After hearing the elder's words, the rest of the people of Houtu Xingzong were all shocked. Their souls were gone. What's the difference between them and death!

"Little beast, you must be playing tricks. I'll kill you!"

The elder handed over the body to others. His eyes were full of murderous spirit. His eyes were fixed on Ye Xiaofan and disappeared in an instant.

Ling Qingyou has a white face. His sword is in front of him. He looks as if he is going back to death. He speaks decisively. At the moment, ye Xiaofan grabs his hand and throws it to the distance.

"Go

"Xiao Fan, I'll stop..."

If ye Xiaofan can defeat a level 6 baby, then two or dozens of them will die in the face of so many powerful people.

After ye Xiaofan's death, the warriors, seeing this scene, one by one their faces turned pale, and their hearts were filled with fear, and they all fled toward the distance.

"Do you think that if you defeat Kuang Meng, you will be able to fight against the thick soil Xingzong? Those dozens of powerful people are enough to crush the little boy hundreds of times!"

"He's dead. The people who live in the thick soil can't be compared with those who are crazy and fierce. Those dozens of strong people are all level five and level six. The little boy has decided to die!"

"Then The little boy killed the elder of Houtu Xingzong

At that time, dozens of people, their true Qi was released, and the momentum of terror was like an avalanche of mountains and seas, covering a few miles around, one by one, breaking through the void and rushing to Ye Xiaofan.

Seeing Cheng Gong, Bai Changlao died one by one in Ye Xiaofan's hands, and the people of thick soil Xingzong suddenly realized that ye Xiaofan was really the murderer.

"Take your life!"

"Little beast, you want to die!"

"Bai Lao!"

If the elder knew that soul swallowing sword was a level 5 inferior magic weapon, he would regret provoking Ye Xiaofan. The fifth level magic weapon is a magic weapon made by the infant stronger.

To his death, he did not understand why a six-year-old boy had a magic weapon that could attack his soul, and why the magic weapon was so terrible that he destroyed his body with one sword and pierced his soul.

Ye Xiaofan pulled out the soul swallowing sword and muttered unhappily that the corpse of the outer gate elder was heavily smashed on the ground, and his eyes were full of fear, and he died in his eyes.

"Plop!"

"As expected, it is pitiful to kill those who are lower than themselves."

"Congratulations to the host for killing the outer sect elder of Houtu Xingzong and obtaining 50 experience"

"Ding Dong!"

The outer gate elder's five fingers are about one meter away from ye Xiaofan. He has not yet taken another step forward. He looks down at his chest. Then his pupils suddenly enlarge. A touch of fear in his eyes quickly blooms. With a piercing roar, he loses his breath.

"No!"

"What kind of magic weapon can destroy my soul?"

The soul swallowing sword is inserted on the elder of the outer gate. The body of the sword is covered with purple luster.

Ye Xiaofan has a three meter sword in his hand. The purple sword directly pierces the chest of the outer gate elder.

"Stab!"

"Here comes the knife."

The elder, like lightning, grabbed Ye Xiaofan's neck. His fingers were full of genuine Qi and wanted to crush Ye Xiaofan's neck with one claw.

"Take your life!"

When the elder reappeared, he went to Ye Xiaofan.

"Shua!"

"Seven level six and thirty level five. Hey, I don't know how much experience they can bring me."

"Fortunately, I didn't eat the soul eating sword."

Ye Xiaofan holds a three meter sword in his hand. Facing so many strong men, he has no fear on his face, but is a little excited.

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