"It's this person, it's him in the Fifth Mountain, killing many of my cultivators!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect scum, you dare to ......"

"Murder pays for life, this person dares to send it to the door, fellow Daoists, not killing him is not enough to avenge the dead monk!"

In the face of the accusations of hundreds of mouths around here, as pointed out by Qianfu, Ye Fan still stood in place, looking at Ouyang Wenjian from a distance.

There was no expression on his face, only a calm.

But this calm and indifference gradually calmed down the accusations of the hundreds of monks around them, and they looked at each other, feeling an indescribable sense of weakness and jealousy.

This murderer, why is he not afraid?

Thinking of the monks who died tragically on the Fifth Mountain, all of them died at the hands of this person, some of the monks showed timidity and couldn't help but shrink their heads back.

At the foot of Danfeng Mountain, from chaos to strange calm, before and after, two completely different performances, make the atmosphere of this place very strange.

"What are you still doing in a daze, let's kill him together!" At the back of the crowd, someone raised his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Kill, kill, kill ......" Several eager men snorted a few times, and when they saw that no one else made a move, they swallowed their saliva, and quickly retracted back into the crowd.

The torches lit up the nervous and fearful faces, although they were numerous and the camp was also very strong, but in the face of this person, they all showed their inner timidity and vacillation.

They are afraid, afraid of death, afraid of death!

In a strange and murderous atmosphere, Ye Fan finally spoke, his voice was still unusually calm, but there was a monstrous wave hidden under this calm!

"Who killed my brother Ouyang?!"

No one answered, only the crackling sound of the burning torches, and many people turned their heads to look at Ouyang Wenjian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, their eyes flickering and their expressions were complicated.

Whew-

A gale blew, and a man in black was suddenly choked by the throat, his feet lifted off the ground, and one arm was lifted into the air.

The crowd around him all dispersed at once, leaving a large open space for fear of getting into trouble.

"Is that you?"

"No, no, no, it's not me......" The early congenital man's head shook like a rattle, his hands and feet were weak, like a lamb to the slaughter, and he didn't even have the slightest idea or ability to resist.

Ye Fan threw him out and smashed it into the crowd, and the monks standing in that direction teleported one after another, dodging the space, all of them embarrassed.

Without waiting for this group of people to gain a firm foothold, Ye Fan pointed to Ouyang Wenjian and asked again: "I'll ask again, who did it?"

"It's me!" In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face came out of the crowd and said hatefully: "Lao Tzu avenges my brother, take some interest first, why ......not?"

Before the word "may" could be spoken, the mid-innate monk suddenly flickered in front of his eyes, and the sky-pounding sword light drowned out his angry gaze!

More than 20 flying swords formed a rain of swords in the sky, shining with various sharp colors, surging like a tide, and instantly under the hood!

This middle-aged man's heart was shocked, with his strength and family background, he couldn't stop the more than 20 flying swords at all, he immediately made a decision and chose to escape.

His figure had just produced a blur, and before he had completely teleported out of this space, there was a loud bang, and he was slapped away from the teleportation state with a palm!

The man's body smashed on top of a tent, rolled to the ground, and lay there vomiting blood, all his internal organs were slapped into dozens of pieces by this palm, and there was no arrogance in his eyes, only fear and despair.

Ye Fan's five fingers were closed, and the flying sword hovering in mid-air flew towards this person with a roar, and in an instant, the sword closed with his gesture, strangling with all his might!

Thousands of sword qi tore through the flesh and bones, and the tragic roar echoed at the foot of Danfeng Mountain, such a killing was even more cruel and terrifying than Ling Chi!

"If you destroy one of his teeth, I will scrape you a hundred pieces of meat! If you destroy his lips and tongue, I will destroy your dantian and facial features!"

This declaration made the onlookers chill, and it was really ruthless, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and cruel!

An old guy hiding in the crowd saw that the situation was not good, and secretly took back the golden bead that was suppressed on the top of Ouyang Wenjie's head, wanting to take the opportunity to escape from here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he withdrew the gold bead, he felt a pitch-black and terrifying pressure above his head smash his brain, and there was nowhere to hide, and the conditioned reflex propped up the protective body True Qi cover, trying to bear this overwhelming blow!

With two pops, the body protection Zhenqi cover was as brittle as two pieces of glass, shattered under the huge force of 100,000 catties, and exploded into a ball of blood and flesh!

"If you press him with this bead, I will use ten times or a hundred times my strength to make you pay for it!"

Grabbing the gold bead, Ye Fan pinched it with his two fingers, and with a bang, the magic weapon gold bead was broken into several petals, and then twisted into powder by his thumb and index finger, and slowly sprinkled down!

The old guy couldn't hear or see it, his head was gone, and these cruel words could only be left for others to listen to, and they shocked the crowd.

More than twenty flying swords flew up from the body of the middle-aged man, throwing off mottled blood stains in the sky, returning to Ye Fan's side one by one, gathering into a formation, levitating around him, all reflecting bloodthirsty brilliance!

After a short silence, another voice sounded in the crowd, and it was the Taoist man who spoke just now: "It is too much to deceive people! Such a murderer, the right path cannot be tolerated! What are you hesitating about? If you don't kill this person today, it will be difficult for you and me to get out!"

"Kill! fellow Daoists, if you don't kill him, he will kill you, this person has already fallen into the devil, no, it is even worse than the demon Dao!" someone shouted in response and sacrificed the flying sword!

The situation is unthinkable, more and more people are breaking the kettle and sinking the boat, ready to fight, one after another sword light flies into the air, all kinds of magic weapons come out, at the foot of Danfeng Mountain, shining with a strong murderous aura, sword aura, sword aura!

"Kill him!" "Kill him!"

This is the second time that they have shouted and shouted and killed, and unlike the last time, all of them have taken out their weapons and are going to fight with all their might! No matter how strong the enemy is, he will not be able to stop the group fight, and his voice will be mighty, and these hundreds of monks are already the same enemy, and they have put aside all scruples and fears.

"Hahaha......" Ye Fan suddenly raised his head and laughed, and the laughter spread all over the four fields, making the hearts of the monks present tremble, like rolling thunder in the depths of their minds, lingering, shaking their hearts!

"A group of rabble, bewitched by others, and we don't distinguish between friend and foe, it's really stupid! No matter what, you are also a waste of cultivation realm resources if you live, and it is better to die late than to die early!" Ye Fan turned his fingers into a sword, and the sword array around him was buzzing and trembling, and he urgently needed to drink blood again. The robe was agitated, and the strong murderous aura was surging out, standing in the encirclement, Ye Fan's body was dazzling and could not be looked at directly.

"Kill, kill this madman!"

A golden flying sword shot out, and then, ten or hundred flying swords came out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, the dark night sky was covered by Xiaoxiao's sword rain, and the colorful light illuminated the darkness, and one after another sword light, sword light, and treasure light swept in, and in an instant, Ye Fan fell into a catastrophe of annihilation!

Even if he has rich combat experience, a person will not escape death in the face of this overwhelming flying sword magic weapon bombardment, he is not an immortal, not a god, and he has not even broken through in the late congenital stage, among the many masters present, there are many people who are in the middle of the congenital stage with him, and it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists, not to mention that hundreds of people shot at the same time, and a large area of flying swords attacked, how could he parry?