Chapter 482 The mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings

"Ddong one!"

Zhao Fa sprayed blood and teeth in his mouth and knocked down the high wall behind him. He was so angry that he was slapped in front of so many people, and his teeth were knocked out, which made him angry.

"Wow!"

The nine swords spit out from his mouth and turned into a colorful rainbow and shot at Ye Fan's body. It was gorgeous and magnificent, and the murderous spirit spewed like tide.

This is a nine-mouth magic sword, which is cast from different strange irons. The colors are different. All of them are just palm-length, but they are extremely sharp and as sharp as light.

They pierced the void and rushed out of the void, like the nine wings of the phoenix, spewing out endless auspicious colors and sweeping them.

It seems to be enchanting and beautiful, but it is murderous. It can kill people's souls, penetrate into people's bones, and it is cold and cold.

"Bun"

Ye Fan's golden hand patted out, covering all nine flying swords of different colors, making them tremble. Even if it was a rare Mo Tie in the world, he could not withstand this kind of force.

"The power", "the power", "the power"..."......

Nine colorful swords were all grasped in Ye Fan's hand, and the golden fingers were crushed hard. The sound of "Zong Zheng" was endless, and all of them were broken.

Then, the colored iron powder fell from between his fingers, and he turned the divine iron into Jing powder with his powerful fingers!

Everyone was shocked. Is the Eucharist really self-killed? This is too bullshit. This news is completely cheating!

"You... Zhao Fa changed his color, and he was afraid in his heart and said, "You didn't kill yourself!"

Ye Fan strode forward, and every step fell, making the whole street shake. There was a big drum beating between heaven and earth, ringing in everyone's heart.

Zhao Fa's expression changed miserably. If Ye Fan did not kill himself, even if he fought hard, he could not escape death, and his mind was disordered to the extreme.

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan rushed over when he was emotionally unstable, and his golden big hand covered it again and turned into a big golden mill.

"I really cut myself up. Only he said with a smile, but he was ruthless when he walked out.

"What..." Zhao Fa was stunned, but the distance was so close." He couldn't avoid it and fought hard.

"Dang!"

Like an iron stake, Ye Fan's golden hand, like a grinding disc, patted half of Zhao Fa's body into the ground.

"Bun!"

Ye Fan hit again. Zhao's eyes were early, his mouth sprayed blood, his body sank a foot high, and everything below his chest was immersed in the earth and stone.

"I've said" Self-killing cultivation is just half useless. There is still a little power left for self-defense, but you bully me so much. Can you pinch it casually when I'm a soft persimmon?"

Ye Fan squatted down and showed no mercy. He slapped his backhand and made a crisp sound. Zhao Fa's teeth fell two or three again, and his internal organs were burning with anger.

"I forgot to tell you in detail. Under the treatment of Dr. Wang, I have indeed cut myself and fallen into the secret land of the four poles," but I still have the cultivation of the Taoist palace." Ye Fan smiled brightly.

"Bang!"

Then, he slapped him down again, and Zhao's hair was dizzy and spit blood in his mouth.

"You are so anxious that you can't wait to rob my holy sword, don't you understand the truth that the Yuzi will rot first?"

"Have you fallen into the four-pole secret place?!" Zhao Fa gritted his teeth, looked cold, and his eyes were full of murder.

"Boom!"

He seems to have extremely strong self-confidence, and a purple mango rushing out of the sky, like a huge purple dragon seducing the sky.

Ye Fan laughed, but his eyes were colder, and he turned his hand down and said, "Knowing that my cultivation is not as good as fighting, can you hold back it? You don't even think about how close you are to me!"

"Bang!"

He slapped him down." Zhao Fa's teeth in his mouth were about to fall out, mixed with blood, and the purple light from his body was pressed back.

"You'd better be honest when you're so close to me!"

Ye Fan gave him another big slap, making his body sink more than half a foot again, leaving only one head on the surface.

Zhao Fa's face was pale. This kind of great shame was the first time in his life. He was so sad that he wanted to shout out. Originally, everything was under control, and he plotted to seize the holy sword. I never thought of it, but it was such a result. I was planted alive into the earth and stone, and I didn't even have the strength to fight back, and I was slapped several times.

"Enough, you've passed!" The son of Zifu stood in the distance, his eyes were cold, staring at Ye Fan.

"When Zhao Fa bullied Ye Fan just now, why didn't you talk?" Li Heishui glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "If you want to fight injustice, just come here!"

The big black dog was even more direct and shouted, "Do you want to favor that bastard? I will accompany you for a while. I don't mind taking a holy son as a favor!"

Next to

, everyone was speechless. Did the Eucharist really go to the secret place of the Taoist Palace? How could the people around him be more fierce than this life?

"You have transferred some of my brothers to a foreign country, and I haven't asked you to settle accounts yet!" The son of Zifu looked cold and stared at the Black Emperor, full of murderous intent.

"Who is afraid of whom, just let it go!"

Ye Fan stood up, looked at the son of Zifu and said, "Do you really want to take action?"

All the sons are "bright and upright", and no one has rashly attacked him. If the son of Zifu walks around, he will be the first one.

"Since you have cut off your cultivation and fell into the secret land of the four poles, I don't care about you as a half-waste person!" The eyes of the son of Zifu were cold, and he did not respond to the battle.

Ye Fan showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. After all, he was still the Holy Son. When he couldn't figure out the situation, he would not easily take action, and he was calm.

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Zhao Fa roared, and the purple light rushed to the sky.

Above his head, a huge star appeared, purple in the sky, incomparable!

This only star has endless horror power, which makes the sun in the sky eclips the color, emitting a huge magic, and the power fluctuates.

