Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Huhuhu..."

Fatty's magic stick let out a breathing sound that made people want to beat him up. The melody of that sound was very similar to that of men and women having sex.

The black cat held a milky white biological egg the size of a fist in its mouth, and was running back and forth from time to time.

"I can't... I can't, I'm tired... I'm exhausted."

Amidst a burst of strong gasps, the fat man sat down on the ground and panted continuously.

"Guru..."

The black cat swallowed the egg in one gulp, with a look of aftertaste on its face.

Ye Fantian's face was cold, and the scarlet in his eyes was constantly showing a strange light.

"Brother... What do you think should be done? Is it possible that the other party should keep chasing and killing him like this?"

Ye Fantian didn't speak, but the wrinkles between his brows began to become quite clear. Obviously, he was quite difficult to deal with at this time.

"Heh heh heh...don't you run away?"

A cold voice came out, followed by more than a dozen voices piercing through the air. With the appearance of this voice, a group of people have already floated down from the midair.

The leading man had a cold face, his eyes were blank, and he held a long sword in his arms.

This person's appearance is relatively strange, and a sword mark between his eyebrows is very clear.

As if it was naturally embedded in it, it looks lifelike.

White clothes win snow, although the weather is still hot at this time, but the other party is wearing a white cotton robe, in such a posture, it looks extraordinarily abnormal and out of place.

After this person came here, he has been in a sluggish posture, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, and looking at Ye Fantian with those sluggish eyes.

But in those dull eyes, Ye Fantian saw two terrifying sword intents constantly evolving between heaven and earth, the artistic conception of swords!

Behind him, more than a dozen people looked at Ye Fantian with unfriendly expressions. The clothes on their bodies were expensive, and they clearly came from unusual backgrounds.

This group of people has followed them since Ye Fantian walked out of the Thousand Chance City, at an astonishing speed.

Among the group of people, Ye Fantian paid the most attention to the man holding a sword with a cold face and dull eyes. This person gave him the most powerful feeling.

Although ordinary people may not be able to detect the opponent's sword intent, it is clearly felt to him.

Don't Fudo Mingwang!

If you don't move like a mountain, if you move, you will kill Shura!

Tremble!

Amazing shudder!

Trembling from the depths of the soul!

The opponent's originally sluggish eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and two astonishing sword intents rushed out with a tearing momentum and firmly covered Ye Fantian's body.

All of this was so abrupt that it was completed in an instant!

There was no chance for Ye Fantian to react at all.

The long hair fluttered like a madman, and the long sword in his hand made a 'clang clang' sound, and a terrifying energy quickly began to erupt between the two.

"Do you want me to do it?"

As soon as this remark came out, a terrible gust of wind suddenly appeared around, rolling up everything around and setting off infinite huge waves.

The voice was hoarse and numb, as if it was a piece of black ice.

It is clearly caused by infrequent speech.

"who are you?"

"Sword idiot!"

Ye Fantian frowned secretly. After devouring so many mysterious souls, it's not that he doesn't understand the name of sword idiot. "Hoo hoo hoo..."

Fatty's magic stick let out a breathing sound that made people want to beat him up. The melody of that sound was very similar to that of men and women having sex.

The black cat held a milky white biological egg the size of a fist in its mouth, and was running back and forth from time to time.

"I can't... I can't, I'm tired... I'm exhausted."

Amidst a burst of strong gasps, the fat man sat down on the ground and panted continuously.

"Guru..."

The black cat swallowed the egg in one gulp, with a look of aftertaste on its face.

Ye Fantian's face was cold, and the scarlet in his eyes was constantly showing a strange light.

"Brother... What do you think should be done? Is it possible that the other party should keep chasing and killing him like this?"

Ye Fantian didn't speak, but the wrinkles between his brows began to become quite clear. Obviously, he was quite difficult to deal with at this time.

"Heh heh heh...don't you run away?"

A cold voice came out, followed by more than a dozen voices piercing through the air. With the appearance of this voice, a group of people have already floated down from the midair.

The leading man had a cold face, his eyes were blank, and he held a long sword in his arms.

This person's appearance is relatively strange, and a sword mark between his eyebrows is very clear.

As if it was naturally embedded in it, it looks lifelike.

White clothes win snow, although the weather is still hot at this time, but the other party is wearing a white cotton robe, in such a posture, it looks extraordinarily abnormal and out of place.

After this person came here, he has been in a sluggish posture, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, and looking at Ye Fantian with those sluggish eyes.

But in those dull eyes, Ye Fantian saw two terrifying sword intents constantly evolving between heaven and earth, the artistic conception of swords!

Behind him, more than a dozen people looked at Ye Fantian with unfriendly expressions. The clothes on their bodies were expensive, and they clearly came from unusual backgrounds.

This group of people has followed them since Ye Fantian walked out of the Thousand Chance City, at an astonishing speed.

Among the group of people, Ye Fantian paid the most attention to the man holding a sword with a cold face and dull eyes. This person gave him the most powerful feeling.

Although ordinary people may not be able to detect the opponent's sword intent, it is clearly felt to him.

Don't Fudo Mingwang!

If you don't move like a mountain, if you move, you will kill Shura!

Tremble!

Amazing shudder!

Trembling from the depths of the soul!

The opponent's originally sluggish eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and two astonishing sword intents rushed out with a tearing momentum and firmly covered Ye Fantian's body.

All of this was so abrupt that it was completed in an instant!

There was no chance for Ye Fantian to react at all.

The long hair fluttered like a madman, and the long sword in his hand made a 'clang clang' sound, and a terrifying energy quickly began to erupt between the two.

"Do you want me to do it?"

As soon as this remark came out, a terrible gust of wind suddenly appeared around, rolling up everything around and setting off infinite huge waves.

The voice was hoarse and numb, as if it was a piece of black ice.

It is clearly caused by infrequent speech.

"who are you?"

"Sword idiot!"

Ye Fantian frowned secretly. After devouring so many mysterious souls, it's not that he doesn't understand the name of sword idiot.