Chapter 281: It's just a defeated man!

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Following Ye Fan's violent drink, the whole world seemed to shake.

The next moment, his eyes drenched, his whole body's momentum skyrocketed, no longer hiding his strength, and the turbulent inner strength injected into the spear.

Immediately afterwards, above the tip of the gun, a dazzling light burst out, as if a red sun was recreated, which made people dare not look directly at it. Compared with this, everything in the world looked bleak.

Ye Fan's spear swept across, and the tip of the spear drew a large circle in mid-air. Its potential was just like a meteor chasing the moon, tearing the sky apart.

"Stab!"

The sharp and piercing sonic boom burst into the arena like nine days of thunder.

"Overlord's Spear Technique-Fenghuo Liaoyuan!" Ye Fan shouted loudly.

This set of Overlord Spear was an unparalleled combat technique passed down by the Ye family.

When Ye Nantian taught it, he once said that its essence has four points-

Furinkazan!

It is as fast as the wind, and when the gun is fired, the action is swift, just like the blast of the wind!

Its Xu is like a forest, and when changing moves, it is like a forest in an orderly manner!

Invading and plundering is like fire. When invading and harassing the enemy, it is like a fierce fire, burning the sky and destroying the world, unstoppable!

Unmovable like a mountain, when the gun is blocked, it is as solid as a mountain, unshakable!

But now, Ye Fan’s move "beacon fires a prairie fire", deepened the essence of "invading like fire", swept all directions, surging, and did not give Fan Baichuan any chance to dodge.

...

"Oops!"

Seeing the spear stabbed at him, Fan Baichuan's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like awns, secretly saying that he underestimated the enemy!

He never expected that Ye Fan's shot could possess such terrifying power, speed, strength, and angle were all perfect.

Even if Fan Baichuan is the Baji Master, he can't stop the shot with his bare hands!

escape!

Must escape!

Fan Baichuan had only the thought of running away in his mind.

His burly body suddenly stagnated in mid-air and twisted his waist. He made an unbelievably difficult yoga movement, which was able to escape the trajectory of a long spear. Then his figure retreated violently, squeezing the dantian crazily. Inner strength, tens of feet in an instant.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt like a man on his back.

"Stab!"

The broken army gun tore a vacuum tunnel in mid-air, just like the axe that Pangu opened up the world.

Under the spear, ten dead and no life!

Fan Baichuan only felt a heart-piercing pain from the vest, and then his chest exploded. The sharp tip of the gun came out of his heart, and he was shocked!

The red blood rushed out like a fountain, and instantly dyed most of his body.

At this moment, Fan Baichuan, who was still invincible before, seemed to be drained of all his energy, his eyes were dim, he lowered his head and looked at the spear that pierced his chest, his lips murmured:

"How... how could it be..."

The next moment, his head tilted, and the last trace of vitality dissipated.

Fan Baichuan, the Baji Grandmaster, died!

However, his face still remained extremely horrified and unbelievable, and his eyes opened wide, as if they were about to pop out.

Don't look down!

He didn't even want to understand until he died, how could such a young Ye Fan possess such terrifying martial arts strength, almost capable of psychic power!

Immediately afterwards, with a spear in Ye Fan's hand, Fan Baichuan's burly remnant was severely thrown to the ground more than ten meters away, like a dead dog!

...

"hiss!"

At this moment, Dongfang Jin, who was not far away, couldn't help taking a breath, her face was full of fear, and her body shuddered uncontrollably.

The scene that happened just now caused him an unprecedented visual impact.

Invisibly, it was like a pair of big hands, squeezing his heart fiercely, making him almost suffocated.

Dongfang Jin never expected that even Fan Zhuong, who was in the realm of Grand Master, would die in Ye Fan's hands!

In this way, how should he face Ye Fan, the killer star, who has no power to bind the chicken?

"Step! Step! Step!"

At this time, Ye Fan walked towards Dongfang Jin step by step. The blood on the spear had never dried up, dripping to the ground, smudging the enchanting blood lotus, which was shocking.

Feeling the coldness and bitterness in Ye Fan's eyes, Dongfang Jin no longer has any arrogant capital, and the final line of psychological defense is about to collapse.

He was pale and stammered begging for mercy:

"Don't... don't kill me! Whatever you want, whether it's a splendid wealth or a peerless beauty, our Eastern family can give it to you! By the way, didn't you just say that you came to the Mingyue cousin to collect debts? , The debt is in charge, my cousin Mingyue is not in the family now!"

