Chapter 1838

Brush!

At this moment, everyone noticed Ye Fantian in the corner!

The ox demon king and Chekov have been sent out by Ye Fantian to find Chu Meng. Ye Fantian alone sits in a corner of the hall and looks quite insignificant, but at this time, everyone begins to notice Ye Fantian.

What a terrible honor for a person who can attract the attention of the eleven saints of China?

At this time, everyone looked at Ye Fantian with a curious look in their eyes, as if they wanted to see ye Fantian through completely.

Zhang Shulong's eyes widened fiercely, and the corners of his mouth trembled. There was a worried look in his eyes. He completely didn't expect that this friend he knew had the courage to kill all the disciples of the sword saint. What a shocking, no, anti heaven courage and means.

court death!

This is the only word that 99% of the people present can imagine.

Yes, only those who seek death can do such things, and only such people can be so bold.

"Who is this guy?"

"At first glance, I knew he was an idiot. He dared to provoke the sword saint!"

"The sword saint will abolish him with one sword. Absolutely, only one sword!"

"There's not much strong breath in the body, and you can't even feel the slightest power fluctuation. Who is this guy? He's really looking for death!"

"Sad guy, maybe he'll die as soon as he plays!"

Zhuqiang all began to talk about it, as if they were looking at a mole ant about to die. With a compassionate look in their eyes, they clearly despised Ye Fantian.

"How did you provoke this guy?"

Zhang Shulong asked in a low voice in his mouth, with a trace of worry in his eyes. After all, they are all ascetics. Zhang Shulong has a good impression of Ye Fantian and cares about his new friend.

Ye Fantian's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of cold in his eyes. His eyes were like a knife, and suddenly burst out all kinds of divine power!

"No harm!"

Ye Fantian said faintly. Looking at the sword saint, he got up slowly!

"You want to fight with me! I just want to find you. I didn't expect you to send it to the door!"

Ye Fantian's voice rang out slowly and began to spread throughout the hall.

"This little guy is a little interesting!"

The demon Dragon Emperor, who was still communicating with each other, looked here together, but the face of the Lord of Kunlun showed a strange look, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why, do you have the heart to accept disciples?"

The demon Dragon Emperor said with a smile.

For life and death, with their age, they naturally don't care.

"It's a strange feeling!"

The Lord of Kunlun whispered.

Then he took a deep look at Ye Fantian and said with some consideration:

"There seems to be something wrong with this person!"

"Hahaha..."

Hearing Ye Vatican's words, the swordsman smiled. His smile was arrogant and terrible, even with a touch of disdain:

"Are you fighting me? You are really funny, young generation. Your strength is trying to challenge me. If you hadn't killed my disciples, I wouldn't disdain to fight you. Even there is no connection between you and me. You are still fighting with me, ha ha..."

Laughter passed.

Without the slightest concern, ye Fantian stood there quietly, as if looking at a clown, looking at each other, and a strange smile was drawn at the corners of his mouth:

"Have you... Laughed enough?"

The tone was very indifferent and seemed to be quite disdainful, but the words angered the swordsman.

"Die!"

Qiang!

When the divine sword was shot, it seemed that it had no edge, but it was too skillful. With the other party's exertion, the sword intention condensed on it, and the sharp sword Qi surged. At this moment, heaven and earth were changing, everything had to surrender, the other party's blood was burning, and a sword penetrated the nine heavens!

Ye Vatican stood there and didn't dodge. In the eyes of the rest of the strong men, ye Vatican was dead. He was completely dead. He was stunned. This sword was groundbreaking and extremely sharp. Even if they didn't have the ability to dodge, let alone Ye Vatican!

But at this time, just as the sword was about to cut Ye Fantian's head and crush his body, ye Fantian moved.

Hiss

Palm five fingers, slowly lift up.

"Qiang!"

A crisp sound appeared.

In everyone's stunned expression, ye Fantian's palm firmly caught the sword. No, not only did he catch it, but also squeezed his sword in his hand.

"Pa!"

A crisp voice appeared again, but this time, everyone's face changed completely.

Ye Fantian raised his palm and slapped the sword saint in the face!

Boom!

At this moment, the faces of all people, including the demon Dragon Emperor, changed, and their hearts were completely shocked. No one, no one could think of such a thing.

