Chapter 1257 Kill God Riding on the Street

The stars are falling, and this mansion is very quiet, with a wisp of clear air floating by, without any waves.

On the surface, it seemed to be very quiet in the courtyard, but Ye Fan felt something was wrong, and nothing was found. It was just the monk's instinctive intuition.

He fell not far from the courtyard wall, fell into the ground, used the source of heaven and earth, and observed cautiously.

Soon after, a pair of eyes condensed from fog. Looking up at the ground, Ye Fan's heart was full of murder, and his eyes were cold.

In addition to the emperor's thirteenth horse, there are several seed-level strongmen in the mansion, as well as two soldiers in the city, waiting for him to enter the game.

These people are hidden in the magic circle, talking and laughing, drinking wine, and are isolated from the outside world. If it hadn't been for other sources, they could capture the abnormal movements above with the help of the earth's dragon gas, and they were completely unconscious.

This is a pit. Waiting for him to jump in, you don't have to kill him on the spot. As long as he appears, these people can bear the blame for killing the saint.

At that time, who will listen to his explanation? Competitors will use this to eliminate him, and many monks in the first city of the human race will attack him in groups!

This is a vicious trap. The No. 2 character of Tianhuang Thirteen did not really want to assassinate him, but in turn led him into the urn, which was sinister and vicious.

Before Ye Fan came, he realized that tonight was probably not a simple attack, but a targeted stumbling, which has now been confirmed.

"Wow!"

In the magic array on the ground, the leader of the Thirteen Horses suddenly held a purple spear and stabbed into the ground, bursting with a terrible light in his eyes.

This change surprised many people. I don't know why, especially the last few of the thirteen riders, were frightened and extremely afraid of him.

"Brother Gu, what happened?" A seed-level strongman asked.

Gu Ling, the leader of the Thirteen Horses, shot a wild light in his eyes. With his upper body, the strong bronze treasure body was full of oppression and said, "Someone is peeping at us on the ground."

A wisp of clear air spreads on the ground and disappears. There is nothing left. The purple edge can stab the saint to death, but it can't stab the clean air.

Ye Fan was stunned. This was definitely a powerful enemy. It was many times more horrible than the general seed. No wonder he was shocked when he was on the road.

"I also felt something, but he suddenly disappeared." The second character in Tianhuang's Thirteen Horses shoots blue light with his eyes, and his armor covers his whole body. He is like an ancient demon god, as unfathomable as the abyss.

"That's right, someone peeped, and it dissipated in an instant." A soldier opened his mouth and surprised the people present. This was a loser on the ancient road of the starry sky, but he was so powerful.

You don't have to think about it. He met an invincible hero on the way forward, otherwise with his cultivation, how could he retreat to the first city of the human race?

"Will it be him? It's really scary." The fifth figure, who rarely speaks in the thirteenth horse of Tianhuang, said coldly.

"This man is a threat. He waited for him to kill, but he never thought that he didn't do it. It seems that his life is a little difficult." Another person said.

The stronger Ye Fan and the more cautious he is, the greater the threat to them. If he takes action on the later trial road, it will be difficult to end without paying a certain price.

"I can't let him live. I want to kill him!" The blue eyes of the No. 2 figure in the Thirteenth Cavalry of Tianhuang are frighten, like a demon god from hell, and his words are cold and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

A wisp of clear breath of Xinghui gathered together, fell in Ye Fan's yard, and sank into the top of his head. This qi can be gathered and dispersed, and it is not necessary to return to the body.

But after all, it is a spirit in the body. If nothing changes, he does not want to disperse and strengthen himself.

Ye Fan stood up and said, "Now that I have reached this point, I will kill people directly in front of you!"

After saying that, he laughed, and then meditated and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't cut everything unexpectedly at all.

On this night, Thirteen horsemen guarded the air in the middle of the night, and invited several seed-level strongmen and two sergeants to witness, which wasted their efforts.

In the early morning, the streets returned to prosperity, people came and went, and the sun was shining, but the haze in the hearts of some monks was even thicker, and there were three more people last night.

The blood is horrible, and no one knows how long it will continue. Obviously, some strong people have also took action in the name of killing the saint, and everyone is in danger.

How many days will it take to leave and rush to the ancient pass of the human race? This is everyone's question, and they are eager to leave.

Inaction, the situation is serious, and some people even suspect that it is related to him, and a bad premonition comes to people's minds.

The tension was pervasive. At this critical moment, Ye Fan seemed to be completely leisurely. He wandered around the city and felt a pair of eyes when passing through the gate, cold and cold.

He couldn't help looking back. It was when he entered the city that the soldier who clashed with him was a powerful soldier.

The man, wearing a black iron suit and holding a bronze Ge, stood at the gate, looking at him coldly and ruthlessly, with a cruel smile on the corners of his mouth.

"It's him..."

Ye Fan was convinced that he was one of the two soldiers last night, who visited the residence of Tianhuang Thirteen Horses, where he drank and waited in the middle of the night.

"I really thought about it and found the commander who was hostile to me."

After noon, Ye Fan wandered around the city, entered a restaurant, and sat down to drink alone. He was waiting for the thirteenth horse in the wilderness to kill him in public.

