Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 68

"Damn it, it's another pile of rubbish." Ye Fan thought they were rushing towards him just now, so he didn't put away the blood wheel.Hearing what they said, he cursed in his heart, and his favorability towards Wan Jianzong just now collapsed.

Although the person carrying Ye Fan didn't say anything, he subconsciously rushed towards the deep mountain on the ground. Obviously, they all agreed with that person's proposal.

"Senior brother, hurry up if you want to do it, if you go again, you will be afraid of people." Someone turned and said anxiously, and they will leave the forest soon.

"Damn it." Ye Fan heard what they said.Originally, I wanted to say thank you for saving myself, but unexpectedly, I still took a fancy to the thing in my hand.

"Fuck you." Ye Fan opened his eyes, with a fierce look in his eyes, and kicked the immortal cultivator who was carrying him away.Then he waved his hand, and the blood fire wheel in his hand directly hit the head of the person who was carrying Mo Tusheng on his back.

"Boom." With a sound, the man's brain exploded and he died instantly in the air. Mo Tusheng lost his support and fell into the forest immediately.

Ye Fan put Mo Tusheng behind his back, and finally stood firmly on the ground with a thud.

"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?" Mo Tusheng didn't have any strength now, and when he saw Ye Fan beheading a person, he suddenly said in a daze.

"They want to steal my things." Ye Fan helped him to the side and sat down, then looked at those people angrily.

Dao patterns all over Ye Fan's body were in full swing, but what Ye Fan didn't expect was that this time he could actually arouse a ray of holy energy in the blood fire stone, making his whole body as hot as if covered with flames.

Several young cultivators of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect in the sky couldn't react in time. They had seen such a scene there, and they were all taken aside, looking at Ye Fan who was covered in flames all over the ground in shock.

"Bastard, kill him." When they looked at the corpse falling in the air, they shouted angrily, turning into several divine rainbows and rushing down.

Ye Fan stood still in the forest. He knew that he couldn't run away from these people, so he could only fight.

The cultivators of Wanjianzong were even more puzzled at this moment, and they stretched out their spiritual breath, wanting to explore Ye Fan's cultivation base, but when their spiritual consciousness touched Ye Fan's Tianlingtai, it shattered with a ding, and there was a burst of drama. The pain came, and the consciousness was instantly backlashed.

"This man is weird." They saw that Ye Fan could devour their spiritual consciousness, and they felt cold all over their bodies.

Ye Fan ignored them, and looked in the direction of the bearded middle-aged man and Huang Jiao in a blink of an eye.Now the few people have been separated by more than ten miles, the sword light is flickering, and the earth is trembling, knowing that the battle there is not over yet.

Ye Fanxie laughed, as long as the middle-aged man with beard and hair is not around, and he has a holy artifact to protect his body, he will have the courage to fight them.

After the baptism of Thunder Tribulation, Ye Fan's physical body can no longer be compared with ordinary cultivators.Although his cultivation is still at the second level of Linghe, he feels that his physical strength is no worse than that of people in the Immortal Altar Realm.

Several master cultivators quickly surrounded Ye Fan, they couldn't let Ye Fan leave without saying a word.Not to mention that Ye Fan was holding a holy weapon in his hand, and he just killed his fellow disciple just now.

Looking at the panic on their faces, Ye Fan knew that these people hadn't experienced the battle of life and death, and hadn't woken up from their fear.

"Stinky boy, we were kind enough to save you, but you killed us instead." One of the cultivators said angrily.

"Hee hee." Ye Fan didn't answer, what kindness, seeing that Blood Fire Wheel wanted to kill himself, he sneered in his heart: "A bunch of rubbish."

"Put down the things in your hands, we are considering letting you live." One of the young women, the battle just now made them not only feel scared, but also feel ashamed.

They used to be high and high in the eyes of others, but today they can only run away like bereaved dogs. Now is the most angry time.Seeing that Ye Fan is only a 20-year-old boy, even if they can't find out his cultivation level, they feel that Ye Fan's interests are not there. They are only afraid of the Taoist weapon in Ye Fan's hand.

Ye Fan's face was unhappy, why wasn't he angry in his heart.

"Get out, leave immediately, I don't want to kill you, if you dare to think about me, don't blame me for being ruthless." Ye Fan's eyes were cold, he held the blood fire wheel tightly, and now his body was covered with blood, he said this If so, it's really chilling.

After speaking, Ye Fan walked away, wanting to come to Mo Tusheng and help him to leave.

"Hmph, we will still be afraid of you." It was just that the woman looked unhappy, feeling that Ye Fan had humiliated her.The sword guides the sky, and with a whoosh, he raised his sword and hit Ye Fan directly on the back of the head.

Ye Fan felt the fairy sword coming from behind him, without turning his head, he punched it away, and sent the fairy sword flying away.

"This?" Those people looked at Ye Fan in astonishment when they saw that Ye Fan had slapped the fairy sword flying with his physical strength.

Ye Fan patted the Flying Immortal Sword. Although his hand was numb, he was not injured: "As expected."

Ye Fan was overjoyed, he just had a try, it seems that his physical body has really reached the realm of the fairy altar.

"Asshole." Seeing that Ye Fanli ignored her, the woman cursed.

"I told you not to mess with me, you are looking for death." Hearing her scolding, Ye Fan's heart suddenly became angry. After more than a year of killing, his temperament became very violent, and now he really needs to vent in his heart , otherwise you will go crazy if you go on like this, with a fierce light in your eyes: "Give you one last chance, get out of here"

"Senior brother Fuyang, kill him." The female cultivator's face was furious.

"Stinky boy, you killed my fellow sect for no reason, and you wanted to leave without a single confession. What do you think of me as Wan Jianzong?" The cultivator named Fuyang said with a clang of the fairy sword behind him, "Junior Sister Haiqiong, retreat first!" On the other hand, let me kill this kid."

This person's cultivation base is obviously one level higher than the other two.The coercion carried by the fairy sword is several times stronger than that of the woman just now.

Ye Fan didn't dare to push him too hard, and quickly moved aside with his physical strength.With a bang, he moved away from Mo Tusheng.Fu Yang held the fairy sword like a heavenly horse, and came at a flash of speed.

Ye Fan had no choice but to dodge left and right.Seeing Ye Fan like this, Fu Yang was relieved.

"You dare to take out rotten copper and rotten iron." Ye Fan saw that he had reached a place where he would not hurt Mo Tusheng, but he did not lose his pace. Seeing the fairy swords flying from the other two people sneered, his spiritual power was fully activated , holding the fire blood wheel in his fist, with a flaming breath, he picked up the blood wheel with all his strength and smashed it on the flying fairy sword.

With a sound of "touch", the fairy sword hit the blood fire wheel, and instantly turned into fragments, which scattered all over the field. Yang Fuluo's consciousness on the fairy sword was destroyed, and he cried out in pain while holding his head.

The sword consciousness is connected with the spiritual consciousness, he didn't take back his spiritual consciousness in time, it is now equivalent to the spiritual consciousness hit in the mind by Ye Fan's punch.

"Senior Brother Fuyang." The woman was surprised, she didn't expect the Taoist weapon in Ye Fan's hand to be so powerful, she hurriedly took back the fairy sword, so as not to be smashed by the Taoist weapon in Ye Fan's hand.

(End of this chapter)