Ungodly Evil Spirit

Ye Fan was negligent and didn't expect Murong Fu's martial arts power to increase so much. The instant ten times the intensity really made him fall into a dilemma.

"Scarlet inch!"

Ye Fan didn't get confused because of this. At this moment, thousands of sword soldiers had already enveloped him and cut his way. Then Ye Fan opened up one by himself in order to seek survival.

"boom!"

Ye Fan has never used the **** inch under the 1,500 drops of essence and blood. At this moment, he was excited, and the blood column rushed out, blasting out the blood hole from the group of thousands of swords shrouded in front of him. .

Nearly hundreds of jasper swords disappeared under the blow of the **** inch.

"what!"

The domineering power of the blood-colored inch of light completely surpassed Murong Fu's expectation. He never thought that there was actually a more domineering martial art in this world than the law of ten thousand swords.

Fortunately, in the state of You Long Qianjian, he is not afraid of the **** inch. If Ye Fan used this trick earlier, he might have lost his life under this trick.

"Fist against the world!"

Through the blood hole hit by the **** inch of light, Ye Fan's back bones spread out, and he escaped from the danger at the fastest speed. A golden light giant fist was already on top of his head, and he smashed towards Murong Fu in the distance.

"Huanshi Shenquan! You are actually the Ye family!"

The appearance of the Quan Yu world surprised Murong Fu, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Wait, stop!"

Murong Fu's face was full of hesitation and complicated meaning, and Qian Jian was also taken back by him in an instant, turning it into a real jasper.

"You seem to have something to say?"

Seeing that Murong Fu took the initiative to withdraw the attack, Ye Fan also stopped his actions in a timely manner, but the fist above his head did not disperse from the world.

The Law of Ten Thousand Swords was terrifying, and Ye Fan would no longer give Murong Fu a chance to use it.

"Ye Fan, since you belong to the Ye family, you should have heard of my Murong family. Don't want to flood the Dragon King Temple, my sister, but you are about to marry into your family!"

"You said it was Murong's!"

Ye Fan's heart slammed for a moment, and he understood a lot in an instant.

He had guessed about this before, but there were more people with the same last name, and he didn't believe it would be such a coincidence.

"Yes, it is her. My Murong ancient tribe and your Ye family ancient tribe have already married, and we are friends!"

Seeing that Ye Fan was so powerful, Murong Fuben wanted to win him in. Seeing that he was "his own" at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little bit happy.

"The Ye Family is an ancient clan!"

Ye Fan was taken aback again, he hadn't thought of this at all, and Ye Batian hadn't mentioned it before.

The only thing Ye Batian said was that the imperial city Ye Family was very ambitious, but took the wrong path. At this moment, some conspiracy and tricks, including the life experience of the Murong clan, were all clear.

The Ye family wants to cooperate with the Murong family and has achieved their huge ambitions.

"The Ye Family's magical fist has been born, and the situation in the mainland is about to change. At this moment, you go to the side. I don't have to worry about the previous things!"

When Murong Fu saw Ye Fan's thoughts, he immediately ordered.

"Haha, I am indeed the Ye family, but you are mistaken for one thing. The Ye family you contacted is not the real Ye family ancient family, and there is no magical fist. We... are still enemies. !"

Ye Fan finally reacted with only a sneer on his face.

Of the four ancient tribes, the one that fell was the Ye family. As for the reason for the decline, Ye Fan didn't want to think about it at this moment. The separation from each other and the withering of ancestors and heirs must be a major reason.

"I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Looking at Ye Fan’s attitude, Murong Fu looked blank. He was from the Cangde Dynasty. It was only his sister who was in charge of contacting the Ye Family. He didn’t know about the specific status of the Ye Family and the Xuantian Dynasty. a lot of.

"If you don't understand, it won't be depressed!"

Ye Fan faintly responded, and the golden light giant fist above his head fell down towards Murong Fu in the next moment.

"you……"

Murongfu only felt that he had a big oolong this time, and the Ye family in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined.

"boom!"

Murong Fu simply didn't have time to use the method of ten thousand swords, and was directly smashed by the magic fist.

"boom!"

A sense of powerlessness spread to his heart, causing Murong Fu to directly kneel to the ground, making a muffled noise.

At the moment when he was kneeling, Murong Fu's eyes were filled with surprise.

The legendary magic fist is the most domineering and mysterious among the four ancient clans.

At this moment, he was able to appreciate the overbearing power, and the spiritual influence of the boxing world could not be resisted.

"What do you want to do? This is the imperial city of my Cangde Dynasty, you dare not kill me!"

Although Murong Fu couldn't mobilize his strength, his tone was the same as before, but this time he was anxious for the first time.

"I really won't kill you. If I wanted you to die, you would have fallen to the ground!"

Ye Fan approached the Murong clan step by step, he hadn't used the soul-killing sword technique in the Wild Ancient Sword Art.

The hegemony of this swordsmanship is more than that of fist in the world, and it will definitely take Murong Fu's life.

"Then what do you want to do? What happened to the Ye family?"

Murong Fu was still a little entangled with the previous Oolong in his heart, otherwise he would not have been hit by the Magic Fist so easily.

"brush!"

Ye Fan did not respond, but directly held Murong Fu's neck and lifted it up.

"Murong Sanjie, if you don't want to watch this person die, just stop it!"

Ye Fan screamed into the air, and directly broke through the many torrents of power above.

"Boom!"

In a loud noise, the six elders who had fought together finally dispersed and stopped the fight.

"Boy, do you know the fate of fighting against my Murong ancient clan?"

Although Murong Fu's life was controlled by Ye Fan, Murong Sanjie appeared to be very calm, just questioning it with majesty.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know, today you set up tricks to kill Shixianzhuang, I can't just ignore it!"

Ye Fan replied calmly.

"What are you? To take care of this matter today is enough for me to wait and punish your Nine Clan!"

After hearing this, an old man finally showed a trace of anger in his heart, and said coldly.

"Zhu Jiu Clan? I am a member of the Xuantian dynasty, and I am also a member of the Ye family. If your Cangde dynasty is capable, please feel welcome!"

Ye Fan said indifferently.

These elders are too arrogant and think they are superior, but Ye Fan is not afraid of them in terms of identity.

Being in two dynasties, the two parties are in a hostile relationship. At this moment, the vital Murong Fu is in Ye Fan's hands, and it doesn't matter if he reveals his identity.

Moreover, the exposure of identity can increase the fear of the Murong family.

"Man of the royal family, of the ancient family, who are you?"

Sure enough, Murong Sanjie's expressions sank when he heard it, only that the young man in front of him had gradually become mysterious.

The mysterious identity made them afraid to disturb Ye Fan.