Chapter 209 Five-Year Attack First

Ye Fan pinched the moon seal in his left hand and the sun seal in his right hand, standing across the sky, really like a god!

"How could this happen?"

The nine masters are at a disadvantage, giving birth to endless fatigue.

"The candle shines on the gods!" Qingxia shouted loudly, and the copper lamp in the palm flew away and settled high in the sky.

The copper lamp flashed, the firelight was shining in the sky, and the wick was in the shape of an adult. A man with a shawl was shaking, spilling out a hesky fire.

"Use your divine power to refine this dragonf!" Qingxia shouted in charge of the teacher.

Next to

, all the eight elders nodded, and each of them shot a dazzling light and injected it into the copper lamp.

Qingxia taught herself to work hard. Nine fire dragons rushed up to the sky, connected to the copper lamp, shining brightly. Inside the copper lamp, the human-shaped wick was nourished, soaring crazily, roaring, spewing out a large flame, and rolling towards Ye Fan.

The candle shines on the god, like the sun hanging in the sky, full of destructive fluctuations.

Ye Fan pinched the sun seal with his right hand and turned into a sun the size of a grinding disc, full of vitality, exuberant and full of vitality.

"Bun"

He pinched the sun seal with his right hand, and the sun with the size of the mill turned with the copper lamp fireworks in the sky. The flames were turbulent and made a crackling sound.

"Boom"

Ye Fan pushed the sun with his right hand, smashed the copper lamp, and suddenly crushed it. The heart of the man's lamp let out a sad cry, and he returned to nothingness forever.

Qingxia's long-legged weapons were destroyed, and the other eight elders were also impacted, all of whom retreated.

"Rumble"

Ye Fan pinched the moon seal with his left hand, and the bright moon with the size of the grinding wheel turned around and fell down to the nine people.

This is the momentum of attack and killing, strong and domineering, and it can't stop nine people with one's own strength, such as the impact of the torrent.

The nine people retreated quickly, as if they were facing the impact of thousands of troops and horses. They were shocked and pale.

"Where are you going!"

Ye Fan pinched the seal of the sun and the moon and chased Qingxia. How fast is his speed? Who can stop him?

He was shining all over, accompanied by the sun and the moon, holy as a fairy, the dust was far away, the long clothes fluttered, and he arrived at the near.

The sun and moon are big, vigorous and magnificent, powerfully oppressing the mountains and rivers, suppressing and down.

Qingxia shouted, and at this moment of life and death, his body burned and shone in all directions.

The god who was pregnant in his palace rushed to the front, blocked the mark of the sun and the moon, and died for him.

Ye Fan pinched the big seal in his hand, which was incomparable. When Gallo came down, there was nothing to stop him. The god became dust on the spot.

The other eight elders rescued and finally saved the body of Qingxia. His face was snow-white, and his body trembled slightly, which hurt his vitality.

In the distance, Qingxia's disciples are scared. What kind of power is this? Ye Fan pinched the sun and moon seal in his hand, and with one blow, he almost killed their palm.

"Impossible, what kind of secret art is it? One person suppresses nine of us, and there is no power"

"When the major saints were young, I don't think they had such fighting power. What's his origin?"

"His physique is very special, and he has an endless source of divine power. Is it really a divine body?"

"The most terrible thing is the secret art, which is ever-changing. It seems to have been heard of it, and all kinds of life and killing techniques evolved are incomparable"

Qingxia was in charge of the teaching and the eight elders, showing a shocked look and quickly exchanged a few words.

At this time, Ye Fan has rushed to it, under pressure to push the sun and the moon. His clothes are fluttering and his face is beautiful, but he is pushing the nine strong men, like a fairy king.

Nine people dare not separate at all. As long as the strength is scattered a little, the nine people will die. Such a strong pressure makes them chill.

Eight gods, nine true bodies, together, heaven and earth, everywhere, but they can't trap Ye Fan. On the contrary, there are weapons broken, and they struggle to support them.

"I... can't stop it!" An elder shouted, and his skin was cracking all over.

Ye Fan chose this as the breakthrough, and the killing skill only attacked him alone, such as the sharp heavenly sword, which was indestructible, smashed his weapon, and then slapped forward.

The god in its shape was the first to bear the brunt and died on his behalf, and the elder himself did not escape a disaster. He was shocked to death by Ye Fan. The moonlight was like water, and the bright moon with a mill disc emitted a milky white light. The sun was dazzling, majestic and dazzling, and the golden glory flowed

Ye Fan pinched the seal of the sun and the moon in his hand, like a god king crossing the sky, standing high in the sky, like the only one in the nine heavens and ten earths. Although it is a dusty temperament, it is more powerful.

His attack power is too strong. So many monks in the same realm can't stop him, like porcelain colliding with the rock. In the distance, the disciples of Qingxiamen are like dead ashes, and they feel that this young demon king can't compete at all.

Ye Fan's heart was ethereal, and he felt his strength. Jiu Mi brought him too many shocks, and he was invincible.

He even had the intention to compete with the Shaking Light Saint, but he finally resisted the impulse. At present, he is still far from the descendants of the Holy Land. If he meets the edge of the third secret land, he may be able to fight with those holy sons.

Once you enter the third secret realm - the four poles, you can only rely on enlightenment. At that time, both the source and the herbs will be useless, and you can only understand your own body before you can concentrate.

Ye Fan's physique is very critical to him. He seems to have no bottom. If there is enough source, he can make his magic power infinite and quickly improve his strength.

However, the source he wants is an astronomical figure. The five realms of the Taoist palace are superimposed ten times every time. In the end, the huge need is that even the holy land can't bear it. At this moment, the strong men of Qingxiamen want to escape. They are timid, but they are afraid that Ye Fan will

Ye Fan snorted coldly, pushed forward, and locked one of them.

