Chapter 248. Almost survived

"The front line of heaven and earth." Ye Fan pulled his sword out of the sheath, and a dazzling light flashed, drowning the four attacks fiercely, and rushed towards the four people together with the four attacks.

"How can it be!"

"How can he be so powerful!"

"No, I don't want to die yet."

"Damn it, it's an iron plate. It's a fight!"

"Dangbo knife!"

"The seal of the world!"

"Wushan Claw!"

"Mei Xiangshou!"

The four people roared together, and Zhenyuan, who was at the peak of the world, was crazily poured into the weapon. At the critical moment of life and death, their unique power was actually higher, and unprecedented power broke out. Coupled with the cooperation of the four people for many years, the power soared again.

At this moment, they feel stronger than ever!

The sword spirit was actually resisted by their attack, and the two sides were deadlocked in the air.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would break through at this time. I have a hunch that after I go back, I can break through to the heavenly realm."

"Me too."

"Me too. He's dead."

"That's right."

The four people are excited. Even if they don't get anything on this secret trip, this breakthrough alone has made a lot of money.

"Hmm?" Ye Fan looked at them in surprise, but he didn't expect that the dying struggle would break out, so a white light in his hand brewed and flicked gently.

The sword spirit soared, and the white light soared.

The sword spirit overwhelmed their offensive again, and soon changed in front of them and drowned them.

"No."

The four people were desperate. They just broke through. They really didn't want to die. As long as they went back, they broke through to the heavenly realm. Their strength soared and their status soared. It's easy to kill this boy at that time. It's really unfair to die now.

It's a pity that no matter how hard they struggle, it's useless.

Only four bodies with thousands of holes were left on the ground.

Such a situation can't be more normal in the secret world. Almost everyone is fighting and fighting. The high-strength is slaughtering the weak, and the weak unite to resist the high-strength. Everyone fights desperately for these magic weapons.

After collecting all the herbs, Ye Fan took away the rings of the four people, looked around carefully for a week, made sure that there was nothing precious left, and left contentedly.

Those herbs just now have been roughly estimated that they can sell at least tens of thousands of top-grade spiritual stones, which is another huge income.

Just as Ye Fan was about to leave, there was a burst of applause behind him.

"Papa."

Ye Fan looked back and saw a handsome man with a moderate figure, brown hair, clapping his hands and looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan said warily. From this man, he felt a strong sense of crisis, which made him horrified and had to be vigilant.

"It's worthy of being the person who can kill Huangfu Tianyi, which makes the Huangfu family kill you regardless of their face." The brown-haired man said with a smile.

"It turned out to be the lackey of the Huangfu family. What's the matter? They are all dead and only sent you here alone." Ye Fan pretended to be disdainful and said, in order to anger the other party and make the other party unable to fully exert his strength.

"Don't provoke me, because I never care about a dying person. This is my tolerance." The brown-haired man said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, I won't play with you. Let's go first." The sense of crisis is getting heavier and heavier. I'm afraid that this man's strength is far beyond himself. He must escape immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Bum." Ye Fan was about to take up, but he found himself hit a layer of sand wall and was bounced back.

Ye Fan was not discouraged. He immediately pulled his sword out of his sheath and stabbed it on the sand wall, but found that he could not pierce it at all.

"The front line of heaven and earth!" The tip of the sword shines and pierces the sand wall fiercely. This time it was pierced, but the hole was repaired. The hole was too small to let it out.

The brown-haired man didn't move. He just stood there like this and looked at Ye Fan, as if he was appreciating a desperate and struggling prey.

Ye Fan gave up the idea of going out. The other party stood there without fear and allowed himself to bombard the sand wall. Obviously, he was extremely confident in this thing. He had to calm down and find an opportunity to get a glimmer of life.

"Why don't you continue to struggle?" The brown-haired man said with a smile, but this time his smile was with a trace of ridicule.

"Kill you, I can still go out." A cold light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and the light of the cold wind sword in his hand rose greatly. A trace of breeze wrapped up, and the thunder and lightning penetrated the sword body. The wind and thunder and lightning raged around the sword.

"Wind and Thunder Dance - the front line of heaven and earth!"

Ye Fan directly tried his best to deal with this unfathomable man. He must do his best to have a glimmer of life. If he still plays any temptation, he is looking for death.

"It's interesting that a hundred refining realms can actually exert such a powerful move." The brown-haired man smiled and stretched out his left hand. His hand was covered with a layer of sand. He gently grabbed the sword spirit, and then grasped it hard, and the sword spirit exploded!

