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Although the sages find Meng Yiqiu's words unpleasant, most of them also have such thoughts in their hearts and feel that Ye Fan's handling of it is biased.
Is a demon girl from the Poisonous Sect worthy of such trust
The blue demon's eyebrows were frowned, and there was a chill in his eyes.
"Nonsense! How dare we slander our saint of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?!"
Elder Rondo couldn't bear it. His mission was to protect the saint and maintain the reputation of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.
Apart from anything else, Rondo drew his scimitar, started a sacred body cultivation base, and slashed directly at Meng Yiqiu!
Meng Yiqiu smiled contemptuously, had already separated a flying sword, drawn a red light, and a sword intent directly stab at Rondo!
"Keng!"
Jian Yi carried a whirlwind, seemingly a straight line, but the attack surface was far more than this!
Without warning, the wind of sword intent directly hit Rondo's blade, blasting Rondo's sword directly!
Rondo was shocked, and was about to retreat when he saw another flying sword shooting at him!
Wan Po Sect is good at using Gu poison, killing enemies invisible, swords are not a specialty, let alone encountering such a close range of heavenly sword intent!
Seeing that he was about to be recruited, Rondo was inevitable, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and could only wait to die!
However, after a few seconds, Rondo found that there was nothing wrong with him...
Unable to help, Rondo slowly opened his eyes...
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a burning Jin Yan hand, lightly holding the flying sword of Meng Yiqiu!
No matter what the sword intent had on Feijian, Ye Fan didn't feel anything.
"Sword... Sword God?" Rondo swallowed, only to realize that the Sword God saved his life.
Ye Fan's face was gloomy. He didn't worry about the provocative and mocking harsh words that Meng Yiqiu had made against him.
He does not have the same knowledge of these frogs at the bottom of the well, and the key has no effect on him.
But Meng Yiqiu insulted Shi Lanyu this time, so it was completely different in nature!
Ye Fan couldn't bear the woman who hurt her, whether it was her behavior or her words!
Like everyone present, Meng Yiqiu was taken aback.
I didn't see how Ye Fan came around and how he caught Feijian.
But seeing Ye Fan actually did it, Meng Yiqiu showed excitement instead.
"Haha! It's interesting, if you can catch the sword of this young master, you still have some ability.
Waiting for the ancient ruins to open, it is boring anyway, let this young master reveal your so-called "sword god" name! "
Meng Yiqiu confidently raised the corners of his mouth, and once again used his sword to make the remaining six swords spin in the air, forming a long snake formation!
"Shuanghong Jianyi, Hongguang!"
The six flying swords turned into a red streamer, piercing towards Ye Fan at an extremely fast speed!
Electric light and stone fire, everyone was thinking about how to dodge the sword god, but suddenly found that Ye Fan didn't move at all!
In an instant, I saw six flying swords, and as soon as they reached about three meters in front of Ye Fan, they all stopped abruptly!
The six flying swords turned into docile little sheep, surrounded by Ye Fan, and they were actually controlled by Ye Fan? !
The Lan Yaoer behind and the people at the Ten Thousand Poison Gate were also surprised.
Meng Yiqiu was startled and muttered to himself: "This... how could..."
On the side, Meng Chuyun's expression began to be a little uneasy, and he said loudly: "Yiqiu! Stop! Don't be rude!"
"Father! He is just a fluke! The child is not serious yet!"
Meng Yiqiu quickly found the remaining eleven swords from the storage ring!
The sages saw Meng Yiqiu holding eighteen high-grade flying swords alone, and they were all very greedy!
"Even if you can block those seven swords, you don't want to block these eleven swords again!
Frost red sword intent, dream flying flower! "
Meng Yiqiu summoned the power of chaos and sword intent, and urged with all his strength, the eleven flying swords were like a sword flower with swirling petals, whizzing towards Ye Fan!
His sword intent characteristics have been brought into full play in this move, which directly caused a horizontal tornado hurricane!
The sacred cultivators present evaded one after another, not dare to touch this sword intent easily!
But Ye Fan still didn't move. He looked blankly at the approach of the hurricane, an emperor-level sword intent pressure suddenly erupted!
"Om!!—"
The Red Tide Canyon is like an earthquake!
A lot of rocks fell and fell down a cliff!
