Jin Chixiao, the man in purple and others came to intercept and kill Ye Fan, wanting to take away the rare god dragon marrow, so it can be said that they have nothing to fear.
"Purple dragon marrow is rare in the world. This bottle of divine liquid is worth more than four million catties. You are really timely, knowing that we need it very much." One of them smiled.
"There are twelve drops of divine liquid, and it's not easy for the seven of us to distribute them." The other person said casually, taking Ye Fan as a meal.
Jin Chixiao was calm and unhurried, with his hands behind his back, pacing slowly, as if everything was under his control, and said: "He may not have other treasures on him, and we can count them when the time comes."
The Ziyi next to him was calm and calm, with a calm and calm face, he glanced at Ye Fan lightly, and said: "Take him down first, and make a decision later."
"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon and I can squeeze it as I want?" Ye Fan snorted coldly, walked forward, and pushed towards several people step by step.
At this time, he had nothing to fear from Jin Chixiao and the others. What he was afraid of was only the four old people, all of whom had surpassed the secret realm of transforming dragons, and they were the Supreme Elders of the Holy Land.
"There are four seniors here, and you still want to fight? You really don't know what to do!" One of them teased, shaking his head and sneering.
Jin Chixiao, the man in purple and the others backed away, not intending to confront him personally, they were very cautious in wanting the four Supreme Elders to kill him.
"In the morning, when we met in that small restaurant, we didn't know that you were a monk. Now that the old saying is repeated, if you lead the horses and stirrups for us, we may consider letting your life be spared."
"You don't have to worry about such a person. If you abolish your cultivation, it's almost the same. If you want to survive, you must first kowtow and beg for mercy. I am a person who likes to see others subdue."
The seven people stood in the distance, calm and calm, uttering insulting words, standing on the rocks and looking down here, with sneers on the corners of their mouths.
"You are just talking lip service, you don't even have the courage to fight me, but you have to invite four old men to fight." Ye Fan said coldly, "I see that no matter where you go in the future, you will always fight me." Ask for a godfather or a godfather."
One of them had a face full of frost, and said: "I will see you for a while, and let you kneel down and beg for mercy, life would be worse than death."
Another person said in a dark voice: "You are just a person who has transformed into a dragon, and whoever is weaker than you is just lazy to fight with you."
Ye Fan ignored them, but looked at the four old men and said, "Four brothers, are these seven your grandsons?"
One of them shook his head subconsciously, but he came to his senses in an instant, and said with a downcast face, "Show off the power of your tongue."
In the rear, Jin Chixiao and others all turned cold, and one of them said coldly: "Taking advantage of us, I will let you die on your knees in a while."
"It turns out that they have nothing to do with the four of you. They are all grandchildren. Why doesn't your grandfather come?" Ye Fan laughed.
The identities of the seven people are not ordinary, and they have never been ridiculed like this before. One of them stepped forward, with dark eyes, and said: "I will fight with him, and I want to take a slave with my own hands."
"Why do you have the same knowledge as him? Just ask the four seniors to kill us. There is no need to let his blood stain our hands." Jin Chixiao shook his head and said, which was a kind of tactful obstruction, for fear of accidents.
"If I don't push him to kneel with my own hands, I always feel that something is almost there, and I feel uncomfortable!" He said as he walked forward, and a golden trident appeared in his palm.
"brush!"
The golden trident, which was only one inch long, was magnified in his hand, reaching a height of ten feet.
This is an ancient soldier intertwined with the laws of heaven and earth. He holds it in his hand and kills one after another, like a sea of turbulent waves.
"Stay back, seniors, let me take in a servant myself!" He strode forward, passed the four old men, and entered the arena.
Ye Fan stood there very calmly, without saying anything, but he was ready to make a move.
"It's not too late to kneel down now, I spare your life." This is the young master of an extremely powerful and ancient family in Beiyuan, and his cultivation is in the fourth transformation of the dragon.
"Since you are looking for death, I will send you on your way!" Ye Fan finally moved, his figure was erratic, like a banished fairy flying in the air, but his lightness was also very fast, the speed was extremely fast.
"Hey!"
The young master held a golden trident and slashed with all his strength. His surroundings were like a golden ocean, full of brilliance and fierceness, killing thousands of people.
Ye Fan's left hand turned into a golden stele, and his right hand turned into a golden millstone, with runes flashing on it, as if there were two heavenly books engraved on it.
"Clang", "Clang!"
Two ear-piercing sounds of metal clashing came out, and the golden sacred stele and millstone hit the golden soldier who came up from the vertical split, and sparks shot out, piercing the gold and cracking the stone.
The light of the trident dimmed for a while, and two halberd blades were broken, leaving only the sacred peak in the middle, which turned from a great halberd into a golden spear.
In the rear, everyone changed their colors. Ye Fan cracked a weapon intertwined with laws with his bare hands, shocking everyone, but it was too late to stop it.
"brush!"
Ye Fan's speed was so fast, the big golden millstone formed by his right hand fell down, and all kinds of talismans flashed on it, mysterious and unpredictable, as if he was explaining an ancient scripture.