Ye Fan's heart was cold. He disintegrated his sword so easily. The strength of the other party was higher than he thought. In the later stage of the heavenly realm, no, the peak of the heavenly realm!

It is also a martial artist at the peak of the heavenly realm. Ye Fan's heart is bitter, and the Huangfu family is too petty. He is a martial artist in the middle of the hundred refining realm, sends a martial artist at the peak of the heavenly realm to chase and kill himself, and really starts himself.

"Well, I don't have time to play with you. I'll kill you. I have to go back to work. Your head is really worth a lot. It's worth nine million top-grade spiritual stones." The brown-haired man smiled softly.

"Nine million top-grade spiritual stones, it seems that there are only one million top-grade spiritual stones in the whole family." Ye Fan laughed in his heart, and the other party really planned to kill himself.

"Sand."

The brown-haired man stepped on the earth, and endless sand floated in the air, rushing towards Ye Fan, and soon surrounded him, which was impenetrable.

Ye Fan sent out a sword spirit and destroyed a lot of sand. Unfortunately, it didn't help, and more sand poured in crazily.

"Is it really hard to escape this time?" His heart is bitter, and the gap is too big. I'm afraid I'm not necessarily an opponent.

"This is the coffin I prepared for you. Only peerless geniuses and some masters I admire can enter." The brown-haired man gently bent down and saluted.

"Sand-bound coffin."

The sand around Ye Fan slowly condensed, forming a sand coffin. In the sand coffin, Ye Fan lay quietly in it. All the air was isolated here, only a vacuum, and his vitality was constantly pulled away by a strange force. As the man said, this was really a coffin.

"I'm so sleepy."

A burst of sleepiness hit. His eyes closed, and his eyelids kept shaking, as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Ha ha, I guess this is the most profitable and the easiest time for me to kill people until now, with a second-level secret place as a gift." The brown-haired man was very, very satisfied. He put away the sand wall and made a gentle move, and the sand coffin automatically flew in front of him.

"Bury you here and rest in peace, teenager." The land under the feet of the brown-haired man kept collapsing, and the sand coffin slowly sank into the land and finally disappeared.

"Goodbye." The brown-haired man shook his hand with a smile and turned into a streamer and flew away.

In the sand coffin, the sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger, but Ye Fan's subconscious in his heart tells himself that he can't sleep. Once he falls asleep, he will never wake up again.

"Sleep, sleep, how tired it is to live in the world, it's better to sleep underground forever." A voice keeps ringing in my heart.

"Yes, I'm so tired." Ye Fan was tired in his heart. After the death of his brother, parents and master, after Alice fell asleep, he was exhausted, and the sand coffin saw this point and gave Ye Fan a fatal blow.

"Yes, go to sleep. All the pain will go with the wind." The voice kept tempting.

"Pain..."

Ye Fan's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. When he was about to close them, a shout from the deepest part of his heart echoed in Ye Fan's heart.

"No, I can't sleep. I'm still carrying everyone's expectations. How can I sleep?" Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

It's so dangerous. If it hadn't been for the cultivation of my mind far beyond my strength, and at the last critical moment, the subconscious in my heart would have really fallen asleep.

He looked around and now he was lying in the coffin. Most of his vitality was taken away, and Zhenyuan was left. According to the defense of the sand wall, even Ye Fan may not be able to break it in his heyday. If he stays like this, he will still be a dead end.

At present, there is only one way to fight to the death!

"The wind is the body."

In the vacuum of the coffin, a breeze suddenly blew. This was the slight movement of the sand flow that was infinitely expanded by Ye Fan, which caused this breeze. The wind became stronger and stronger, and finally swam quickly in the sand coffin.

"The sword is the heart."

Ye Fan held his true breath in his chest. Zhen Yuan wandered around his whole body crazily, and his strength recovered little by little. At this moment, he only regarded himself as a sword, a crazy sword, and a sword that kills the world!

"Sword Blade Storm!!!"

"Boom!"

Within a thousand feet, all the land exploded, and a terrible storm slowly rose from the ground. Wherever it passed, it was shattered, and every piece of land was cut into countless pieces.

The sand coffin was burst open at the first time, and a little green light was integrated into Ye Fan's body, which was the passing vitality.

In the center of the storm, a man floating in the core of the storm slowly opened his eyes. He slowly put away the storm, landed on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, before he had time to treat his injury, he immediately ran away, and a pile of elixir was stuffed into his brain to repair the injury and Zhenyuan.

In the secret place, a brown-haired man flew in the air and saw his face change greatly.

"How is that possible?"

Because he clearly felt the existence of the mark again, that is to say, Ye Fan was still alive.

PS: Go home, it's late