As soon as Ye Fan stretched out his hand, Meng Yiqiu's eleven swords once again obediently obeyed his orders, dispelling the sword intent and lingering around Ye Fan!
Both the Meng family's father and son's expressions changed drastically, while the Lan Yaoer behind her eyes glowed.
"I haven't learned a solid sword skill, so I just want to practice swordsmanship?" Ye Fan said lightly: "It's a pity that these are good swords."
Meng Yiqiu's face was red, and he became angry and said: "You...you are just relying on the sword intent of the emperor, and you are also worthy to talk about swordsmanship with this young master!
The swordsmanship of our Hidden Sword Villa is unique in the world! ! "
"Is it?"
Ye Fan was noncommittal, but snapped his fingers.
In an instant!
Tens of thousands of flying swords are like rays of sunshine, covering the sky and the sun! !
At least the top grade flying swords, and even a large number of top grade flying swords, are dazzling, as if they have dyed the entire Eating Canyon into a bizarre world!
Not to mention that Meng Yiqiu's mouth is open and his eyes are about to fall out, Meng Chuyun is completely stunned!
Their Hidden Sword Villa has built flying swords for tens of thousands of years, but they have never seen so many top flying swords! !
The sages of the Immortal Palace and the demon heads of the Demon King’s Palace were all dumbfounded. Many people kept blinking hard and felt like dreaming!
With Ye Fan's thoughts, tens of thousands of flying swords directly turned into the Eight Desolate Emperor Dragon in the sky!
Eight mighty and mighty giant stegosaurus roared in the air, and the sound of "kengkeng" metal swords made countless people feel their scalp numb and did not dare to move!
Looking at these lifelike stegosaurus, recalling Meng Yiqiu's so-called "swordsmanship" just now...
The saints no longer know how to describe it, this is the gap between man and god!
However, if you think about it carefully, the Heavenly Star God General who was once hailed as a myth has been killed by the Sword God. How can a Tibetan Sword Villa and Meng Yiqiu compare with the Sword God!
Human beings are like this, when the Heavenly Star God will be undefeated, everyone will think that the Heavenly Star God will be extremely powerful.
But as soon as the Heavenly Star God will be defeated, there will be an illusion, as if the Heavenly Star God will be nothing but this...
Until this moment, the sages realized that it was not that the Heavenly Star God would be weaker than expected, but it was really because the Sword God was too strong!
"Roar!-"
As if carrying a dragon chant, the Eight Desolate Emperor Dragons gathered on top of Meng Yiqiu's head, like eight heavenly dragons, looking down at the tiny life!
Meng Yiqiu couldn't help his legs become soft, and he couldn't stand still, so he just collapsed on the ground!
"Father! Father save me!!"
Meng Yiqiu panicked. He felt that one of these stegosaurus fell casually, and he was completely gone!
At this moment, how can he still look like the high-spirited, arrogant Young Master
Many people secretly sneered and shook their heads. With this strength, they dare to provoke the Sword God, which is really self-inflicted.
At this time, Meng Chuyun suddenly woke up, knowing that his son was in a bad condition, and the pressure of the Holy Spirit erupted all over his body, and suddenly appeared in front of his son.
A handful of three-foot green peaks full of cloud patterns, which seemed to be covered with hoarfrost, appeared in Meng Chuyun's hands.
"Your Excellency Sword God, the child offended your Excellency. I am sorry for him. Can you give Meng Mou and Tibetan Sword Villa a face...
We are about to set off to the ancient ruins. Why should we hurt ourselves for a little thing? "Meng Chuyun said with a grim expression.
As soon as I saw the Sword Saint Izumo, who had become famous two thousand years ago, for the sake of his son, confronting the Sword God who is now the most popular, both sides of the holy realm are fully absorbed!
The sages of the fairy palace naturally didn't want it, because the two of them were fighting and they would lose the general before they set off.
The sages of the Demon King Temple are looking forward to it. Anyway, whoever is injured or dead is a happy event for them.
Ye Fan was silent for a moment, waved his big hand, flying swords all over the sky, and the Eight Desolate Emperor Dragons dissipated in an instant!
Meng Chuyun let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank you, Your Excellency Sword God, it seems that Your Excellency still understands the righteousness and knows that the overall situation is the most important..."
"Don't thank me," Ye Fan held a flying sword in his hand and said coldly: "Kill you father and son, a sword is enough."