Chapter 720

The air between heaven and earth stopped.

The wind stopped!

The sound stopped!

Everything stopped at this moment!

Bai Bingyan's beautiful eyes opened round, and the expression on her pretty face was dull. She couldn't believe it. It was because of her words that Zhuge Mingjing was pierced?

If it weren't for her, Zhuge Mingjing couldn't have been pierced!

"When we fight... We are the enemy, the enemy! Die!"

In the ferocious and sharp voice, a sword hero raised his light-sharing sword again!

"Boy... You want to die!"

The rolling voice fell down from the sky, just like the voice of the king of the gods turned into supreme authority.

White hair like snow, eyes like blood!

The scarlet light radiates into two sharp swords!

The purple wings kept beating, making the whole space begin to tremble.

Ye Fantian - angry!

In front of his own face, this sword hero even made such a move, which has exceeded his tolerance. Moreover, if it was not for Zhuge Mingjing to stop, it would be that sword hero who fell to the ground.

At this moment, the world has changed dramatically again!

"Get out of here!"

In a roar, ye Fantian's fingers moved, and a majestic vigorous Qi hit each other's body heavily.

"Poof..."

With a mouthful of blood, a strong man of Dawu division level was defeated and seriously injured by Ye Fantian!

"You want to stop me, too?"

Ye Fantian stared at the hundred soldiers behind him with a bad face and said with a sneer.

That finger just now was enough to penetrate the body of the swordsman, but it was blocked by a sword Qi. It was so fast that there was no one else who could stop him except the hundred soldiers and Wu Jun behind him.

"No... I didn't intend to stop you, but the problem now is to see how your brother is."

"Is it the old ancestor?"

"Is it the old ancestor?"

"Why are our ancestors here?"

"Stay here all the time."

The sound of surprise kept coming out of everyone's mouth.

But soon they were surprised to find that the superior ancestor in their heart was whispering to a teenager who looked only 17 or 18 years old, and from that attitude, it seemed that the teenager had paid no attention to his ancestor at all?

"Who is this boy?"

"There are flying feathers behind it?"

"What a terrible guy."

"It's him? White hair, blood pupil... It's the white haired devil!"

"The youngest young Wu Jun in history? Is he a white haired devil?"

"Is it really him?"

Ye Fantian stared at the Baibing Wu Jun coldly, and an amazing evil spirit even the Baibing Wu Jun couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Although both sides had reservations in the recent battle, Baibing Wujun believed that ye Fantian's reservation seemed to be more.

"Get out!"

Ye Fantian's body fell in a hurry, and then he kicked the sword Hao out.

This foot contained Ye Fantian's resentment. Although he didn't want to refute the face of the hundred soldiers, it was enough to let the sword hero's body fly out like a broken kite.

"Cough..."

A mouthful of blood has been sprayed out again, which is obviously wrapped with a lot of broken meat.

The palm of his hand quickly flows on the body of Zhuge Mingjing for a while, and with the action of Ye Fantian, the injury of Zhuge Mingjing's body has completely recovered, but in addition to these places, there is a key position.

That's a light splitting sword!

At this time, it is heavily stabbing Zhuge Mingjing's body, and that position seems to be - Dantian!

Dantian!

The most mysterious position in martial arts cultivation!

Hurt Dantian, light people need to rest for a long time!

Heavy enough to be a lifelong loser!

Dantian was pierced by this long blade. Is it serious or easy?

I am afraid that one can understand the possibility.

"Bright mirror..."

Bai Bingyan rushed to the stage and cried loudly at Zhuge Mingjing, whose eyes had begun to relax.

Ye Fan naively wanted to slap the woman in front of him to death. If it weren't for her talkative words, his second brother wouldn't be like what he is now. Now the long sword enters the body, Dantian is absolutely impossible to keep it.

Thinking of these, ye Fantian's heart couldn't help going crazy.

I'm afraid things will be much better if I pay more attention to it.

"Cough... Yan'er, why are you crying? I... I can't die."

Zhuge Mingjing reluctantly opened his eyes. His lax eyes looked at Bai Bingyan's pretty face and showed a reluctantly smile.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this."

Looking at the light skimming sword that has been pulled out by Ye Fantian, she doesn't know what it means.

