My Cold and Beautiful Wife

The End of the Rain Conference?

Ye Fan’s heart sinks, his face is especially difficult to look...

This leaf Xuanguang, this is to borrow such a conference, directly gather the strongest of the wild!

Once all the strong people have come over, their obsidian army can wipe out the cultivators of the wilderness!

Countless powerful souls will turn into their psionic bullets!

Not only can we recruit a new group of members, but we can easily wait to harvest a large number of souls...

The key is that Ye Fan has no way to stop other monks from attending the Doomsday Conference.

The news that the flood is about to be destroyed will be spread out, and all parties must be eager to seek a way out.

Even if you want to discuss the plan, or find out, those strong people will probably gather in the Imperial City.

"The Sword God, the matter of the Doomsday Conference, has been sent out by our Obsidian Legion.

They are all members who are best at high-speed mobile and transmit spells. The speed at which they send letters is absolutely extremely efficient.

Presumably, within a month, all the floods will know that the world is about to be destroyed.

In other words, in the next three months, if you can attend the conference, you will arrive at the Dazheng Imperial City.

If you still dream of defeating the Emperor Xuanlong, then there will be only three months of cultivation time left.

In my opinion, there are only two ways in front of you...

Practice for three months, then challenge the Xuanlong Emperor, for your stupidity, die at the Doomsday Conference.

Either... smarter, recognize the reality, and work for the Xuanlong Emperor..." The foggy night screamed and laughed.

Ye Fan stood silently on the white jade platform and fell into a thought.

Seeing that he has not responded, the smoke of the fog night tastes: "How do you want to understand? In fact, why do you want to be stubborn, civilization is destroyed, this is the law of nature, what to do with you?

What we do under the Emperor Xuanlong Huang seems to be cruel, but in reality it is great kindness, you should be able to understand."

Ye Fan sighed and looked up. He said with no expression: "I don't want to argue with you what is right or wrong, righteousness, good and evil.

It is difficult to judge these concepts in the void and in the plane.

Although I don't know how to save the world that is about to be destroyed.

But for a few people, I will continue to go to the plundering of various civilizations and deliberately create killings. I cannot agree.

I never thought of being a hero, nor did I think of being a savior. I Ye Ye’s life, but I have no reason to ask.

So... one thing I have to do now is not to think about the **** doomsday meeting, nor how to stop Ye Xuanguang, but to stop the war of the demon kingdom and the big levy! ”

Ye Fan said, the moment triple disintegration, while the sword and the blood of the blood burst out together, opening a sword to disintegrate!

A golden flame rags and illuminates the entire court!

The swaying swords and the pressure of the sword, let the lake roll up the storm!

In a pair of leaves of Ye Fan, Jin Yan was burning and looked at the foggy night.

"Now order, let the demon army retreat."

The foggy night smoke waves and a group of chaotic warriors all look alert.

Around seven or eight chaotic circumstances, all released a chaotic pressure, the strength is in the triple to the five-fold appearance.

The foggy night smog squinted and swayed: "All are retreating, you are not his opponent, there is no need to die in vain."

When a group of chaotic scenes were heard, it was no nonsense. It immediately flew back to the palace a few hundred meters away and watched.

"The lord of the sword, the demon **** country has left for half a year, and will be swallowed up by the chaotic void.

If you are a kind-hearted person, and have the heart to let countless creatures in the demon kingdom, is it so chaotic? ”

"Even if that is the case, it is not the way to kill the war by means of war killing," Ye Fandao.

The foggy night smoke sighed. "This war is the command of the Emperor Xuanlong, and I can't stop it."

"Yes... then I can only force it to stop!"

Ye Fan is too lazy to talk nonsense. If you want to stop more casualties, you can only kill the demon god, so that the demon gods can be chaotic.

In the hand, a three-footed green front appeared in the hand. The aura of the sword exudes, and it is very solid, and there are a lot of ice crystals in it. At first glance, it is a peerless soldier!