"What? Dongfang Mingyue is not there?!" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

Before, he took it for granted that Dongfang Mingyue should be in the Dongfang family.

But in this way, even if he kills the Dongfang Family, he cannot fight Dongfang Mingyue.

After groaning for a moment, Ye Fan suddenly walked to Dongfang Jin's side, like an eagle catching a chicken, holding his back collar, and swept toward the mountain.

Ye Nantian followed closely behind, like a "transparent man", who never spoke.

...

It takes at least half an hour for ordinary people to climb this hill, hundreds of meters high, but for martial arts experts like Ye Fan and Ye Nantian, it takes a few breaths to reach the top of the mountain. .

Because of the angle of view, I was unable to see the scenery at the foot of the mountain before.

And now, a magnificent palace appeared in front of Ye Fan's eyes.

Looking into the distance, the palace is extremely luxurious, almost occupying the entire top of the mountain. There are nine white jade steps in front of which are carved with totems of real dragons. The scales fly up and gradually rise, like a roaring dragon sweeping into the sky and rushing into the sky.

I don’t see Mount Tai, I don’t know how high the mountain is!

Do not involve the sea, do not know the breadth of the sea!

Before seeing this oriental mansion, Ye Fan couldn't imagine that there should be such a luxurious private house in this world, just like the legendary Afang Palace!

And at the forefront, there is a tall archway with the word book on the plaque——

East!

The iron-painted silver hook is vigorous and powerful, and majestic, like two horned dragons circling together, containing a domineering aura.

"boom!"

Suddenly, in that magnificent palace, another strong man soared into the sky, like a Changhong going through the sun, and his momentum was a bit better than Fan Baichuan.

After a few breaths, a lonely figure suddenly appeared under the Dongfang family plaque.

The man was in his early forties, his eyes were like dragons and phoenixes, his eyebrows were like knives, his lips were square, his sky was full, and his face was clear.

Wearing a luxurious purple dress and bright tribute soft satin, it reflects a faint brilliance in the sun, which is really beautiful.

As soon as he appeared, he gave people a feeling of being cold, arrogant and lonely, yet arrogant and compelling. While being alone and independent, he exuded an aura of contemptuousness and arrogance.

And the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees for no reason.

An aura of horror that was condensed and substantive, spreading towards the surroundings with him as the center, the leaves of the towering trees were covered with a layer of frost, and the grass on the ground was lying on the ground. As if worshipping him.

What is even more unignorable is that he holds a three-foot green front in his right hand. The blade is extremely sharp, with a bronze-like texture, simple and elegant, and the hilt is carved with blue patterns and colors, reflecting the spirit of holiness. The sheath is tied with a row of buckles, the shape is elegant and unique, and the sword body is clear with a hint of cold purple light.

The next moment, his eyes were like electricity, and he pierced Ye Fan and shouted:

"This is the important place of the Eastern family, boy, how dare you openly and seriously injure the three young masters and kill Fan Zhuan, don't you put my Eastern family in the eyes?!"

There was an irresistible will in his scolding.

Ye Fan was like facing the enemy, his heart trembled, and he was extremely depressed, giving birth to an unprecedented threat of death.

There is no doubt that the strength of the person in front of him is far better than the previous Fan Baichuan, and it is even possible that he has surpassed the Yellow Realm, but is a more powerful peerless power!

"Great worship, save me!" Dongfang Jin roared struggling.

As soon as this statement came out, the purple-clothed man shot Hanxing, his body tensed, ready to go, and the atmosphere became tense, as if he was going to kill him in the next moment.

At this moment, Ye Nantian, who had been staying beside him like a "transparent man," suddenly took a few steps forward, glanced at the long sword on the waist of the man in purple, and asked:

"The body of the sword is dust-free, and the blade is dust-free! You are from the Tibetan Sword Villa? What does it have to do with Duan Tianxiao?"

After being told, the purple-clothed man raised his eyebrows, apparently a little surprised, and sternly said: "Audacious! Master is the owner of the Hidden Sword Villa, one of the top ten masters of the Sejong Sect. Who are you? The teacher is disrespectful, just call his name?"

Ye Nantian stood with his hand in his hand, and said in a calm tone: "Haha... Duan Tianxiao, it's just that my subordinates were defeated back then!"