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The dust settled, but no one was injured.
Everyone looked back and saw that it turned out that Ye Fan raised his hand and directly wrapped Wu Miaozhen's soul with a primal force!
The explosion of the heaven-removing spirit body was forcibly controlled within that small sphere!
Everyone on the scene sucked in cold air—what on earth is it? !
Bai Qianluo was startled in a cold sweat, and looked back at Ye Fan gratefully.
If it weren't for this man, she really didn't know what to do.
Unfortunately, she failed to avenge her biological mother...
"Ye... Ye Guhan! Don't be proud of you!"
"You don't even know, my ancestor of the Jiang family has already gone to Hanxiang Pavilion, right?"
Jiang Haojun said loudly at this time: "If you dare to hurt me, everyone in the Hanxiang Pavilion will be buried with me!"
"The ancestor of Tianmen went to Hanxiang Pavilion?"
"Haha, it's just time to draw a salary from the bottom of the battle!"
"The remnants of the Ye family in Hanxiang Pavilion can actually be cleaned up if you go to Kaitian anytime!"
The people of the Yuling faction all showed peace of mind.
Huang Zhongyue stood up from the pit at this time.
After all, it was in the realm of the gods, and the recovery was still relatively fast.
"Jiang Tianmen? Could it be the'first swordsman' from Duimen?"
"Yes! It seems that the ancestor Zhongyue has also heard of it?"
"I have indeed heard that his sword-drawing skills are magical, but I didn't expect you to invite him back!"
"Hehe, in this pioneering battle, the ancestor of Tianmen was ordered to organize it, and it is logical!"
Jiang Haojun is proud.
"Ye Guhan! You may not know that the strength of the ancestor of Tianmen is higher than that of ancestor Huang Zhongyue!"
"In Huanshahe, no one has ever been able to take over our Tianmen ancestors!"
Although Jiang Chengfeng's wound is still healing at this moment, he is not panicked.
"Your eldest sister, Ye Yuting, may be crying now waiting for you to save them!"
While talking, a pair of men and women came outside.
"Bing Yu Bingxi? Why are you here?"
Bai Qianluo looked surprised.
"Qingyuan..."
"let us… "
"give something".
Before everyone knew what was going on, a black ball appeared.
"Shenzhen? These two people are the realm?!"
Huang Zhongyue was shocked, how come there are so many psychics in this small place downstream
In the black ball, an embarrassed figure rolled out.
"Ah! Where!? Where am I!?"
Jiang Tianmen kept moving with his feet upright, thinking that he was still falling.
After the reaction came, I realized that many people around me were looking at him with weird eyes.
"Tianmen ancestor!?"
A group of Yuling faction is about to collapse!
This old tortoise with four feet up to the sky, isn't it the ancestor of the Tianmen they were still preaching just now!
Why did he just say that he was great, and his face was swollen after this appearance? !
"You... What's the matter with you? Didn't you go to Hanxiang Pavilion?!"
The faces of Jiang Haojun and others changed suddenly.
The ancestor of Tianmen swept away his spiritual knowledge, only to find that he was in the sword pavilion.
He quickly stood up and said calmly: "I was accidentally calculated by the villain!"
"Sure enough, it's this kid's style, and he hides his helper?" Huang Zhongyue expressed his understanding.
Ye Fan turned around and asked the twins, "Did you arrest him?"
"Yes".
"Just him?"
"other… "
"It's all dead."
The scene was strangely quiet.
Although the words are very brief, everyone already understands that it was the master of the Yuling faction led by Jiang Tianmen, and the whole army was wiped out!
Jiang Tianmen shook his body and looked intently at Ye Fan.
"Are you Ye Guhan?"
Ye Fan didn't speak.
"Good boy, although I don't know, where did you find so many helpers, but I, Jiang Tianmen, was sent by the Duimen to organize this pioneering battle!"
"If you don't want to be an enemy of Duimen, you'd better put away your arrogance!"
"This time it's just that I was accidentally caught in the trap, and there was a dragon and a tiger in the door. It's not something you mob can resist!"
