In the face of everyone's anger, Ye Fan stretched out his arms at the same time, took all the flying swords back into his pocket, and then flew out of the storage bracelet with two flying swords!

"Who will claim these two handles?"

These two flying swords, one is in the shape of a six-edged thorn, the shape is ancient, barbaric, and the whole body is ink-colored, and the other is similar in style, but the color is different, it is a shiny silver-white.

The monks present opened their eyes wide and wanted to take a closer look and recognize the origin of this thing, but after looking at it for a long time, no one could recognize it.

"Hmph, these two swords are from the Wang family! One is owned by Wang Jianxing, and the other belongs to Wang Jinqi, these two people have been killed by my own hands!" Ye Fan personally told the origin of these two swords.

"Ah, the Wang family, you dare to kill the two proud sons of the Wang family!"

"Heartbreaking, really heartbreaking!"

Exclamations came and went, the two sons of the Wang family almost everyone knew that as the head of the four major families, who would dare to provoke ordinary people? But this person actually killed two Tianjiao in a row!

Ye Fan pursed his lips disdainfully, and sneered: "What about the Wang family, what should I do? Du Mou still has the life of Li Zhanpeng of the Li family!"

"What......?

"Crazy, this person is crazy!"

"I don't have to wait for my hands, the Wang family and the Li family can also break his body into thousands of pieces, crush his bones and scatter ashes!"

Only a madman can do this kind of thing by provoking the two major families at the same time and killing their proud sons! A madman who does not play his cards according to common sense, may have already broken the jar and broken, and is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, what good can he get from opposing this kind of person?

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth pulled out a touch of disdain, swept over these monks with cowering faces and panicked expressions, and said coldly: "Wang Jinqi, Wang Jianxing, Li Zhanpeng, there is more than innocent death, if Tang Yuntian of the Tang family does not escape quickly, he will be killed by me in Danfeng Mountain!

"You...... You are simply ashamed to say that the four major families will not let you go as a madman!" the old man with a voice like a file cursed in a dark voice.

"Haha! Let me go? They should think about themselves first! The monks who died in the fifth mountain of Danfeng will not let go of the Wang, Li, and Tang families if they are ghosts!" Ye Fan put away all the flying swords, put one hand behind his back, and pointed at the monks of various sects and sects in front of him, "You have a pair of spiritual roots in vain, you can't see good and evil when you open your eyes, you can't distinguish between friend and foe, and you are used by villains, even if you die here, you are not wronged!"

was poked in the nose and insulted, but the hundreds of monks in front of them were silent, the silent scene seemed a little weird, but their eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance. Why did this person kill the three clans Tianjiao? Could it really be to avenge his brother? If he had no problem with his brain, it must be because there was a reason why he dared to take the risk of attacking the three major families!

"Don't listen to his nonsense, fellow Daoists, I saw him kill people and flee in the Sixth Mountain with my own eyes!" The man named Ma Jiashan suddenly stood up and accused him with righteous words: "The sons of the three major families and all the fellow Daoists who died in the Fifth Mountain were killed by this person!"

This sounds like evidence, but everyone's minds have been shaken, and they no longer blindly respond, and many people have begun to think deeply, and they always feel that there is a lot of truth in this matter!

Tonight's question about the real murderer is full of twists and turns, and it is confusing, and a smart person like Jing Miao Shitai has gradually seen the truth and began to lean towards Ye Fan's side. They don't say anything, but they have a plan in their hearts.

"Your name is Ma Jiashan?" Ye Fan pointed to the knife-wielding man and asked seemingly casually.

"That's right, my Sword Sect disciple Ma Jiashan!" Dahan patted his chest, and deliberately lit up the silver ring knife in his hand, showing a little pride.

The name of the Sword Sect, of course, has the qualifications to show off, although he can't even rank a fart in the Sword Sect.

