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The mountain of God.

The king of the gods and the king of heaven are helpless. The guy who killed the sword king is really true. They don't look at the opponent, and they directly challenge him. Yang Fan is the ruthless man who killed the four royal families in a month. Even if the power is not as terrible as 36 pseudo saints, it is not as good as the thirty-two false saints Comparable.

Even if he is the most powerful swordsman, he is also the same. If he challenges him, he is not looking for abuse.

Fortunately, Yang Fan is not angry. Otherwise, he will have to take off his skin even if he is not dead.

"Ah

Shaking his head and eliminating the distractions in his mind, the three men were absorbed in looking at the two men in the void. Up to now, this war is imperative.

"I don't know how many moves this big ice can hold in Yang Fan's hands?"

"The extinction of the extinction of Kendo has come to an end, that is, the thirty-three false saints are not necessarily his opponents. It is hard to say if there are too many, the ten moves should not be a problem."

"It's hard to say that the old man of the Yinlong nationality is not weak. Even in the thirty-three false saints, it can be called the top. In addition, in the Yinlong holy lake, the strength that can be exerted is not much weaker than that of a thirty-five false saints. But in the end, it was not easily suppressed by Yang Fan. In my opinion, it would be good if the ice cube could hold up five moves."

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no one is optimistic about Xiaomie Jianjun. The gap between the two sides is too large. With the strength of jimie Jianjun, we should not destroy the first royal family, the Yinlong clan. That is to say, to exterminate the Qiulong clan, we have to pay a high price. The victory or defeat of this war has long been doomed, but it is just a matter of supporting several moves.

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above the void.

Yang Fan and Ji Mie Jian Jun are far away from each other.

The sword King standing in the sky is like the eternal sculpture.

A kind of peerless sword cultivation stands on the top of the mountain, and the loneliness of the high place is extremely cold.

Before he pulled out his sword, the momentum of the whole person was like a unique sword out of its sheath.

At this moment, it seems that the whole world is darkened. The sun, the moon and the stars are not bright. The most pure darkness of Taoism rises from his body and seems to be able to destroy everything and devour everything.

On the other hand, Yang Fan has not changed a bit, but still looks as plain as before.

At this moment...

Yang Fan's lips moved and said, "brother jimie, let's go." He didn't mean to take the lead. With his current strength, once he did, the battle would be over. It was impossible for him to have the slightest resistance.

Even if the annihilation sword king is not weaker than the thirty-three pseudo saints, the thirty-three false saints are better than the four level top-level saints, and barely have the power to compete with the five level top-level saints. Today's Yang Fan, with its pure flesh and shell power, can almost rival a top-level two-level holy one.

The gap between the two sides is too great to justify.

"Lord of Yangyun, be careful." Jimie Jian Jun is not polite. He also knows that there is a big gap between himself and Yang Fan.

"Boom ~ ~"

a black light flashed out of the scabbard.

"Boom ~ ~ ~ boom ~ ~ ~"

with a sword in hand, the sword King's whole body momentum is like the Yangtze River, and the whole person is like the source of darkness, corroding everything in all directions.

"Take me a sword."

"Whew ~ ~ ~ whew ~ ~ ~"

the black sword light burst out from the pores of the dead sword king, just like a star storm, killing Yang Fan.

These black sword lights, rolling like a tide, destroyed everything. In an instant, they formed a mysterious sword array, which was crushed and killed by Yang Fan. In this sword array, countless dim shadows emerged. It seems that thousands of peerless swords are practicing the art of swordsmanship and performing swordsmanship, which is like a dream.

However, this is not the most terrifying. Suddenly, on the top of Yang Fan's head, there appears a dark sword Qi, which is silent and like a ghost. It attacks and kills Yang Fan's soul of knowing the sea directly.

This sword is the real way to kill the king of the sword. It's unpredictable to kill the Holy Spirit with one sword.

The dream sword array in front of us is just a virtual move.

Of course, for other pseudo saints, the dream sword array is also a killing array. Even if some thirty-two false saints are not careful, they will be killed by the dream sword array.

...

it's too late.

"Brother jimie, let me break your sword." Yang Fan smiles at will, but he doesn't see any action.

"Boom ~ ~"

when Yang Fan saw the holy soul in the sea, which was even more terrible than the nine level top saint, a terrible spiritual light burst out at once.It's as if the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. Where it passes by, what calms the sword spirit, and the dream sword array is swept away, as if it had never appeared at all.

"I... I failed."

Jimie sword King's eyes are a little gloomy. He thought that even if he could not cause too much trouble to Yang Fan, he would have to spend some time to break it. Unexpectedly, he was easily broken by Yang Fan.

What's more, he could feel that Yang Fan didn't use much power at all. The power of the ghost of terror, which had passed away, made him tremble. He had a feeling that if Yang Fan wanted to, he could be completely wiped out of the world with one move.

It's no more difficult than killing a mole ant.

...

"defeated... Defeated, so the ice cube failed?" Some of the three of the Lord of the gods and emperors couldn't react. The last sword, especially the ghost sword, was a magic stroke. If it was them, none of them had the confidence to be able to retreat under this sword. Even if they didn't die, they would have to be severely damaged.

Even if it's some thirty-four, it's not easy to take the sword.

As a result, Yang Fan gave it to... Monster. It's a monster.

In fact, the greater the power of his allies, the greater the surprise of his allies.

"Brother Yang, I have prepared a banquet for you. Please come here, brother Yang." Imperceptibly, the name of the emperor and God has changed. In the world of friars, the strong are respected and the advanced are the first. Age is nothing at all.

Soon, a grand banquet began.

On that banquet, such as the Emperor God peixue and other emperors and princesses could only serve as maidens.

On the wine table made of Shangpin Shengjing, there are all kinds of delicacies made of rare and exotic animal dishes, as well as the top holy fruits, which are continuously sent to the table one after another. If ordinary people can eat one bite, they will immediately rise and live forever.

There is also the wine, more extraordinary goods, just a cup, enough to break through a small state.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Yang Fan took a look at the God of the emperor and said, "brother God, I don't know what is the specific situation of the hundred ethnic assembly?" What Yang Fan knew about the hundred nationalities meeting was limited. He only knew that it was a feast for dividing the top ethnic groups in the sacred heart region and the only way for many superior races to be promoted to the top. It was held once a hundred million years.

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