Huang Zhongyue also came with confidence.
"Yes! You are personally strong, are you stronger than the eight? We are all here to do things for the eight, what are you guys?"
"If you want to survive, take your people quickly and surrender to me, we can still find a job for you."
"If it is so rampant, we will report to the Eight Schools. You want to rebel! Destroy the order of Hongmeng!!"
Ye Fan couldn't help laughing: "With your strength, the Eight Sects will really take you seriously? I killed you. I guess the Eight Sects would be more willing to recruit me, right?"
Jiang Tianmen and Huang Zhongyue's faces were blue and suddenly panicked.
"Tianmen ancestor, this person will not let us go, he is a mad dog!!" Jiang Chengfeng said angrily.
Jiang Tianmen squinted his eyes, and after a little thought, he confirmed that Ye Fan and Bing Yu Bingxi are the only ones here.
In terms of quantity, there is not much disadvantage, not to mention that he already knows the magical skills of the twins and can guard against it.
"My ancestor just got caught in a trap before being calculated by the two."
"Ye Guhan, if you have the courage, you can stand upright with your ancestors!"
"If you lose, my ancestor is at your disposal! Never report to the redemption door!"
He is very confident in his own habit.
As long as there is a frontal battle, no one can stop him!
Whenever Ye Fan "takes the bait" and wins with a single blow, the previous humiliation is completely washed away!
Everyone was looking forward to it, after all, Jiang Tianmen's sword-drawing technique was notoriously unstoppable!
"Nothing".
Ye Fan refused without hesitation.
"Hehe, why, are you scared now?"
Ye Fan shook his head, "You can't even beat my people, you don't deserve to be singled out with me."
"you… "
Jiang Tianmen's face flushed, for thousands of years, no one has ever dared to humiliate him so much!
"Ye Guhan... Your kid does have the ability to make people angry."
"In that case, that old ancestor will reward you..."
"My'Jihe' has a total of three knives, 90% of the opponents, only worthy of me to make the first one."
"If I encounter a master of the same level, I will make a second cut."
"Two thousand years ago, in the Duimen competition, my ancestor made a third cut and won against a senior whose cultivation level was higher than mine."
"Two thousand years... My ancestor made an exception for you and gave you a third cut!!"
Jiang Tianmen was calm, his whole person was like a wild beast about to break out of its cage!
The whole body's cultivation base has been concentrated on the hands and the sword!
When he put one hand on the white knife handle, a sharp knife intent had already caused the various weapons of the main peak to hum!
"Ihe, Desolate!"
At the moment when the sword was drawn, the sky turned dark on the entire main peak!
In the hall, it's pitch black!
Everyone even thought they were blind for a while!
In the darkness, there was only a gust of wind, bursting suddenly!
Everyone feels palpitations, death is so near!
The sky shines, and the darkness fades.
Everyone swallowed their throats and looked at Ye Fan...
Suddenly! Everyone seems to be frozen! Eyeballs are going to fall out!
Ye Fan stood on the spot, raising two index and middle fingers with one hand.
That long silver knife, the blade was cut tightly on the two fingers, but it was like a kitchen knife that had touched an iron plate, and it could no longer be inserted half a point!
The seemingly devastating knife was blocked by two fingers, such an understatement!
Not to mention those people from Yuling faction and Jiange, even Bai Qianluo couldn't help covering his small mouth with one hand, surprised.
Although Bai Qianluo couldn't understand how Ye Fan did it, she felt...
It seems that this man has become much stronger than when he was in the last battle with Duan Feng!
How did he cultivate!
"Your sword is more than fast, and its power is just utterly apparent."
"I will practice like this, I should have never met any real masters."
Ye Fan said, a middle finger, "clang" the sound of the knife!
A short burst of external release disintegrated and ejected from the fingers!
I saw that the silver blade was directly broken into a crack, and then the entire blade was broken and shattered!
Jiang Tianmen shook his hand and couldn't hold the knife at all, and the handle of the knife fell off with a "puff".
His legs were weak, and he thumped and sat on the ground, his face gray.