My Cold and Beautiful Wife

It seems to be an announcement, and it seems to be a question.

Tens of thousands of Aslan's elite powerhouses were present, their faces sinking like water, and they fell into silence for a long time.

They suddenly realized that even if there were three-digit Star Gods at the scene, it would be difficult to contend with such a terrifying sword intent.

The gap in realm cannot be made up by the number of people alone.

"Everyone here today is here to kill me, right?"

Ye Fan said blankly, "I'm right here. If you want to attack in groups, I'll do whatever you want."

The star gods present looked at each other, but no one had any intention of making a move first.

Seeing this scene, the people of the Dragon Blood Tree tribe showed disdain.

In the final analysis, it is still a group of people who are greedy for life and fear of death, and it is not enough to be afraid of.

"If you don't do it, I won't stop."

Ye Fan's words once again made all the tribes feel like they are facing a great enemy! "Sword God! You are an outsider after all! Do you really want to be the enemy of the entire Aslan world!?"

"Yes, the Spruce Tribe provokes you, what does it have to do with us?"

Ye Fan sneered, "What's the matter with you?"

"Then I have to ask, since it is a battle between Dragon Blood and Spruce, what are you doing here now!?"

The tribes are speechless! Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, and made a gesture towards Bei Dige behind.

After Bei Dige took the order, he immediately commanded a group of mages he brought, and quickly formed a large formation.

The large array of natural magic power, combined with some Aslan's unique technological equipment, erected dozens of translucent beams of light in all directions.

These beams of light reflected everyone on the scene.

Every word and deed is feedback in real time.

"Magic prism?

! "

The expressions of the strong men became cramped.

This kind of natural spell is used by the major tribes of Aslan for remote meetings.

These prisms will react with the temple formations of the major tribes, which is equivalent to a real-time video call.

In such a scene, their words and deeds are already very subtle.

Seeing that the situation was not right, some people planned to evacuate first.

But just as he was about to leave, he heard all directions, ten thousand swords screaming in unison! Like a thousand troops, roaring dragons.

Black and golden flying swords descended out of thin air, hanging above the heads of every Aslan senior! Not only that, but even the entire vicinity of the top of the cloud has been surrounded by the vast sea of ​​flying swords! The sword is like a galaxy, the army is shocked! "This... is this still a swordsman!?"

There were quite a few swordsmen at the scene, and there were also several sword kings, but I had never seen them before. Who used swords like this! Singer and Nolan and other dragon blood tree people are very understanding.

When they first saw Ye Fan's methods, they were amazed, and found that they had practiced for so many years in vain.

"Sword... Sword God! You really want to kill them all!?"

The faces of all parties are ugly, and they know that at this moment, all the worlds of Aslan can see the situation here.

In this way, if they run away again, they will fall behind.

In the end, surrender or fight to the death, you can only choose one by force! "Since you have come, let's make a statement and leave."

Ye Fan's tone was very relaxed, as if he was just talking about a trivial thing.

"From today onwards, those who submit to me, kneel down and bow down, can go."

"If you plan to live and die together with the Spruce Tribe... I will also fulfill you."

While speaking, the flying swords all over the sky started to make a "humming" sound, like a thousand dragons roaring! "I'm impatient, my sword... could fall at any moment."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, but in the eyes of everyone, it was more cruel than any expression.

"Sword God! You... you act like a robber!"

"To be coerced by force, yet dare to claim to be a god!?"

An old mage stood up and scolded loudly.

Ye Fan glanced at him, "I know you, you are the one from the Winter Tribe."

"Under the Winter King, Tilts!"

"Pharaoh?

Really, any cat or dog dares to be king," Ye Fan said with emotion.

"You!..." Tilts looked distressed.

"Brother Baines! Your dragon blood tree tribe is an ancient noble of Aslan, with a noble character!"

"You are willing to let such a foreign robber ruin the reputation of your Dragon Blood Tree tribe!?"

Baines, who was standing behind, remained silent.

Hearing this, the old man scolded directly: "You bastard! Who is your 'brother'!?"

"The Spruce Tribe is Saimon's minions, almost destroying our dragon blood tree!"

"Simon colluded with the Heretic God and used the sea of ​​monsters to hurt hundreds of thousands of our clan!"

"Even if Lord Sword God is a robber, he is clearly here to grab it! That Saimon and the Spruce Tribe are evil villains, Aslan scum!!"

Tilts and others were stunned, they didn't expect Baines to be so open-minded! ?

"You...you old guy is crazy too! You dare to accuse Sir Simon like this?

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"Justice and freedom! Even if he is the adjudicator of the temple, Aslan civilization, he will not have the final say!"

Baines's eloquent words made a group of people from the Dragon's Blood Tree tribe excited! In the major tribes below, many people were also shaken.

Ye Fan was satisfied that this old man was much more sophisticated than Singer.

This debate will show all circles in Aslan that it will be much easier to conquer Aslan's ministries if they can gain the initiative.

Repression by force is temporary. To really stabilize it, you have to win over people's hearts.

"The **** of nature has just fallen, and you have been bewitched by others, and the constant infighting is really chilling..." Suddenly, a sigh spread from the void to all directions.

Ye Fan was not surprised, Simon really came.

After all, he had already hit his base camp, and if he didn't come out, he, the patron saint of Aslan, would be a joke.

It is estimated that Tilz, who dares to stand up and speak, has long known that Simon will not sit idly by.

At this moment, the radiant turquoise natural magic power suddenly appeared in the air.

With the backflow of time, countless cells and tissues are rapidly remodeled.

In the blink of an eye, Udi, who had just been killed, appeared in front of everyone intact.

"This... this is forbidden spell magic, the 'Great Reincarnation Technique'!?"

Some Star God-level mages immediately recognized this powerful magic and exclaimed.

Udi's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he immediately knelt down in midair.

"Thank you for the resurrection of the patron saint!"

When he shouted like this, the people below suddenly woke up! "It's Lord Simon!?"

"The Patronus is here!?"

Amidst the long calls, a space door opened.

Simon, who was wearing a golden mask, walked out gracefully.

When a powerful pressure not inferior to Ye Fan enveloped the audience, almost all the people of the Aslan tribe were boiling!