Chapter 1911

Tick

Tick

The blood slowly dripped down along the scarlet magic sword. For a moment, all the voices seemed to stop. Ye Fantian stared at the man in front of him and didn't seem to care about everything around him

The pretty face is still, the skin is like snow, the exquisite appearance and the noble breath, the familiar breath and fluctuation make ye Fantian's heart palpitate.

There are traces on each other's pretty face, which are fragments. Obviously, this is because the other party's face was originally changed, which was broken by Ye Fantian. After the skill of changing face, the original true face was revealed.

The black robe looks spacious, but the concave convex and plump temptation of the charming body is still unable to cover it.

A pair of tall and straight soft meat, full and beautiful, it is difficult to ignore.

This woman is like a ripe peach. How strong the charm is, but on her pretty face, she has no expression at this time, as if it was cold as ice.

The brilliance of a pair of beautiful eyes is even more frightening.

"Leaf less!"

Chekov's face showed a crazy look.

The ox demon king slapped a strong man directly and flew out.

"Tibetan Dance!"

The fighting demon Buddha holding the demon stick rushed forward crazy.

"Don't come!"

Ye Fantian shouted fiercely.

There was a pain in the voice that could not be concealed.

When the long sword enters the body, the terrible Senran sword Qi has been frantically destroyed in Ye Fantian's body. Ye Fantian's meridians are stronger than the real dragon veins, and his energy is more extraordinary. However, this magic sword can make ye Fantian feel pain, which is obviously not an ordinary magic sword.

The evil spirit was strong, and the terrible scarlet flowed on it. It seemed that it was contaminated with blood. At this time, the long sword was scarlet, just like a red jade.

"Don't go over..."

The sword mother grabbed Mo Wenqing who was trying to rush forward, and the flashing light in her beautiful eyes was constantly flashing:

"The whole body is scarlet, and the evil spirit is vast. This breath is a powerful magic sword that can kill saints. It is said that even saints can kill..."

The sword mother's mouth whispered and scolded.

Obviously, there is also boundless anger.

"Kill the holy sword?!"

As a practitioner of kendo, don't ask how you feel. You don't know the real meaning of this magic sword.

It is said that this magic sword has unparalleled magic power. Every owner holding the magic sword has become the legendary supreme Demon power, and the illustrious prestige can envelop the world.

If a trace of sword Qi enters the body, the sages will fall for it, not to mention being penetrated by the magic sword.

The sharp pain made Ye Fantian's body tremble, but now the pain in his flesh is only the second, and the most painful is his heart.

The charming face is still, and the beautiful and exquisite face is what ye Fantian dreams of.

Yan Yujing!

This is the missing person he is looking for!

But now, the other party has shot at himself.

"Why?"

Staring at Yan Yujing tightly, ye Fantian cried painfully in his mouth.

This sword not only pierced his body, but also pierced his heart. It was an invisible wound and more painful.

A shiver appeared in the beautiful eyes. Yanyu Jingjiao's body trembled a few times, and the jade hand holding the holy sword became much weaker.

I don't know why, she felt her heart crying madly, as if she had made a big mistake.

"Jing'er, why? Why did you do this?"

Looking at yanyujing, ye Fantian looked at her again and asked.

The pain in the sound could not be concealed.

But yanyujing's beautiful eyes gradually dissipated from the freezing, and a trace of softness began to appear.

"Hiss..."

The long sword suddenly began to pull out from ye Fantian's body, and the blood flowed, but ye Fantian didn't care at this time.

"Qiang!"

He raised his long sword again, and this time, the holy killing magic sword has enveloped the eyebrows of the Lord Ye Fantian. Even the sages and supreme masters can't resist this sword. It is said that this holy killing magic sword is enough to kill the eternal peak strong, and even the gods can be broken. If this sword goes on, ye Fantian will definitely fall.

"Jing'er, are you really going to kill me?"

Ye Fantian's voice roared wildly, with boundless pain in the roar, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.

The fluctuation in the sound made Yan Yujing's delicate body tremble more seriously, and a painful light flashed in her beautiful eyes. It seemed that the holy sword in her hand was about to lose its grip.

Pop pop

The magic sword is flickering, trembling, and constantly puffing and puffing the dark sword Qi.

The man in front of her made her unable to start. She didn't know why or why. She killed so many people. Yan Yujing didn't soften her hand, but she couldn't do it facing the man in front of her.

"Kill him, you kill him, you can cut everything off, you can really be eternal, kill! Kill! Kill!"

