My Cold and Beautiful Wife

As this Ling Hanyu said, many people are particularly suspicious.

The timing of Ye Fan's appearance is indeed a bit weird.

Moreover, the emperor-level sword intention has never been seen before.

Even if Ye Fan showed his first hand, it released the breath of the imperial-level artistic conception, but after all, the cultivation was not high.

Not to mention the three must-dos, none of the ten deities is at this level of coercion.

"Hey", Ye Fan was a little impatient, and asked the wind-stopping side to wait: "That guy, is it your elder?"

"Elder Ling Hanyu is a member of the Presbyterian Church and the vice president of the branch," said Feng Yu with a smile.

"Can this thing still be the dean? The stupid who doesn't have a brain ..." Ye Fan sighed and shook his head.

Ling Hanyu's face turned red, and she was furious and rebuked, "Do you dare to insult me ​​?! Do you think this will clear the suspect !?"

Ye Fan chuckled.

"Clean up the suspect?"

Ye Fan smiled away, his eyes frosty.

"Even if I killed Yao, do I need to wash it?"

The whole audience was stunned and a little bit wrong.

"You ... what are you talking about?" Ling Hanyu showed confusion.

Triple breakup!

Jianyi disintegrates!

"Oh!-"

With Ye Fan's surge in repairs, the sword's prestige increased dramatically.

The sound of a dragon chanting sword rang through the clouds.

The black and gold sword is like a dragon rising from Hellscream!

With Ye Fan as the center, accompanied by surging tornado waves, howling in all directions!

The coercion that has just doubled the geometry just now is like a thunderstorm that hits everyone's heart!

Tens of thousands of clan members at the scene felt scalp numb, blood swelled, and meridians stretched!

Although Ye Fan did not carry out intensive cultivation, he has already seen the law of energy because of this.

Therefore, his cultivation is increasing day by day.

Unconsciously, the Sacred Heart has reached the Eucharist.

Although the body of the Eucharist is hardly negligible to Ye Fan.

However, the increase in comprehensive strength is real.

With each comprehensive improvement, the disintegration will continue to increase its combat power.

So much so that his threefold disintegration and one heavy sword disintegration have already broken Kaitian Jiuzhong!

The imperial sword was overwhelming and naturally became extra terrifying.

"what!--"

"My head is going to crack !!!-"

"puff--"

There were screams of screams and blood vomiting around!

Many clan monks were directly overwhelmed by this sword, and they were shocked to bleed!

One by one repaired to be weaker, directly fainting and coma, eyes turned white!

The closest Feng Yu, Bai Qu, even if there is a Kaitian Xiu, at this moment, they feel like needles!

As if being covered in blood by a person, pierced with a sword!

A group of people were scared and panicked, and immediately backed away for dozens of meters!

The worst is Zhuang Mengdie, the president of the teenage student association.

She was close, but she only had the Heavenly King, even if there was the blood of the dragon, it was not enough!

Zhuang Mengdie's big eyes almost burst into tears, her meridians were knotted and she was choking.

At a critical juncture, it was the side wind who wanted to use her repairs to drag her back, before she escaped!

But Rao was so. Zhuang Mengdie had a distorted expression and opened her mouth in horror.

So shocking! Too scary!

A person's swordsmanship is just coercion, so that makes the world change color! ?

"This ... is the sword god?"

Zhuang Mengdie murmured inside.

Over the city of Shenlong, it seems like the abyss demon is coming, not seeing the sun.

As soon as Ye Fan reached out and triple disintegrated, he strengthened the five-claw golden dragon dragon inflammation several times and turned it into a dragon claw.

One hand dragged Ling Hanyu, who had been frightened, to him.

Ling Hanyu was already frightened at this time, his face was like white paper.

"Why, do you think that the sword that I released is not strong and the revision is too low?"

"Don't see if you can afford the waste!"

"I'll ask you, even if I kill Yao, what can you do?"

