My Cold and Beautiful Wife

The dust settled, but no one was injured.

Everyone looked back and saw that it turned out that Ye Fan raised his hand and directly wrapped Wu Miaozhen's soul with a primal force! The explosion of the heaven-removing spirit body was forcibly contained within that small ball! Everyone on the scene sucked in a cold breath-what is this defying cultivation base?

! Bai Qianluo was startled in a cold sweat, and looked back at Ye Fan gratefully.

If it weren't for this man, she really didn't know what to do.

Unfortunately, she failed to avenge her birth mother... "Ye... Ye Guhan! Don't be proud of you!"

"Are you afraid you don't know yet, my ancestor of the Jiang family has already gone to Hanxiang Pavilion?"

Jiang Haojun said loudly at this time: "If you dare to hurt me, everyone in the Hanxiang Pavilion will be buried with me!"

"The ancestor of Tianmen went to Hanxiang Pavilion?"

"Haha, it's just time to draw a salary from the bottom!"

"The remnants of the Ye family in Hanxiang Pavilion can actually be cleaned up by going to Kaitian anytime!"

The people of the Yuling faction all showed peace of mind.

Huang Zhongyue stood up from the pit at this time.

After all, it was in the realm of the gods, and the recovery was relatively fast.

"Jiang Tianmen?

Could it be the'first swordsman' from Duimen? "

"Yes! It seems that the ancestor Zhongyue has also heard of it?"

"I have indeed heard that his sword-drawing skills are magical. I didn't expect you to invite him back!"

"Hehe, in this pioneering battle, the ancestor of Tianmen was ordered to organize it, which is a logical matter!"

Jiang Haojun is proud.

"Ye Guhan! You may not know that the strength of the ancestor of Tianmen is higher than that of ancestor Huang Zhongyue!"

"In Huanshahe, no one has ever been able to take over our Tianmen ancestors!"

Although Jiang Chengfeng's wound is still healing, he is not panicked.

"Your eldest sister Ye Yuting may be crying now waiting for you to save them!"

While talking, a pair of men and women came outside.

"Bing Yu Bingxi?

Why are you here? "

Bai Qianluo looked surprised.

"Qingyuan..." "Let's..." "Send things."

Before everyone knew what was going on, a black ball appeared.

"God?

Are these two people through the gods?

! "

Huang Zhongyue was shocked, how come there are so many psychics in this small place downstream?

In the black ball, an embarrassed figure rolled out.

"Ah! Where!?

where am I! ? "

Jiang Tianmen kept moving with his feet upside down, thinking that he was still falling.

After the reaction came, I realized that many people around me were looking at him with weird eyes.

"Ancestor Tianmen!?"

A group of Yuling faction is about to collapse! This old tortoise with four feet up to the sky, isn't it the ancestor of the Tianmen they were still preaching just now! ?

Why did he just say that he was great, and his face was swollen after this appearance?

! "You... what's the matter with you?

Didn't you go to Hanxiang Pavilion?

! "

The faces of Jiang Haojun and others changed suddenly.

The ancestor of Tianmen swept away his spiritual knowledge and found himself in the sword pavilion.

Quickly stood up and said calmly: "I was accidentally calculated by the villain!"

"Sure enough, this kid's style has hidden his helper?"

Huang Zhongyue expressed his understanding.

Ye Fan turned around and asked the twins, "Did you arrest him?"

"Yes".

"Just him?"

"Other..." "They are all dead."

The scene was strangely quiet.

Although the words are very brief, everyone already understands that it was the master of the Yuling School led by Jiang Tianmen, and the whole army was wiped out! Jiang Tianmen shook his body and looked intently at Ye Fan.

"Are you Ye Guhan?"

Ye Fan didn't speak.

"Good boy, although I don't know, where did you find so many helpers, but I, Jiang Tianmen, was sent to organize this pioneering battle!"

"If you don't want to be an enemy of Duimen, you'd better put away your arrogance!"

"This time it's just that I was accidentally caught in the trap, and there was a dragon and a tiger in the door. It's not something you mob can resist!"