The Dantian was destroyed, which is a crazy torture for a martial arts practitioner. Even life is worse than death. It can be said that Zhuge Mingjing has been completely abolished all his life.

"It doesn't hurt..."

Zhuge Mingjing smiled bitterly again, but his face changed again at the moment when he began to slightly run his true Qi.

Seeing ye Fantian's crazy posture, he finally knew what kind of problems had happened to his body.

Dantian - it's over?!

Even though Zhuge Mingjing had such a mind, he couldn't help feeling dizzy on his head. Then he closed his eyes and fainted.

This blow is too obvious.

"Yan'er, this is the ointment made by my grandfather. Please help apply it."

Baibing Wujun sighed helplessly.

"This ointment is very effective for healing wounds. Maybe the elixir field is not destroyed?"

Baibing Wujun said unpredictably.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Ye fantiansi said without face.

But at this time, a word suddenly flashed in Ye Fantian's mind - Holy Spirit water!

That's enough to help a person repair his own elixir.

And I have collected all my materials, and with the effect of the violent tree, I am sure to refine it.

"Immediately arrange someone to take this person to Haosheng's care."

Baibing Wu Jun shouted.

"Yes... Ancestors!"

Facing the first person of the hundred soldiers family, even the elders of the hundred soldiers family dare not show the slightest presumptuous color on their faces.

"As for this man...!"

Ye Fantian took a slight look at the sword hero on the ground who was showing the color of pain, and the scarlet killing intention was in his eyes.

The light splitting and shadow sweeping sword on the ground slowly floated into Ye Fantian's hand, and the killing intention was violent.

Qiang

A sword light fiercely shot at the other party.

This sword is not enough to kill, but it can definitely destroy each other. Seeing all this, even the hundred soldiers and Wu Jun don't want to intervene.

I can only sigh helplessly in my heart. What this Jianhao did is indeed too much, even too shameless.

It's no less than killing each other to abolish a martial arts cultivation Dantian and a martial arts cultivation genius Dantian.

Yijianhao's body couldn't move. Ye Fantian's control of this long sword was ingenious to the extreme, and even all the other party's routes were completely suppressed and sealed.

No one dared to stop. The spirit like breath in heaven and earth just now was enough to make them feel fear and know the identity of the person in front of them more clearly.

Although I'm not sure, but I know that the possibility that this person is a white haired devil is eight or nine!

"Broken!"

At the moment when the long sword was about to pierce the body of a Jianhao, a cold voice was suddenly transmitted.

The finger moved, and the light grazing shadow sword changed its direction without hesitation.

Qiang

Starting with the long sword, a medium-sized man appeared in front of the crowd.

A body of coarse linen, a messy long hair, but it is distributed.

A pair of dark blue eyes contained a touch of anger. They stared at Ye Fantian coldly, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"It's a cruel means to lay such a heavy hand on an injured person."

The visitor said coldly.

In the dragon and tiger steps, a floating sword idea has spread around.

Although he was dressed in linen, although he didn't have a beautiful face, he had a unique floating smell and dusty taste.

It's like a noble long sword. Even among the hundred soldiers, they can't hide each other's dazzling face. It seems that they are at the level of thirty or forty years old, but their eyes are deep and abnormal, like a hundred year old old.

"Brother... Brother!"

A sword Hao's mouth whispered.

eldest brother? Yijianhao's eldest brother?

For a moment, everyone present could not help but marvel.

The first genius of Jiandu, with the first young master of sword cultivation.

One sword dominates!

Yijianxiong!

"Did you hurt my brother?"

Yijianxiong slightly stretched out his fingers and patted yijianhao's body for a while. He input his true Qi into it, but his face became more ugly with the input of true Qi.

Yijianhao is seriously injured!

"Did you hurt my brother?"

Yijianxiong stared at Ye Fantian coldly again and shouted loudly.

In the forest of sword intention, infinite killing intention has begun to gather.

"He's lucky he didn't kill him!"

Ye Fantian said without fear!

"Very good! You are the first person who dares to be so presumptuous in front of me. Tell me your name, boy!"

The light and shadow sword slowly raised, pointed to Ye Fantian and said slowly.

"Ha... Ha ha ha..."

Looking at the Zhuge Ming mirror carried away, ye Fantian couldn't help laughing.

"Arrogant boy... What are you?!"