The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Without one of the four major disciples, the formation of the formation was useless, and even Li Rui and the others returned to their normal state.

Although Li Rui was shocked, he still did not leave, but continued to attack Ye Fan.

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Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced, his whole body was surrounded by golden blood energy, the vision of the golden lotus species in the sea of ​​bitterness spread directly for thousands of miles, covering everyone in it.

Cengjing had seen Ye Fan at the Nanyu Ferry, a cultivator with a powerful vision of the sea, and he retreated without saying a word, but the three fluctuating light disciples who bore the brunt were unable to move.

The huge golden lotus leaves blocked the three of them all around, and there was no way to control the sky. Li Rui and others were basically cornered.

After personally feeling the power of Lunhai Vision and Ye Fan, Li Rui realized how stupid he was.

His heart was trembling, but Li Rui and two other fluctuating light disciples still sacrificed the magic weapon above their heads and wanted to resist.

However, those magical treasures were smashed into pieces by the golden dragon that suddenly appeared in the vision of Ye Fan's Lunhai.

"What do you think is the difference between the Four Pole Realm and the Dragon Transformation Realm? That is Tianqing."

Ye Fan looked at the three people in front of him lightly.

The verses of the ancient scriptures of Taihuang appeared in Ye Fan's mind, and the golden light once again manifested into a long sword. The blade was long and thin, about three fingers wide. The blade was engraved with inscriptions. Slit by a sword.

Looking at the long sword on Ye Fan's head, some people present were even more shocked.

"Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, you are geniuses all over the world, but in my eyes, you are destined to be trampled under my feet."

Ye Fan raised his right hand and directly held the manifested Taihuang Sword. Although it was only a projection of the Emperor Sutra, the rhythm of the Taihuang Sword, which originated from the Emperor's Sword of the Extreme Dao in Zhongzhou, still shook the world.

Except for the four major disciples, only one sword is enough.

Clenching the projection of the Emperor's Sword, which seemed real but illusory, Ye Fan slashed at Li Rui and the others in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, the sword light seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth in an instant, and even the void was directly split.

Shocking, splendid, and full of deadly threats - this is the horror of the Taihuang Sword that comes to kill the emperor.

Facing Ye Fan's earth-shattering sword, Li Rui and the others only had fear in their hearts. .

Chapter [-]: The Holy Son of Fluctuation

"Bang!"

Already able to feel the terrifying aura and coldness contained in the sword light, Li Rui and others knew that they must be planted in Ye Fan's hands today.

Then, at the same time as the sword light slashed in front of the three of them, a black cauldron instantly resisted the sword light, and the dragon pattern on the cauldron vividly showed the phantom of the real dragon, directly following the sword light of the emperor. collide together.

Even Ye Fan didn't expect someone to put a hand in it, and he was shocked by the aftermath of the collision between the tripod and the sword light, and he took a few steps back.

After the aftermath subsided, everyone raised their heads to take a closer look, and saw a young man in his twenties standing calmly in front of Li Rui and the others.

A black cauldron hangs above the young man's head. It is the black gold cauldron with the dragon pattern of the extreme emperor soldier in the Holy Land of Fluctuation. It is not accurate to say that it is a defective imitation of the imperial soldier.

"Holy Son..." "Three Eight Three"

Li Rui, who didn't expect to escape by chance, hesitantly looked at the Holy Son of Fluctlight with his back turned to him, with a strange expression on his face.

"Sit back and watch the sky, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

The Holy Son of Yaoguang looked sideways at Li Rui and said.

"Yes……"

Li Rui, whose true face was revealed, turned pale for a while, and finally stepped back with the other two disciples while covering his wound.

The fluctuating light saint Yao Xi, who passed by them, didn't even look at them, and walked straight to Ye Fan.

"Thank you Young Master Ye for your mercy."

"The saint doesn't need to be too polite, I just shot slowly."

Ye Fan didn't get angry and smiled instead.

For Li Rui and others, he really has murderous intentions, and whoever makes the other party want to kill himself.

But what surprised Ye Fan was that the Holy Son of Fluctlight, who had always been taciturn, was actually able to block the attacking supernatural powers of his Taihuangjing.

However, if it wasn't for the holy son's magic weapon, the dragon-patterned black golden cauldron, which was an imitation of the Jade Emperor's weapon, he would not dare to take this sword.

"Hmph, are you Shaking Light Holy Land planning to sing half the black face and half the white face?"

Xia Jiuyou, who had finished cleaning up the other cultivators, also stood beside Ye Fan and mocked Yao Xi unceremoniously.

Because of the cauldron whose rank is unknown, most of the cultivators are about to gather here again now, and others are coming one after another.

It seems that if you want to win this cauldron, you have to shock this group of people...

Ye Fan thought to himself.

"Opportunities in the ruins of the ancient city are all based on their ability, and it is reasonable to have a fight. Why should you be aggressive, my disciple in the Holy Land has been injured, do you still want Young Master Ye to kill?"

Yao Xi's red lips hidden under the white silk scarf opened slightly, and spoke in a eloquent manner.

"I'm afraid Ye Fan wouldn't dare to wear this tall hat."

Xia Jiuyou snorted coldly and turned to look at Ye Fan.

"Besides, your Fluctuating Light Holy Land is willing to take out even the imperial soldiers of the extreme way. Are you afraid that we don't want the chance in this ruins and instead fight for your imperial soldiers?"

"Come and try."