Huang Zhongyue also came with confidence.

"Not bad! Are you strong personally, stronger than eight?

We are all here to do things for Bamen, what are you guys? "

"If you want to survive, take your people quickly and surrender to me, we can still find a job for you."

"If it is so rampant, we will report to the Eight Schools. You want to rebel! Destroy the order of Hongmeng!!"

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing: "With your strength, the Eight Sects really take you seriously?

I killed you. I guess Bamen would be more willing to recruit me, right? "

Jiang Tianmen and Huang Zhongyue's faces were blue, and they suddenly panicked.

"Tianmen ancestor, this person will not let us go, he is a mad dog!!"

Jiang Chengfeng said angrily.

Jiang Tianmen squinted his eyes, and after a moment of thought, he confirmed that Ye Fan and Bing Yu Bingxi were the only ones here.

In terms of quantity, there is not much disadvantage, not to mention that he already knows the magical skills of the twins and can guard against it.

"Just now, my ancestor was only caught in a trap before being calculated by those two."

"Ye Guhan, if you have the courage, you can stand upright with your ancestors!"

"If you lose, my ancestor is at your disposal! Never report to the redemption door!"

He is very confident in his own right.

As long as there is a head-on fight, no one can stop him! As soon as Ye Fan "takes the bait" and wins with a single blow, the previous humiliation is thoroughly washed away! Everyone was looking forward to it. After all, Jiang Tianmen's sword-drawing technique was notoriously unstoppable! "Nothing".

Ye Fan refused without hesitation.

"Hehe, why, are you afraid now?"

Ye Fan shook his head, "You can't even beat my people, you don't deserve to be singled out with me."

"You..." Jiang Tianmen's face flushed, for thousands of years, no one dared to humiliate him so much! "Ye Guhan...you kid really has the ability to make people angry."

"In that case, that old ancestor will reward you with a knife..." "My'Juhe' has a total of three knives, and 90% of my opponents are worthy of my first cut."

"If I encounter a master of the same level, I will make a second cut."

"Two thousand years ago, the ancestor made a third cut and won the battle against a senior whose cultivation level was higher than mine."

"Two thousand years... My ancestor made an exception for you and gave you the third cut!!"

Jiang Tianmen was calm, his whole person was like a wild beast about to break out of its cage! The whole body's cultivation has been concentrated on the hands and the sword! When he put one hand on the white knife handle, a sharp knife intent had already caused the various weapons of the main peak to hum! "Ihe, Desolate!"

At the moment when the sword was drawn, the sky was dark on the entire main peak! In the hall, it was pitch black! Everyone even briefly thought they were blind! In the darkness, there was only a gust of wind, bursting suddenly! Everyone felt palpitations, and death was so near! The sky shines and the darkness fades.

Everyone swallowed their throats and looked at Ye Fan... suddenly! Everyone seems to be frozen! Eyeballs are going to fall out! Ye Fan stood in place, raising two index and middle fingers with one hand.

That long silver knife, the blade was cut tightly on the two fingers, but it was like a kitchen knife that had touched an iron plate, and it could no longer be inserted half way! ?

The seemingly devastating knife was actually blocked by two fingers, such an understatement! ?

Not to mention the people of Yuling Sect and Jiange, even Bai Qianluo couldn't help covering his small mouth with one hand, surprised.

Although Bai Qianluo couldn't understand how Ye Fan did it, she felt that... it seemed that this man was much stronger than when he was in the last battle with Duan Feng! How did he cultivate! ?

"Your sword is more than fast, and its power is just on the surface."

"I will practice like this, I should not have encountered any real masters."

Ye Fan said, a middle finger, "clang" the sound of the knife! A short burst of external release disintegrated and ejected from the fingers! I saw that the silver blade was directly broken into a crack, and then the entire blade was broken and shattered! Jiang Tianmen shook his hand and couldn't hold the knife at all, and the handle of the knife fell off with a "puff".

His legs were weak, and he threw his **** down on the ground, his face gray.