The young master turned pale with fright, never thought that a person's physical body would be so powerful that it would break the edge of his golden weapon and bully him to the front.
"boom!"
He had to counterattack quickly, abandoning the "spear" that he couldn't swing at close range, and blocked the enemy with both hands while backing up, buying time for himself.
"puff!"
Unfortunately, as soon as his hands were raised, they were smashed by Ye Fan, and both arms were broken inch by inch, turning into a big blood mist.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's left hand pressed down. This is a golden stele of heaven, with flashing innate lines, densely carved, engraved on it, and pressed down.
The young master yelled loudly, but he couldn't stop it at all, and his body suddenly became shorter, like a mountain pressing down on the top, he couldn't bear the heavy pressure, and his body bent down.
"thump!"
He couldn't stop it at all, he was so crushed that he couldn't move, his legs were almost broken, and as soon as he became weak, he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, which was a shameful posture.
Just now, he threatened to ask Ye Fan to kneel down, but in the end, he was beaten to the ground by the other party after meeting each other, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Just because you want me to be a slave?!" Ye Fan slapped it down, and the golden stele turned the young master's head into a rotten watermelon.
Then, he took the weapon that had become a golden spear, and stepped back. The dead body of the young master knelt there, but his head was rotten.
The people in the rear had no time to stop them, the four old men rushed over like tigers and wolves, urging a sea of mana to suppress them, but only captured an afterimage, and Ye Fanjian couldn't wait to rush out.
"Give me back my brother's life!" A young man in the distance with a livid face offered a copper gourd. The moment the gourd was pulled out, the whale sucked the cow's drink and devoured all directions.
Ye Fan rushed over with the golden spear, as if it had been shrunk, and rushed into the mouth of the gourd, about to be taken in.
However, at this moment, his body suddenly shook violently, like a green dragon wagging its tail, he jumped up, zoomed in quickly, and stabbed forward with the golden spear in his hand.
"Crack!"
The golden battle spear was inserted through the mouth of the gourd, and pierced out from the bottom of the gourd. Shenfeng was unstoppable, and the copper gourd was shattered into half.
"puff!"
After the golden battle spear passed through the copper gourd, the speed of the spear point became faster, the golden light shone, and it sank into the man's chest at once, blood gushing out.
"Ah..." the man yelled loudly, his chest was transparent from front to back, his internal organs were cracked, and his soul was injured.
Ye Fan stood in the arena like a demon, picked up the golden spear with one hand, and then shook it forcefully, with a "poof", blood spurted out, and the body was torn apart and flew in all directions.
Pieces of meat and bones fell with a lot of blood, the soul of this person was destroyed, the golden spear was bleeding, Ye Fan's black hair was scattered, holding the spear in his hand, he strode forward without stopping.
"This is..." Everyone was stunned, such a method, clean and neat, terrifying and frightening.
Ye Fan pushed forward, and with every step, the ground shook, like a giant walking, with a golden spear in his hand pointing to the sky, blood flowing, his black hair like a waterfall, like an ancient god of war.
"Chi!", "Chi!"...
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and four old men rushed forward, and once again sacrificed mana like a vast ocean. The brilliance filled the four fields, flooding the heavens and the earth, trying to refine and suppress Ye Fan.
However, what was left to them was only an afterimage. Ye Fan's speed was too fast, he seemed to be walking in ancient times, separated from the current world, and unaffected.
With a golden spear in his hand, he rushed to Jin Chixiao and the others with a step of hundreds of feet. His black hair danced upside down, and his murderous aura moved in all directions, as if he had broken free from the shackles and killed the gods he used to kill from hell.
The remaining five young and strong men all changed their colors, and the opponent leaped like a dragon with a powerful aura, and everyone had to fight hard.
"ah… "
One of them yelled that he used to ridicule Ye Fan for sending Zilongyuan for them, but now he held a Tianluo umbrella to block the air and protected himself behind.
"Buzz!"
The void vibrated violently, rumbling in the wind like a rag, and the turmoil continued.
Ye Fan holds the golden battle spear in his hand, and regards it as a heavenly knife, holds it with both hands, and chops it down, driving the monstrous golden light to engulf the earth.
"Crack!"
Ye Fan swung the golden spear down, crushing the dead, cutting the Tianluo umbrella intertwined with laws into two halves, and the fracture was flat and smooth.
"ah… "
The young strongman screamed, cracks appeared between his brows, blood burst out, and his eyes were full of fear.
"puff!"
The golden spear in Ye Fan's hand was no different from the Heavenly Knife, and he slashed straight down. When the Tianluo Umbrella was cut open, the spearhead cut into the man's head.
The blood surged wildly, he slashed down hard, and the golden spear was like a bolt of lightning, splitting the man's body into two halves, which were very symmetrical.
A large amount of blood rushed out, and the two halves of the body fell to the two sides, the face was full of fear, and there was endless panic in the eyes.
"boom!"
The corpses split in half fell to the ground separately. Ye Fan stood in the middle, his hair was as black as ink, and the golden spear in his hand shone brighter under the sunlight. Blood dripped down, and he stood there like a demon.