Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 278 Grab the Immortal Sword

"Senior Sister, why did you let him go? I didn't even see what was hidden on his body?" Xiaoqing said with an unhappy expression.

"There are some things that don't belong to you, so don't mess around. If it wasn't in front of the sect, with his strength, you would have died countless times." Shi Xin scolded slightly.

"Hmph, I was just being careless for a while." Xiaoqing turned her face away and said angrily.

Ye Fan left Shangwu and stayed in an old inn at random. Although the incident was over, he always felt that something would happen.With that one-horned tiger around, this place is not a safe place, so it's important to escape quickly.

Across a country, it would have been crazy to think about it before, but for Ye Fan, who is embarking on the journey of cultivating immortals, as long as he doesn't cross a domain, he thinks it is possible.

Going against the South Sect, looking at the world after many years, many things are different from what they used to be.Running alone among the mountain roads, the green forest and the sea receded, and the delicate sun broke through the clouds, warming the world.

"Roar." Ye Fan, who flew out of the forest, raised his head and roared.The hatred that was suppressed in my heart also surged to my heart: "Fire Cloud Sect."

The roar of cleansing is like a strong wind sweeping, blowing the earth wildly.

"Sure enough, I escaped here."

While Ye Fan was flying rapidly, several figures in white clothes formed an encirclement trend, tightly surrounding Ye Fan in the middle.Blocking their own way, the spiritual power of the few people was hotter than the Jiaoyang in the sky.

Ye Fan sneered, because these people were the ones who fell from Shangwu Pavilion before, and he sneered in his heart: "Sure enough, everyone is innocent, but he is guilty."

"Boy, hand over your things." The Taoist is around thirty years old, his cultivation has reached the ninth heaven of the Linghe River, his body is tied in blue, and his spirit light is shining.

"I want to ask if this is what you mean, or what that woman means." Ye Fan's evil smile made people look uneasy, before he finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body was also frantic, and dense and complicated Xuanwen styles floated out of the air.A wave of power surged out.Squeeze the spiritual pressure gushing out of the man.

"Sure enough, there are secret treasures hidden. You are young, and you have the secret treasures on your body, but it is cheaper than the other two. If you hand it over, I can let you live." The leader's face was ferocious, but his eyes were very hot. Obviously greedy for the things on Ye Fan.

"Oh, I think you guys are also short-lived, why don't you leave the Taoist artifacts on your body to me for safekeeping, and I can let you survive." Ye Fan also showed enough curiosity about the Taoist artifacts in the hands of several people.The evil smile makes one's body chill.

"Li Huo, what are you talking about with him?" A person beside him didn't say a few words, and waved the spirit sword in his hand at Ye Fan, and a thunderous sword light slashed straight down.

Ye Fan withdrew to leave, kicked angrily, and avoided abruptly. The sword glow cut through the ground, cutting out a deep hole, and the broken stones flew away.

Seeing that he couldn't get a single blow, the man didn't say anything, stepped on the forest wind, raised his sword and stabbed straight down.

"The Great Perfection of the Immortal Altar." Ye Fan chuckled lightly. Although he was two realms higher than himself, he was nothing to him who had already reached the seventh heaven of the Immortal Altar.

The visitor turned into a phantom invisible to the naked eye, changing his body in the air and falling.

"Go to hell." The visitor yelled loudly, and the sword was full of light, but Ye Fan made a move that others thought was very stupid, and directly raised his hand to hold the sharp blade.

After receiving the sword with empty hands, everyone sneered in their hearts, thinking that Ye Fan was arrogant and arrogant.

"Keng"

It's just unexpected that Ye Fan caught the man's sword like an iron clamp with one hand, and it didn't hurt at all.This is terrifying, a cultivator in the Immortal Altar Realm actually used pure physical strength to withstand the blow of the Great Perfection of the Immortal Altar.And haven't used spiritual power yet.

Li Huo's face was horrified, and he felt that the person in front of him was not simple.The unicorn tiger is a precious beast, as long as it sniffs out something, it is definitely a treasure.I have done this kind of interception and killing before, but I have never encountered such a situation.

"Hmph." Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked the man's belly, making the comer fly to the ground like a dead dog.

Ye Fan's kick was full of strength, and the spiritual power in his body was also activated. If that person was not in the fairyland, he would have exploded his internal organs with his kick.

The person who fell to the ground was not feeling well, the blood in his mouth kept flowing, and he lost all his fighting power, seeing that he was breathing out but not getting in.Li Huo had a deathly expression at this time.The hand holding the spirit sword turned white with tension.

"It still doesn't work." The spirit sword in Ye Fan's hand was gripped unsteadily.He yelled directly at the person who fell on the ground: "I'll give it back to you."

The spirit sword flew back backwards, rushing straight past with a blast of icy cold air.The cultivator who fell on the ground was pale, and could only watch dully as the sword tip was getting closer.

With a sound of "ding", the fairy sword rubbed against the man's lower body, and all of them disappeared on the Qingshi road.Seeing this situation, the man felt a chill in his lower body.For a moment, he forgot to spit out the blood in his mouth, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

It was only at this time that Li Huo and the others realized that they rushed to rescue.

"Hands are shaking." After Ye Fan muttered these words, everyone felt even more terrified. The pure body resisted the blow of Dzogchen from the Immortal Altar. How strong is this body.

But Ye Fan had another idea in his mind.After all, his physical body has been baptized by the Thunder Tribulation of the Immortal Altar, and his strength is of course extraordinary.

At this moment, Li Huo's scalp was numb, and the Dao lines on his body were flickering. He thought he had encountered a soft persimmon, but it didn't look like it now.

"Boy, how dare you lie to us and hide your cultivation?" Li Huo was shameless at this time, cursing.

"Oh, what do you want me to do to hide my cultivation? You have no shame in snatching my things, and you Wu Shang Pavilion are really shameless." Ye Fanxie laughed.

"Let's go together, I don't believe that I can't kill him." Li Huo resented him, and his murderous intent continued.As soon as these words came out, sword lights appeared everywhere, and everyone swung the spirit swords in their hands, which turned into thousands of sword lights, and slashed straight from all directions.

Ye Fan lowered his body and roared, and a dragon-shaped spiritual energy coiled around his body.He doesn't dare to push it any further now. Several of these people have already reached the high level of the Immortal Altar, and they don't want to capsize in the dark ditch.

As soon as the Dragon Fighting Technique came out, the roar of the dragon shook the sky and the earth, and the monstrous spiritual power scattered in all directions like a turbulent wave, sinking into a valley in a radius of ten feet.

"Ding ding ding."

The spirit dragon is like a gust of wind, smashing those rushing sword glows.

"Roar." Ye Fan yelled, hundreds of thousands of catties of strength poured out, stomped his feet angrily, and with the power of stamina, turned into a stream of light and went straight to attack one person.

The person who was attacked and killed looked panic-stricken, and hurriedly recalled the Dao sword back to protect him.However, Ye Fan, who was as powerful as a dying star, smashed the intercepting Dao sword with one punch, pressed his hand on his skull, and pushed forward forcefully.

"Ah." There was a sharp scream, and the white-clothed cultivator was pushed hundreds of feet away by him, hitting a large area of ​​ancient trees and bluestones in the mountains and forests, and his life and death were unknown.

(End of this chapter)