Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 69 Strong Deterrence Repair Dao Technique
But they didn't expect to make a fatal mistake. Seeing their pale expressions, Ye Fan came up to them in a flash, and kicked them up one by one.

All of this happened within a few breaths, and those cultivators hadn't reacted at all.

"Damn woman, die." Ye Fan focused on taking care of the woman named Hai Qiong, and almost shattered her jade hand with one punch.

"Yeah." Haiqiong howled miserably when her hand was crippled.

"Junior Sister, be careful!" Fu Yang yelled that Ye Fan didn't care about the life and death of the other two, watching Fu Yang rushing towards him, with all the shadows on his body, and with a breath of gods and demons, he directly bullied him.

Linghe Realm vs. Immortal Altar Realm sounds unbelievable. It's not like there were no pasts in the historical records, but the people who can do it are a generation of emperors.

"Are you a demon?" The man named Fu Yang felt the sinister aura on Ye Fan's body, and his heart was shocked. It was all demons who killed people without closing their eyes, and they were extremely cruel.

After Ye Fan slapped the fairy sword, he wanted to beat that person in close quarters, but this time, the power Fuyang blessed on the fairy sword was much stronger, and it was not as bad as he thought. When his hand hit the fairy sword, he was hit by it The killer cut a small gash, blood flowing.

"Hee hee." Ye Fan didn't have time to care about his words, the wind picked up under his feet, and he accelerated to approach the man, hitting him with a punch.

When Fu Yang saw the fist that was coming with the aura of a phantom, his whole body stretched out, and he called back the fairy sword with a ding, and instantly put it in front of him.

"Broken sword style, ten thousand swords" Fu Yang's face became more serious, and then hundreds of sword shapes appeared beside him, and they aimed straight at Ye Fan.

"Booming Mountain Style." Ye Fan jumped to the side, held the blood wheel, and kept shaking it, slapping on the sword shape next to it, ding ding sound, those sword shadows transformed by Dao force touched the blood wheel and instantly melted Make pieces.

"boom."

Ye Fan stepped back a few feet. In terms of cultivation, he couldn't beat Fu Yang.Ye Fan landed on the ground, kicked up a boulder beside him with a boom, and then punched Fu Yang.

Seeing that Ye Fan was holding the sacred weapon, Fu Yang didn't dare to approach him at all, and could only attack from a distance.With one sword, the boulder kicked by Ye Fan was cut in half.

Ye Fan ran quickly, and came to him again. Now he was relying on his own physical strength, and his moral strength was not comparable to Fu Yang.

Ye Fan was quick, and he raised his fist and hit the man on the cheek.

"Soon." Fu Yang's face was shocked. Seeing Ye Fan as fast as lightning, the pressure was extremely high, and the devilish energy on Ye Fan made people feel very uneasy. He felt that Ye Fan was not like a person at all, but more like a beast or something is the devil.

"Brother, let me help you." The practitioner who was kicked away by Ye Fan before also reacted, and raised his sword to stab Ye Fan.

These disciples who came to Tu Xianhai for training really didn't have much actual combat experience, so they could only subconsciously attack passively. If it wasn't because of their high level and many Ye Fans, they wouldn't be able to fight back at all.

"Hmph. Immortal altar first level?" Ye Fan held the immortal sword in his hand, but what he didn't expect was that the palm of his hand was bleeding, but he didn't care about it.

"Shenhua style" Ye Fan frowned, he was a little overwhelmed, and he was injured.He drank angrily, and a pair of giant empty hands appeared behind him, smashing the dao pattern beside the cultivator into pieces with one palm.

"Boom." With a sound, the giant palm swept wildly, and the cultivators were covered from the sky together.

"Cough." The male cultivator fell to the ground and coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, lying on the ground with his legs disabled.

Ye Fan looked at the fairy sword in his hand, and punched it.When there was a loud noise, a crack appeared in the fairy sword instantly.

"Take it." The cultivator lying on the ground drank desperately, and with a buzzing sound, the fairy sword struggled away from Ye Fan and sank into the man's body.The male cultivator was lying on the ground, his body was covered with scars, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"I think you are still a bit human. Let me say it again, don't mess with me. Next time, you will not be so lucky." Ye Fan stared at the cultivator lying on the ground with his blood pupils. Xue Tong put away.

Hai Qiong originally wanted to scold Ye Fan, but Fu Yang stopped her and said, "Junior Sister, don't be impulsive, we can't beat him."

"Brother, he, he killed Junior Brother Lin." Hai Qiong was unwilling, but what she was even more unwilling about was the sacred weapon in Ye Fan's hand.

Fu Yang didn't speak any more, he just felt that Ye Fan, who was staring at Xue Tong just now, was very dangerous, those phantoms seemed to swallow his consciousness at any time.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, ignored them, flew back to Mo Tusheng's side, lifted him up, and slowly disappeared into the forest.

"Xiao Fan, let me go." In the ancient forest, Ye Fan and the two walked not far, but Ye Fan walked very uncomfortable.

Ye Fan put his hand on Mo Tusheng's back, wanting to mobilize the spiritual power of the sacred tree to help him heal his injury.

"Xiao Fan, I'm too tired today, don't be brave." But Mo Tusheng turned around and blocked Ye Fan's move.

"Senior Mo, I'm fine." Ye Fan ignored him and forced his spiritual power into his body, and Mo Tusheng didn't stop him when he saw him like this.

"Xiao Fan, do you know what my first dream was when I became an immortal cultivator?" Mo Tusheng just sat on the boulder and looked at the moonlit night sky with few stars, recalling the past.

"I don't know." Ye Fan shook his head, not understanding what he wanted to say.

"My first dream is to leave this forest." Mo Tusheng's eyes were cloudy, and he sighed: "The Gaoshan clan has lived in seclusion for more than 5000 years. When I was young, I was appointed by the patriarch to be the next generation to hold the sacred artifact because of my good qualifications." The person who gave me a hundred years of experience in the world of mortals specially gave me time."

Although Ye Fan didn't understand what Mo Tusheng meant, he listened slowly.

"In those hundred years, I have seen many immortal cultivators, and I have fully understood the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals. A moment of greed and anger is enough to destroy a person. In less than a hundred years, I want to come back. After returning, I My only dream has changed, at that time, I just hoped to live in seclusion here with my family forever." Mo Tusheng's eyes filled with tears, and his heart was sad.

Ye Fan knew that the extermination of his tribe was a pain in his heart, and he couldn't say any words of comfort, so he could only heal him quietly.

"But the dream now makes me feel ridiculous. If I didn't bear the humiliation and retreat back then, I could advance bravely and become the Holy Emperor, maybe the Gaoshan clan would not be wiped out." Mo Tusheng said at the end, saying everything It turned into two lines of silver tears, dripping on the boulder.

"This world is cruel, and only strength has the right to speak." Mo Tusheng turned around and looked at Ye Fan with complicated eyes.

"Senior." Ye Fan was taken aback, not knowing what Mo Tusheng wanted to do.

"There are two shocks in my life, one is that I can't protect the Gaoshan clan, and the other is that I haven't developed the God of War art as my ancestors dreamed of back then. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to repair the God of War art in this life. I will carry it forward and make it into a heavenly and immortal art." Mo Tusheng had a request in his eyes: "People can die, but the secret of the mountains must be completed by people."

(End of this chapter)