"Ziwei Emperor Star!"

Some people exclaimed that they didn't expect that Zhao Fa had cultivated the unworldly magic of Ziwei Religion and evolved the Ziwei Emperor Star. Once it collapsed, it was enough to destroy a world.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's golden hand poked out and turned into a golden celestele and fell. The divine power fluctuated terribly, and he pressed the Ziwei Emperor Star [Zhen] with a bang.

"Rit!" Zhao Fa shouted.

However, Ye Fan's body is too strong." The big hand turned into a golden stele, pressed the Ziwei Emperor Xingsheng back into his head, and forced the hemagnical power back.

"Ah", Zhao shouted in horror. If Ziwei Emperor Star collapses in his [body], he will definitely be destroyed.

"Save me" Zhao Fazhen is really afraid. "He can't control himself, and the purple star is going to be destroyed in his [body].

"Aren't you trying to take my holy sword and kill me? Why are you begging me for mercy now?" Ye Fan looked down at him.

Zhao Fa had only one head on the surface of the earth, and his face was extremely pale. He said, "Damn it, I shouldn't be so greedy. Help me!"

"Bun!"

Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked it out, shaking a big star from his head. "He rushed up to the sky and burst into the distant sky.

The endless purple light is turbulent, and the terrible energy is vast. Even if you feel the aftershocks like a tsunami in front of the ground, it is frightening.

Although Zhao Fa was saved, there was a trace of hatred in his eyes. He suffered such a great loss today and couldn't wait to smash Ye Fan.

"Bun"

He broke through the ground and stood on the ground and said in a cold voice, "Brother Ye is here today. I'll visit you another day!"

Zhao Fa didn't know Ye Fan's real details, and he no longer dared to take action easily. He wanted to find out the situation before taking action.

But "Ye Fan laughed, like a ghost, moving quickly to the extreme" came to him, making him unable to avoid it at all.

"Then I won't send it. Let's go!"

Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder, just like Zhao Fa did before, which made his face suddenly change and retreat quickly.

"What did you do to me?" Zhao Fa coughed up blood one step at a time, and when he retreated to the eighth step, a broken sound came from the body.

He immediately shouted and said, "You ruined me?"

Ye Fan looked indifferent and said, "You have repeatedly tried to hurt me, and it's good to leave you a life."

Everyone is like a cold cicada." Ziwei taught a monk with a great level of perfection and was abandoned by Ye Fan, which was really chilling.

Did the Eucharist really cut itself? Why is it still so terrible and powerful? If it is only in the secret place of the Taoist palace, it is too unscrupulous.

"You are so cruel... Only Zhao Fa looked pale and trembled all over.

"You have all the intention to kill me. Do I still have to smile? God has the virtue of living a good life. Let's reform yourself."

Ye Fan's thought of abolishing a young generation of outstanding people, which shocked everyone.

"You are in the secret place of the Taoist palace. If you can take my three strikes, I will turn around and leave. It's not difficult for you." The son of Zifu said in a cold voice, and suddenly a purple light came to Ye Fan.

"Bun!"

Ye Fan raised his fist to fight and smashed it on the spot.

"Poison!"

A small purple tower appeared in the heart of the son of Zifu, pressing forward [town], making terrible fluctuations.

"Nass!"

Ye Fan's eyebrows rushed out of a small golden tripod and bumped forward.

The son of Zifu changed color, took back the purple tower backwards, and then sealed his hands and patted the heinous purple energy waves forward.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan still attacked with a golden fist, and the ancient street shook violently and almost collapsed.

"Go!"

The son of Zifu turned around and left. When several other disciples of Zifu saw this, they all followed him away.

"He is testing me. After all, he can't help saying "..." Ye Fan said to himself.

The Son of Zifu was not able to find out anything. He left decisively and didn't want to take risks.

On this day, the news spread all over the sky and quickly spread.

The cultivation of the Holy Body is not completely abandoned, and there is still the cultivation at the peak of the Taoist Palace. Zhao Fa, who was taught by Ziwei, was deposed as a mortal. The son of Zifu tried and finally left.

People are talking about such news. They want to know what kind of state Ye Fan is, and they don't believe the above rumors.

On the same day, Dr. Wang appeared, saying that what Ye Fan said was true and had beheaded himself. At the same time, it is revealed that if Ye Fan wants to work hard, he can occasionally exert the combat power of the four-pole secret world at the cost of losing his life, which can't exceed ten times at most.

This is what Ye Fan and Dr. Wang have already discussed, and they don't want to say too much. Otherwise, if he shows his four-pole cultivation, he will immediately help.

However, he is not very worried, because if he gets the word "nine secrets", he no longer needs to worry. With this step, the world can go, and he is not afraid of being stopped.

"Such news spreads, not to mention other people, all the saints can't help it. Did you do it on purpose?" Li Heishui glanced at Ye Fan, and then glanced at the old madman behind him.

"If you want to test or kill me, just come!" Ye Fan smiled.

"The ancient killer God Dynasty is about to appear, and I'm afraid I've received a lot of commissions." Big black dog road.

All the saints are very calm and have not yet taken any action, but many disciples of the Holy Land have appeared and come to test what happened to Ye Fan. The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building. This is a chess piece to explore the way.

Soon, there was news that the son of yin and yang carried the secret treasure and yin and yang sword all the way south, ready to cut off the head of the holy body Ye Fan, followed by several elders, and it was coming soon.

At the same time, there were old figures in Ziwei's teacher Zhao Fa's school who were furious. They rushed to the road overnight and came to Youyue City, wanting to [town] suppress Ye Fan.