Ye Fan grinned wickedly, his voice was cold and cold.

"I ... I ... I don't know the sword god! The sword **** lives!"

Ling Hanyu folded her hands directly and began to beg.

"If you can stick to your opinions and not be afraid of death, then I respect you as a man.

It turns out ... you are just a stupid coward who wants to highlight yourself but is reckless? "

Ye Fan looked disgusted. Such people were so dirty when killed.

With one hand, the sword intended to solidify into a black-gold fine sword.

"唰 唰 唰".

Three swords as fast as lightning.

Cut the tongue!

Dandantian!

Broken three legs!

Ling Hanyu couldn't even make a clear call for mercy, it had been repaired and it fell from a few hundred meters in the air.

Undead, but recovery is impossible for decades.

Tens of thousands of people at the scene split their livers and gallbladder.

"Who else, doubt my identity?"

Ye Fan glanced and asked slightly.

Tens of thousands, almost 90%, quickly lowered their heads.

Fear of being misunderstood by Ye Fan.

"The incumbent God of Dragon City is dying, and I would like to represent the people of the Dragon Dragon Clan! Welcome to the return of the sword god!"

Feng Yu quickly took the lead, bent over at ninety degrees, and shouted.

"Bai Qu, bring the teachers and students of the college, and welcome the senior swordsmen!"

All of a sudden, the tens of thousands of clan children in the audience hurried to greet them with loud voices.

Ye Fan then put away his sword and said, "I want to know all the information about the death of the blue dragon, and find a place."

"Sword Lord, please move."

The wind wanted to stop smiling, politely leading the way.

Shenlong City, the ancestor of the Shenlong family.

Solemn, magnificent hall.

Ye Fan was called to the throne, and hundreds of senior clans in Shenlong City were seated nervously.

Thousands of juniors had no place to sit, but they all blocked the inside and outside of the hall in order to look at the sword **** from a close distance.

Zhuang Mengdie and a group of students, where can I still go to class?

They returned to their ancestors and looked at Ye Fan, exposing worship, curiosity, and admiration.

Ye Fan drank a lingering tea made from the best lingering herbs and said, "Say, don't miss the details."

"Yes!"

The wind was about to stop, and then he was careful and told what happened yesterday.

In fact, things are not complicated.

Yesterday, Yao Zhonggu was supposed to go to the Tianzi class of Kyushu College as usual to teach the lessons for the top clan students.

However, Yao Zhonggu was not seen for more than an hour.

This is the only person in the clan who sent inquiries to Yao Zhonggu's residence.

As a result, it was discovered that Yao Zhonggu had died tragically in the house, and the death was extremely tragic, and the Dragon Soul had already dispersed.

"This matter is indeed the shame of our **** Dragon Clan and the entire clan. Many people are still unknown.

Both the Ten Olds and the Alliance Presbyterian Church have begun investigations, but no conclusion has been reached. "

"That Yao Zhonggu, what strength?" Ye Fan asked.

"Qinglong Dacheng ..."

"Ah?" Ye Fan frowned, a little disappointed and said, "So weak?"

"Uh……"

Furious and thousands of people present, again sluggish.

Qinglong Dacheng? Weak?

This is the whole plane, one of the few blue dragons, one of the ten oldest clan!

Plane level, also called weak?

In other words, the people at the scene of the Dragon Dragon must be angry and think that they look down on them.

However, Ye Fan is special.

If you think about it, people are indeed qualified to say so!

The emperor-level swordsmen who can continue to fight with the two demon kings, naturally cannot see the blue dragon of this level.

Sword God, worthy of the sword God!

With just a few words, the self-confidence of the world is revealed, and the words are astonishing!

Thousands of eyes were full of admiration.

Some swordsmen can't wait to kneel directly. This is the ultimate idol of the swordsman!

Zhuang Mengdie and a group of clan girls, many of them are star-studded and fascinated ...