"Sword Sect ......" Ye Fan repeated slightly, his voice suddenly changed, and he became resolute and cold: "Within a year, I will destroy the Sword Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar! This person is really crazy, what a huge sect the Sword Sect is, how can it be said that it can be destroyed if it is destroyed?

"You...... You are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue......" Ma Jiashan waved his knife and pointed at Ye Fan angrily, "You will die under the knife tonight!"

"I can't die, you can't see it! But how you die, you can cash it out now!" Ye Fan's cold voice landed, moved instantly, and appeared behind Ma Jiashan with a sharp step between his five fingers, and with a click, he took off Ma Jiashan's head alive!

This action is as clean and simple as picking vegetables, and many people's eyes have not moved their eyes, and Majiashan has been reduced to a headless corpse.

Grabbing Ma Jiashan's head, Ye Fan simultaneously cast the Great Method of Soul Dementoring, searching for the remnants of his memories in the sea of divine consciousness, and immediately captured the information he wanted.

This Majiashan is really instructed by someone!

In addition to him, there is another person who is also suspicious, serving as a-stirring stick in this place, demagoguery.

When Ye Fan set his eyes on the old man with a hoarse voice, the other party shrank his neck like an electric shock, trying to hide in the crowd.

"Say, who instructed you to set up the blame!" Ye Fan threw away Ma Jiashan's head, stepped out, and approached the old man.

"I don't know, I don't know......" The old man sifted through chaff and retreated again and again.

"I don't know, then I'll tell you!" Ye Fan waved his hand and shouted: "You were appointed by Wang Sheng, the ancestor of the Wang family, to confuse the public with Ma Jiashan, slander Du Mou for killing people and transgressing goods, and mutilating my brother Ouyang Wenjian to this point, your crime is unforgivable!"

"I ...... I'm ......" The old man sweated like rain, his face was so white that there was no blood, and he was said to be a ghost fetus in the center, and he had no master of the six gods, and he didn't know how to end it.

"You don't owe me anything, but you owe him!" Ye Fan's palm burst out with a cluster of sword rays, which poked directly into the old man's mouth, and the sword qi shattered his mouth full of teeth and tongue, piercing the back of his head!

The early stage of the innate old fellow's eyes widened and fell straight back. Killing two people in a row again shocked all the monks around, but this time, many people finally figured out the truth!

"What the hell is going on? The murderer is really not him?" There are still stupid people whose heads can't turn around, and I don't know whether to believe Ye Fan or not.

"Alas, it's wrong, it's all wrong! The one who killed our fellow relatives and friends was the proud son of the Wang, Li, and Tang clans, and this person was also a victim!"

"Yes, if it weren't for this person, I'm afraid you and I would have no way to take revenge! Who would dare to attack the three major families?"

"So, thanks to him?"

"Nonsense, people fought against the three clans with the strength of one person, and were mistaken as enemies by us, but they didn't kill on a large scale, do you want to thank others for not killing?"

The situation quickly shifted from saber-rattling to relaxation, and everyone nodded frequently in the discussion, put away the sword magic weapon, and cast a look of admiration and debt at Ye Fan.

But he turned a deaf ear to all this, his figure flickered, teleported in front of Ouyang Wenjian, smashed the forbidden magic circle with one palm, ripped off the iron chains on his body, and helped the suffering Ouyang brother up.

"Let's get out of here first. With one arm on Ouyang Wenjian, Ye Fan helped him and walked slowly towards the periphery of the crowd.

Two bean-sized tears rolled down Ouyang Wenjie's eyes, and although he couldn't speak, his whole body trembled slightly with excitement.

The monks watched them leave, wanting to say something, but one by one they opened their mouths and could not utter half a word.

Uhh

A phoenix roared in the dark night, breaking the silence at the foot of the mountain again, and hearing the familiar cry of Qingluan, Ye Fan's eyes were suddenly startled!

His grandmother, Qingluan Fairy shouldn't be chasing and killing, right?

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Well, drive out the third watch.