... This kid has the power to compete for the top ten?"
"Gurulu...no...no...no, he...how old is he!!!"
This session of the Eighth Academy of Martial Arts is known as the strongest in ten thousand years. In the top ten, it can be said that no one is under the emperor's strength. The emperor's combat power under the age of twenty, not to mention the Beihuangzhou The barren land, even in Zhongtianzhou, can be called unprecedented! ! !
On the VIP table.
"Brother Dongfang, you really picked up a treasure this time!!!" Mo Wuxie's voice was indescribably sour. Although his baby disciple is also a peerless evildoer that is rare in thousands of years, he compares with the monster Yang Fan. , But it's worse than that. If he is the same age, his baby disciple is afraid that he will be suppressed if he waved his hand.
Mo Wuxie's heart suddenly appeared, "It's no wonder that you would bet with that Sima in shock. With Yang Fan's strength, it is not without hope of winning!!!"
"Old Dongfang ghost, good! Good! Good! This account book is written down! Let's go and see!!!" Sima stared at Dongfang Sheng with a grimace. At this moment, where is he still? Knowing that he had been calculated by Dongfang Sheng, what was not as valuable as his Meteor Slaughter Spear, everything was nothing but Dongfang Sheng's conspiracy, in fact, I longed to bet against myself.
Participating Tianjiao rest area.
As soon as Yang Fan returned to his seat, he saw the gazes of several advanced Tianjiao looking at him, revealing a touch of deep jealousy.
However, Hai Wuya and other big seed evildoers still have a little disdain, like the prince Yin Jiuyang of Jiuyang, looking at Yang Fan with a grinning face, as if looking at a plump prey! After all, potential is just potential. Before it is transformed into strength, everything is vain! ! !
Looking around at random, Yang Fan ignored everyone’s gaze and sat down calmly. Hai Wuya and the others dismissed Yang Fan. Why didn’t Yang Fan be like that, even the strongest Hai Wuya, in him In the eyes, it is just a spicy chicken role, easy to kill! ! !
Yang Fan began to look for the figure of the little senior sister Dongfang Xue. Suddenly, his brows wrinkled slightly, "Senior Sister Xue’s situation is a bit bad!!!" In this battle, Dongfang Xue encountered a top evildoer in Jiyang House. Its strength is far above Dongfang Xue. At this time Dongfang Xue can only parry, without the slightest backhand, and defeat is only a matter of time.
But for this, Yang Fan had nothing to do. The Eighth Academy of martial arts could only rely on himself, and others couldn't help much at all.
Looking at Dugujue again, compared with Dongfang Xuelai, Dugujue is even more dangerous. Unless there is a miracle, it is impossible to come back.
"It seems that I can only go down on the road to take!!!" Yang Fan smiled bitterly, and had to admit that compared to Hai Wuya and others, his teammates were really weak.