A bewitching voice began to appear in yanyujing's heart.

Raise the magic sword, but still can't move. That pair of scarlet, how strange, seems to be as delicate as a gem, but the painful fluctuation flashing in this pair of scarlet makes yanyujing unbearable.

She seemed to feel that her heart began to become sad:

"What's the matter? Why can't I do it? Once I do it, I will regret it forever! Why? Why?"

Yan Yujing kept asking herself, but there was no answer.

A strange memory suddenly appeared in her mind. It was a picture, very short, vague, but very warm.

Pain!

Intense pain!

That kind of heart piercing pain made Mo Wenqing cover his head uncontrollably:

"Next time... I must kill you!"

There was a murderous intention in the voice, but the voice was trembling.

"Hiss..."

With a slight movement of her body, she broke the void. The man and the sword merged and disappeared here in an instant.

"Jing'er!"

Ye Fantian's mouth roared loudly.

The fragrance remained, but there was no one.

"Mole ants, despicable mole ants, didn't kill you. How is this possible? The person who controls the holy sword must cut off all his emotions. Why won't he kill you? Why?!"

A roar came out fiercely.

"Eyes of the gods!"

Ye Fantian's mouth roared wildly.

In the middle of the eyebrows, a bright brilliance began to be generated. This brilliance has a general trend that can suppress the general trend of the four sides!

"Boom..."

Ye Fantian did not take into account the sharp pain in his own flesh. He forcibly controlled the power of the terrible eyes of the gods and forcibly entered the body of the boxing saint.

Evil spirit!

Boundless magic gas!

This evil Qi has a strange healthy qi, which seems to be merging with each other.

"Boy, as I said, you will pay for it."

A cold voice appeared in the space.

"Shiyuan God King... It's you!"

A person's message finally appeared in Ye Fantian's heart.

A huge illusion began to emerge.

This illusion carries a huge machete, and its tall body seems to be able to communicate with the world and the stars!

The terrible posture and the machete on his back made a divine cry.

This posture is not the original God King. Who else can it be!

"Shiyuan God King! It's you!"

Ye Fantian's voice fluctuated coldly. He was angry, really angry.

The dragon will die if it touches the scales!

Relatives, lovers, friends, these are ye Fantian's inverse scales!

"Did you finally guess? Yes, Yan Yujing is really controlled by the king. Her physique is very unique. She can control the holy sword. The holy sword was tempered by a great existence in ancient times. Ordinary people can control death or injury, but this woman can control it. I have to say that it is a good killing tool!"

There was a proud look in the voice of Shiyuan God King.

"How does it feel to be beheaded by the woman you love?"

Shiyuan God King smiled more and more proudly.

"How dare you lay hands on my people!"

Ye Fantian's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of cold awn, and said slowly. The voice looked very weak, but in fact it had an unusual killing thought.

"Ye Fantian, if you fight against the king, you are looking for death. The king will make you pay an unlimited price. You have been right against the king by destroying the body that the king needs again and again. Therefore, the king will make good use of this tool, ha ha..."

"The eyes of the gods! The power of the wilderness!"

Ye Fantian's eyes suddenly moved, and thousands of Guanghua flashed in the center of his eyebrows.

"Boom..."

At this time, the anger of the gods began to fluctuate more horribly with the roar of Ye Fantian. Heaven and earth repeated, and the consolidation space began to collapse completely.

"Devour!"

Ye Fantian immediately grasped the virtual shadow of Shiyuan God King and ran fiercely, and then a terrible swallowing force began to spread out.

"Dare you! Ye Fantian, what are you going to do?"

King Shiyuan did not expect that ye Fantian was so terrible that he could grasp his origin. If he goes on like this, he will be very unlucky.

"I'll make you pay for it this time!"

The twinkling light in Ye Fantian's eyes of the gods became more and more bright, and the runes began to bless:

"The gods curse! In the name of the gods, the law follows the words and deeds. I curse you..."

"Heaven and earth... I will kill you!"

In the frightened eyes of Shiyuan God King, ye Fantian grabbed and broke a source virtual shadow of the other party

The pain in his heart has been reduced a lot. Yanyu Jing was plotted by Shiyuan God King. Now he must find the trace of Yanyu Jing and save it.

"Poof..."

A sharp pain suddenly passed out.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, and the severe pain made Ye Fantian's body tremble uncontrollably.

But at this time, the party slowly surrounded Ye Fantian