Chapter 1248 Sweep
A roaring mountain and river collapse!
The mountains have become dust and are destroyed like paper. How can we fight? Ye Fan came across the border like a demon lord, roaring and shattering several strong men, bloody and shocking.
He is flying indiscriminately, and his golden spirit of war is so strong that he stands under the sky and is invincible.
Demon God!
These people shouted in their hearts, fought two battles, their faces were snow-white, and they had a sense of powerlessness. Their bodies couldn't help trembling, and they had never been as afraid as they are now.
"Puff"
The blood splashed, and the bones stuck to the blood flew and shot. Ye Fan's black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were cold, and his golden fists beat one person into a blood mist, and the bottom was shattered!
His powerful deterrent is enough to tear a monk who stepped into the trial field with just one punch.
The killing continued. Ye Fanru, a human-like barbarian dragon, broke into the wolves. When he raised his hand and raised his feet, someone would be destroyed. The rain of blood fell, and the broken bones flew, as if he had opened the door of hell.
"Ah...
These people trembled with fear, shouted in horror, and fled in an all-round way. Now everyone can see that this is a god and demon, and they can only die if they are enemies of him.
"Where are you going!" Ye Fan scolded gently. Since he chose to do it, he had to kill him simply. He would not have any women's benevolence. This is the cruel law after entering the trial field.
"Forgive me for my life. I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't encircle and suppress my Taoist brother." A scribe was caught up, begging for mercy with a pale face, and almost knelt there.
Ye Fan was indifferent and ruthless, with his golden fingers, and a blood flower flew out of his forehead. The color of panic froze and fell straight in the pool of blood.
"Boom!"
The magic umbrella of the sky fell, covering the sky and the sun, and thousands of strands of silk fell down. It was the divine chain of order, intertwined under the sky, as if it were cast with divine iron. Cui Can was eye-catching and suppressed Ye Fan.
This is a powerful sacred weapon, tearing the eternal blue sky. If a sea of stars boils and falls, it will destroy everything.
"He has been suppressed. Kill him quickly!" The middle-aged Taoist nun shouted, looking gloomy.
On that day, the magic umbrella was as dark as ink, and the divine chain of order had tens of thousands of channels, penetrating every inch of void, as if Ye Fan was imprisoned on the spot.
This weapon belongs to a man in blue. He hides in the distance. After sacrificing this weapon, he keeps chanting ancient spells to bring it back to life.
Many people look strange and urge all kinds of magic weapons to cut forward, because they know that it is impossible to be good, and even if they beg for mercy, they will be killed.
"The device to kill him!" The head in the middle-aged Taoist nun's hand shouted, it was the red willow, her body was destroyed, and she hated Ye Fan to the extreme.
"Gentlemen, we have no way out. We have no choice but to slaughter him, or we will die!" The middle-aged Taoist nun looked ferocious, Zhang. He spit out a mouthful of blood-red bell, spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood on it, and sacrificed it.
Dang!
The death knell shocked the world, shattered the earth, annihilated the sky, and quickly enlarged. The bloody bell body turned everything into ashes, which is a veritable death clock.
It fell with the Heavenly Demon Umbrella and trapped Ye Fan in the middle, trying to refine him into purulent blood, blood, ghost crying and howling.
"It's really effective. Kill him. Don't flinch. Kill him at this moment!" Seeing this, some people shouted cruelly one by one, boosting their morale.
Ye Fan is lame. This magic umbrella is a little special. In addition to a terrible sacred artifact, it also contains a wisp of soul of a powerful existence.
That is the head of today's demon, floating in the void, higher than the mountains. It is this thing that poses a certain threat to him and imprisons the world.
"Kill, kill him!" Even the red willow with only one head was screaming fiercely, stimulating the last divine power, sacrificing the cracked sky seal, turning it into a mountain peak, and pressing Ye Fan in the field.
The magic weapon is dazzling, and each shuttles through the world. The auspicious spirit is confused, and the killing air is broken.
Lan Feng smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth. Together with several people, he silently sacrificed the forbidden weapon, quickly hit the center of the field, and decisively let the holy thing burst.
"Boom!"
This is a killing disaster. All kinds of lights cover the sun, and they all rush up, making this place full of holes and dilapidated.
"Is he... dead?" One man said in a trembling voice.
In the distance, the magic was so powerful that a large black umbrella was more than ten thousand feet high. Ye Fan actually snatched it in his hand and went hundreds of miles across the sky.
The light of destruction of the forbidden weapon just now still failed to hit him, but only destroyed an ancient land.
"Who is this, who took away the holy soldier of the full resurrection with his bare hands?!" Several people were so scared that their scalps were numb.
"He doesn't seem to get rid of his imprisonment, and he is still within the range of the magic umbrella!"
Lan Feng's gloomy face and said, "This is the virtual shadow of the heavenly demon sealed by a senior ancestor, forming the heavenly demon field, which briefly imprisoned him. You quickly took action and killed him."
"Kill!"
Everyone took action again, and the middle-aged Taoist nun sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood in a row, stimulated the bloody death knell, shook the rivers and mountains, and took Shengwei down.
The same is true of others. They have urged all kinds of secret treasures at any cost, overflowing with light and drowning there.
Buzz!
Behind Ye Fan, five swords emerged, which was the secret art of the gods from the eternal star domain. The five-color divine light rushed to the sky, and the wheel moved to cut the heavenly demon umbrella.
It seemed that there were 100,000 swords ringing together. Although the magic umbrella was a very strange sacred artifact that day, it was constantly cracked.
"Boom!"
The devil's head rushed up, opened his mouth and roared, deafening, and wanted to swallow Ye Fan.