"Sry secretly, help me!" The elder of Qingxiamen drank.

He opened his mouth and spit out a purple gold gourd, quickly enlarged it, and then hit his god in, which was integrated with the natural gourd.

Bells, towers, gourds and other weapons are born with Taoist rhyme, which is very difficult to refine, but once successful, they will have great power.

The purple gold gourd was as big as a mountain and collided. The other seven people also helped each other at the same time, playing a divine glory to jointly promote this weapon and suppress Ye Fan.

Ye Fan still pinched the sun and moon seal, and did not change the style. He pushed the sun and the moon with both hands, like two grinding discs turning, shining on the body, as if the fairy king was patrolling the sky.

"Boom"

As if it was still far away, the gourd's mouth suddenly opened, overflowing with purple fog, and then formed a huge whirlpool, like a whale sucking a cow to drink and taking Ye Fan in.

"Good!"

Other people shouted and rose up one after another to stimulate the divine power and sacrifice the gourd.

"It's worthy of being the strongest treasure of my Qingxia"

"Refine it quickly and don't let him rush out"

Qingxia Master and the seven elders worked together to urge the refining. The purple gold gourd shined brightly, and the whole body was filled with purple fog, covering the sky.

However, at this moment, a palpitating breath permeated and frightening.

The purple gold gourd shook violently, and a divine light rushed out, and then a big hole appeared on it, which was forcibly broken by brute force.

Ye Fan's left palm of the moon, his right hand pushes the sun, like the birth of the demon lord, the spirit of killing rushing to the sky, and hitting it out.

"Kh"

The purple gold gourd cracks quickly, starting from the gourd's mouth, and then spreading downward.

"Crackling"

It's like the broken ancient hall with many years of perseverance, the rubble fell to the ground, and the gourd fragments burst out everywhere.

"Boom"

Ye Fan pinched the sun and moon seal in his hand and kept shaking. Wherever he passed, everything turned into ashes. This extraordinary purple gold gourd was shocked into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Bun"

The director of the purple gold gourd was run over by the sun and the moon, making a faint scream, and his body was destroyed.

"Boom"

At the same time, Ye Fan pinched the seal and shook out the sun and the moon. Two rounds of disks caught up with the two elders, wrapped them, and the two were silently annihilated.

In the blink of an eye. The three elders were killed and the rest were suppressed.

"How can there be such a terrible attack power? This is beyond common sense, when the Holy Lords were young. There must be no such combat power"

"At such an age, there should not be such strength in this realm. It makes no sense to suppress so many of us at the same level! If he becomes a great power, can a person fight alone with several saints?"

"I thought of another character," Qingxia's face turned pale and said, "Such a person has appeared in the northern region"

"You mean that the northern region is the first person to attack in 5,000 years?" An elder changed his color.

"In the past five thousand years, Jiang Taixu, the first person in the northern region to attack, is universally recognized"

"Although he has disappeared for 4,000 years and has served many amazing people, he has always been regarded as the first in the northern region with 5,000 attacks, and no one can surpass him"

Jiang Taixu, the god king, is famous all over the world. He was invincible 4,000 years ago, unparalleled in attack and killing, invincible in the northern region. In terms of attack power, he is indisputably ranked first.

"That's a great god king. I heard that he has the supreme secret skill in his palm, and he is naturally the first attacker of 5,000 people in the northern region"

Qingxia Zhangjiao and the elder of Taishang sweated coldly and felt that Ye Fan's attack power was comparable to that of King Jiang Shen when he was a minor.

"That's right, as evidenced by those legends, this son is very similar to Jiang Taixu. His achievements as a teenager are similar. Isn't he the second god king?"

Isn't it possible to face a young god king who is extremely talented in attacking and killing?

Jiang Taixu is too famous. Although he has disappeared for four thousand years, he has left endless legends in the northern region, and even the attack power of each age has been passed down.

"The power of this son's attack... is really comparable to the Jiang Shenwang of the same age. Is it possible that the name of the first person to attack will be rewritten in the future?"

The head of Qingxiamen and the elder quickly exchanged a few words, and they were in awe-inspiring. They knew that they had provoked extraordinary people.

Although they are just a teenager, they see their own future.

Ye Fan heard their whispers and saw their fear. He never thought of attacking the first place. You know, he was chased all the way, and now he can't see the light.

"You know a lot, so I can't let you go. I need to silently improve my strength here and let you spread it. Won't I become the public enemy of those saints and saints? Attack power is the first... What a great prestige"

"Go!"

vaguely guessed Ye Fan's physique and speculated that he had the supreme killing skill. These people were completely afraid and had already lost their fighting spirit. They rushed to all directions and wanted to escape.

At this moment. What dignity, face,. There is no traditional Chinese medicine at all. Only living is the most real. If it is really a young god king, there is no chance of winning.

In the distance, when Qingxia's disciples saw that the master and the elders of the imperial elder fled with their online names, they were immediately frightened and fled.

"Unfortunately, this place is blocked by me, and you can't escape!"

Ye Fan stretched out his arms, danced the wind, and the root of the phoenix feather appeared, shining around his left arm. A pair of colorful wings really emerged, and the five-colored light soared to the sky.

He is like a phoenix. A pair of divine wings rushed out, cut forward, and crushed the two elders on the spot.

In the west, he pinched the sky, and an ancient mountain emerged, standing above his head, magnificent, with birds and beasts and towering ancient trees on it.

He pinched the seal and pressed it forward. Dayue was like a seal, shaking down. With a "bang", he turned the Qingxia palm in front of him into flying ash.