The tavern is facing the street, and there are also a few tables and chairs outside. It also does open-air business. There are not many people coming in and out.

After half an hour, there was a rumble from the other direction of the street. A group of iron riders came to make the ancient street shake, and many people dod.

The Thirteenth Horse Riding Day is coming, and they want to enter a wine restaurant. This is their habit, which has been the case in recent days. Choose this time period to appear.

"You won't live long!" Opposite, a knight of Tianhuang Thirteen Horses said that his words were not high, and ordinary people could not hear him.

Ye Fan has been paying attention to them, and he can naturally hear them clearly with his ear power.

Many of these people sneered and did not hide their murderous intentions. Lao Twelfth and Lao Thirteen were even more provocative and cut their throats at him.

It can be said that this is a kind of humiliation. After embarking on the ancient road of trial, such an action is a serious contempt and provocation.

There are several big wine bars in this place, and naturally there are many monks. Now everyone is in danger, and they all hope to communicate more on this occasion and find allies.

Many people have seen this scene and realized that there may be a big conflict today. The resentment between the two sides will break out sooner or later.

"Some of you can't survive today." Ye Fan whispered and drank a glass of wine.

"What are you talking about, provoking me to wait, do you want to die?" The old thirteen said violently.

"You are taking the initiative to provoke us. If you don't apologize, kill you on the spot!" Lao Twelfth ** naked provocation, intimidation and threat.

"Please make it clearer, or don't blame us for being ruthless." The ninth person in the middle turned around and said coldly.

They selectively ignored the active provocation of the chief for a moment, but grabbed Ye Fan's sentence, hoping to make a big deal out.

They need to have a suitable reason to kill Ye Fan, and they have always hoped that he would take the initiative to provoke, and then with. The soldiers killed him together.

The tenth character and the old eleven in the Thirteenth Cavalry of Tianhuang were directly forced over. Both of them were murderous and were not afraid of anything. They had been suffering from no excuse.

"You are looking for death!"

"It depends on how you live. This is what you provoked me first!"

The most radical old twelve and thirteenteen smiled cruelly and forced them over. This time, even the No. 2 character was moved, thinking that Ye Fan might not help it. Maybe it was a good opportunity for the joint soldiers to kill him.

No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the legal killing of the soldiers in the city? That's obviously impossible!

Looking at these people forced here, Ye Fan was very calm, sitting there drinking by himself. However, the air was extremely tense. The windows of all the restaurants nearby were opened, and there was a dead silence on the street, and everyone was paying attention.

"It's useless to apologize now. It's useless to kneel down and beg for mercy!" The old twelve shouted and forced Ye Fan to take action.

This is too bullying. It's humiliating to the face. It's unbearable for ordinary people. It's too direct and violent.

Ye Fan did not move and drank calmly, but a person came out of the small wine shop. He was slender and strong, dressed in purple, with black hair like a waterfall. He was very heroic, but if he looked closely, his appearance was very vague. He dragged an iron sword and drew sparks on the ground.

He came to the street, went straight to the end of the world, and looked at everyone.

"Who are you? Get aside. Today, we just want to kill the one surnamed Ye." Lao Shisan is very domineering, and there is nothing to hide until now.

"Puff!"

The blood splashed, and no one expected that the man in purple would be in trouble at the moment when the old thirteen words were finished!

He rotates the iron sword, faster than lightning! The old thirteen was directly split, and the blood was spilled, gushing everywhere, and even the mount was turned into two pieces.

At this moment, everyone's scalp exploded. All this was so sudden. Who dares to kill people on the street in the city?

This violates the city rules and needs to be repaid with life!

This man acts without scruples. He is too straightforward and decisive, especially his sword is peerless and sharp, which is as difficult for a saint to avoid.

"Kill the people!" Someone shouted, and the streets were completely in chaos.

Many monks are full of blood. They know that something big will happen today. If they dare to kill thirteen horses in the street, there must be a big deal, and it will be a drastic change.

"Ah..."

The Thirteenth Horses exploded on the spot, and many people shouted and roared. All this was too sudden. This man was too arrogant, and it was difficult to kill people in public. No one expected.

"Old Thirteen!"

Some people shouted in the thirteenth rides in the wilderness, angry to the extreme, all kinds of lights flew, and hit the man in purple together. It was naturally Ye Fan, who used a gas to turn Sanqing. This is his Taoist body, killing the big enemy in the street. That's what he wants to kill in public, cut off the face and dignity of these people, and kill them completely.

!

Ye Fan was well prepared. After one sword, the second sword had been split out, moving faster than these people. When some people in the wild thirteenth horse were angry and besieged, the bloody iron sword in his hand was less than half a foot away from the head of the old twelve.

It was completely done in one go. Everything happened between the electric flints. After killing the old thirteen, Ye Fan did not stop at all.

"Ah..."

The old twelve shouted, his face was pale, his body emitted infinite light, and there were all kinds of weapons rushing out and blocking, but it was still too late.

"Puff"

The iron sword crossed the air, split his head, cut off most of his face, and the blood splashed six or seven feet high!

Ye Fan chopped out with a sword, and half of the head of the old twelve flew up in the thirteenth rider of the world. The heavenly spirit cover was cut in half and died on the spot, dripping with blood!