However, in a dazzling light, Ye Fan blew him up in heaven and earth with six reincarnation fists, and the black magic blood flowed down, and then turned into a cloud of smoke.
"What, the devil's virtual shadow was killed by him!" The man in blue changed his face and turned around and fled.
Dang!
Ye Fan punched the bloody bell... The cracks were dense... Then he waved his magic fist again. After nine strikes, he exploded with the sky seal in the wail of the sacred weapon.
Bloody clock fragments and skyprint fragments flew in all directions, and screams came one after another. From time to time, someone was hit and the bones were broken.
Ye Fan is like a god in the dust, invincible, one after another, smashing several weapons in the world, splitting the mountains and the sea, and has infinite magic power.
Now there is no suspense that it is difficult to fight. The middle-aged Taoist nun and others are as anxious as a homeless dog to escape.
Some people didn't even care about their mounts and ran away. The dragons and horses were strangled in the back, turning into a fire cloud, killing and honored among the beasts.
"Taoist friend, I can sit down and talk about it for the time being." Some people begged and scared the souls of the dead because they found that Ye Fan was too fast to cut off their way forward.
"Escape separately!" The middle-aged Taoist priest gritted her teeth.
"Ah..."
In the sad screams, a man who had just left the team was directly beaten into blood mud by Ye Fan and died on the spot.
"Only by being together can we make him a little afraid. We can't separate and exit this trial field together.
They have lost their self-confidence in their hearts and don't want to embark on the ancient road of the trial of the strong at all, as long as they can live better than anything else.
Ye Fan slowed down and killed one by one, and now less than five or six people are alive.
Twenty-three strong men, united together, without using a forbidden weapon, etc., were enough to kill the ancient saint, but they were killed in such a miserable situation by Ye Fan alone.
"Puff.
The man in blue took out a half-foot-long puppet in his eyes. The puppet spit out dozens of mouthfuls of blood, all of which fell on the puppet, which looked extremely strange.
Lan Feng seemed to have removed most of his life and became very weak. Obviously, he paid a painful price. He wrote the word Ye Fan in the heart of the puppet's eyebrows with blood, and then picked up a small palm-long sword, and slashed the puppet's forehead bone.
At this moment, Ye Fan's cold hair stood up all over his body, and his frontal bone hurt, as if a peerless weapon would pierce his skull, close at hand.
This is so sudden!
Ye Fan's mind trembled. At this moment, the human treasures excavated by the ten-year expedition were all opened according to one instinct.
What kind of blood contains stars, the bones turn into a god, a thought of Taoism, all of these things, all of them emerge!
His forehead bone was shining, accompanied by a kind of Taoist singing, splitting the void and destroying an inexplicable crisis.
"Puff"
The man in blue sprayed blood, the puppet in his hand flew away, and the palm-long sword was broken. His vitality was greatly damaged.
The middle-aged Taoist nun held the head of the red willow and Lan Feng and a total of five people, like a homeless dog, fled in horror, one by one, covered with blood.
"I'm fighting with you!" I really couldn't run any more. The middle-aged Taoist nun's face turned pale, urged the dust, turned into a hanging Tianhe, and pulled forward.
Ye Fan looked indifferent, and his fighting power was extremely strong. One palm was cut out, and the galaxy collapsed. Half of the middle-aged Taoist aunt's body was shattered. She screamed sharply and fled again.
"Ah...take me with you!" Hongliu shouted in panic, leaving only one head, and her spirit dried up. She was thrown to the ground by the middle-aged Taoist aunt. She only wanted to escape by herself, but the speed was too slow.
"Bun!"
Ye Fan stepped forward, kicked out, his head was torn apart, and a yuan god rushed out. He shouted in fear, "Don't kill me, just keep me alive, and let me do anything!"
Puff!
Ye Fan stepped on it, and the primordial spirit instantly became flying ash, turned into looting soil under the soles of his feet, and died cleanly.
The dead souls of the four people in front of them are frightened. They have never been as desperate as today. In the past, they were all over a field, but now they are chased like dogs. There is no way to go to the earth.
"We don't know the emperor. You have a lot of people. Don't see us like us..." One of them collapsed and kept begging for mercy.
"Shout up, as long as you let us live, everything will be said!" Lan Feng was about to collapse, and his face turned pale and shouted.
"Didn't you say that I should kneel down and say that I was a saint, and then beheaded myself to pray for your forgiveness..." Ye Fan's voice was indifferent and pointed like a sword, pressing forward.
"Ah..." Lan Feng shouted sadly, his body was broken, turned into broken bones and blood fog, and finally spread to his head. His yuan god quickly rushed out of the heavenly spirit cover, and his body became a ball of mud.
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At the end of Ye Fan's finger, a sword flew out, nailing the little man who turned into a primordial spirit to death in the void and died completely.
Ye Fanru is an immortal furnace, emitting a huge golden deity. The whole person stands in heaven and earth. He is more afraid of the middle-aged Taoist nun and the remaining two people to scare his body**. At this moment, any dignity and the strongest trial have become nothingness.
Ye Fan pointed to him like a sword, and he was so powerful that he wanted to save the lives of the three Cambodians. Suddenly, five figures fell and stood in front of him, and the owner of Junwei Mountain appeared.
"Brother Dao is merciful. Can you raise your hand to save their lives?" He said seriously.
"No way!" Ye Fan shook his head and refused very decisively.
"Do you think you are very powerful? Even the owner of Junwei dares to refuse?" A man next to him said coldly.
Ye Fan looked at him coldly, ignored him, and pointed like a sword, pointing to the middle-aged Taoist nuns in front of him.
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