"The best spirit of refining the gods eight times?!"

The foggy night smoke is also a person who knows the goods, and suddenly a trace of horror.

Ye Fan will be upgraded to win the sky, and the sword and spirit will also make great progress, and there will be some improvement in the realm of the sword.

The flying sword provided by the sword **** ring has also gradually climbed to the peak level of the spirit level.

Ye Fan now takes a sword out of his own hands, and is the best refining **** seven times.

Even there will be some higher-quality flying swords that seem to have transcended the spiritual category.

However, Ye Fan knows that flying swords are good, but also how to use them.

The long sword in his hand exudes a dazzling golden glare, blending with the blue cold light of the sword, which is particularly dazzling!

"breaking Dawn!"

Ye Fan intends to attack, hitting Qingqiu to pay attention to a "fast" word!

You must preempt yourself, and wait for him to spread his speed, kill him!

Ye Fan's figure turned into a long rainbow, and the straight sword mans crossed the side of the foggy night!

The electric light stone fire, the misty night smoke wave mouth corners with a strange smile...

Just when Ye Fan condensed his sword, in the world of foggy night smoke, he and the surroundings have already produced a time difference!

When Ye Fan made a move, everything he did, in the foggy night, seemed to have entered slow motion!

Although the speed is still very fast, it seems that the moment has come to him.

But the master has a trick, a few milliseconds is enough to decide everything!

In the foggy night, the smoke wave is a sideways body. First, it flashes away the blade of Ye Fan. Then the **** are used as a knife. The power of chaotic cyan is like a blade, and six blood marks are drawn in the throat of Ye Fan!

Ye Fan's eyes are round and round, and a sword passes by and is perfectly escaped by the other party!

At the same time, my throat blood burst out and directly cut off!

"Oh!"

Ye Fan's throat is deflated, bloody, so good for the five-jawed golden dragon blood and triple disintegration and use, recovery is extremely fast, and quickly repaired the throat!

"Oh? I used the dragon blood armor to protect myself in advance, thinking that I can cut your head directly?"

The foggy night smoke appeared on a high palace lantern, floating out of the dust, joking and laughing.

A chaotic nine-fold cyan force of chaos, lingering on the foggy night smoke, let his figure overlap, silky, dreamlike.

It’s a double realm of shadow dance, time flies!

Ye Fan's face was dignified, and the chaotic nine-fold double-level Qingqiu bloodline was really powerful.

He must be quick and quick, and beware of him pulling the distance, otherwise he will run hard, he may not be able to catch up.

The sailor stretched out and more than a hundred of the flying swords were summoned.

"Frozen frost!"

Ye Fan once again displayed the ultra-high-speed Yu Jianshu, and more than a hundred turned the flying sword into a ray of lightning, and madly tracked, refracted, and shuttled toward the foggy night, and attacked without a dead end!

The foggy night smoked slightly frowning, and it seemed that the speed of these flying swords was amazing.

His figure turned into a blue shadow, and it flashed in the dazzling flying sword!

There are countless afterimages, as if the sky is occupied.

The foggy night smoke wave tries to get rid of the death of this "cold frost", but wherever he goes, Feijian tracks where.

"Lord of the Sword God... Your swordsmanship can really make you look down!"

The sound of the smoke of the foggy night, fluttering, came from all directions.

Because of his figure, it does appear in all directions in an instant.

Ye Fan is full of God's alert. At this time, he does not dare to continue his moves, and to disrupt the frosty sky, so he would rather kill his opponent.

The foggy night smoke is obviously not going to sit still, suddenly calling out one of his own weapons - actually an ice blue long 绫?

When the silk sees the wind, it will rise, and the blink of an eye will turn into tens of meters long, and it will bring an ice-blue snake-like trajectory in the sky.

The flying swords of these peerless soldiers of Ye Fan, although they can tear through the silk, are gradually entangled by these silks!