On the sword saint's cheek, on the white cheek, there was a slap, a clear five finger Indian palm.

This slap is crisp and pleasant, which makes people unable to calm down.

"Pa!"

Ye Fantian swung his palm again. This time, anyone saw Ye Fantian's action. It was not fast or slow. It moved slowly, and it was a slap again.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

The slap in the face went out fiercely. Ye Fantian even made Xu's moves. Every move was almost to break people's heart.

At this moment, everyone was completely stupid. Even the swordsman was stupid. He didn't expect Ye Fantian to be so terrible that he couldn't even stop the other party's hand. Slapping and slapping made him have no blocking power!

But just a few slaps, the sword saint has been directly beaten into a pig's head by Ye Fantian.

His swollen face looked very embarrassed at this time. The sword saint's long hair was messy, and his eyes looked unbelievable, ashamed, angry and resentful. At this time, he clearly didn't expect that he would be forced to this extent by an unknown young man.

The sword, in the hands of Ye Fantian, remained motionless and could not be moved by the other party's exertion.

"But he's just a little man. He dares to be so presumptuous in front of me. What a great spirit! The sword saint, a little man who can't even be regarded as Mahayana, dares to call himself a saint!"

Ye Fantian's voice shocked the whole hall.

"Hum, young generation, don't you think you've gone too far?"

A voice finally couldn't help shouting angrily.

I saw an old man standing up with a dragon head crutch.

The man looked ancient, but the moment he stood up, a sword filled the sky, like a sharp sword out of its scabbard.

"That's the inheritor of the dragon king sword Pavilion, the dragon king sword saint!"

"This man hasn't shot for hundreds of years. It's said that one sword can cut off the Yangtze River!"

"Yes, this strong swordsman has a rare opponent. He has always loved it since he accepted the swordsman as his disciple!"

"The boy is completely finished."

Ye Fantian looked at the sword Saint coldly. His eyes were like a knife and a sword, as if he could pierce a person's body.

"You want to fight me, too?"

Ye Fantian sneered at the dragon king sword saint.

"I still haven't made a sword for many years, but young generation, you have successfully angered me. This sword can make an exception for you!"

In the eyes of the dragon king sword saint, there was an irrecoverable evil spirit, as if there was boundless anger burning.

Ye Fantian nodded gently.

While everyone was still looking forward to it, he sneered:

"You deserve it?"

Boom

Kick out with one foot. In an instant, an unparalleled strength hit the dragon king sword saint!

"Poof!"

The body of the dragon king sword Saint seemed to be an angry ball. It was directly kicked by Ye Fan and flew thousands of meters away. It fiercely hit a stone pillar in the hall, making a terrible vibration, spraying blood in his mouth, and his eyes looked unbelievable.

"What?"

"Pa! How is this possible?"

"Who is this expert?"

Zhu Qiang's eyes were shocked, unbelievable and stunned.

Zhang Shulong's face is even more unbelievable. His mouth is so wide that his eyes almost stare out. The guy who talks and laughs with himself is a super strong man who is countless times stronger than the Dragon King swordsman?

"Click!"

He tore the long sword at random, and ye Fantian kicked the sword Saint directly, and his body was like a shadow, steadily controlling the other party's body.

"Don't go too far, sir!"

Finally, the sky old monster couldn't help saying.

After all, he is one of the masters of Kunlun. In his opinion, ye Fantian's behavior is too overbearing.

"Are you going to stand up for him?"

Ye Fantian was not afraid of each other, and his eyes were cold.

"You!"

Ye Fantian's tone was so disrespectful that the old monster in the sky was also angry.

"Boom!"

Ye Fantian's momentum burst out suddenly. Although it was only 30%, it was like the king of God coming to the world, more like the emperor of heaven coming to dust. A wave of infinite terror spread from ye Fantian's body in an instant.

On the void, the breath surging into the sky is born. At this moment, heaven and earth will surrender to it.

The figures knelt down on the ground.

Their eyes are full of fear, surprise, expectation and hope.

Even the Lord of Kunlun and the demon Dragon Emperor knelt on the ground without exception.

Ye Fantian stood proudly among them, his face was indifferent, and seemed not to show the slightest happy look at the performance of these people. He just looked at the sword Saint coldly and said slowly:

"Your man took a woman in canglan city. Now I ask you, where did the woman go?!"