In the eyes of others, the fat man was about to kill Ye Fan, because from his momentum and the cultivation he showed, he was even stronger.

When the fat man himself felt a huge crisis, he was secretly in his heart: "Why is my aura not under my control, is it because I have gone mad?"

The three edges of the magic sword, like cold ice encountering fire, the ice melted instantly, and the aura in the fat man's body also broke the embankment and flooded out of control, the fat man couldn't retract the sword that was stabbed, and the only way he thought of was to take the magic sword out of his hand to prevent the leakage of the aura in his body, but the magic sword was like sticking to his hand, and he couldn't let go.

"Die!ah~"

The fat man's eyes were red, and the sound of his shouting was as terrible as killing a pig, and the leaking aura was infused into the sound, and the sound could almost puncture the eardrums of the onlookers.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth only showed a slight indifferent smile, and he withdrew the restriction of the refining banner on the aura in the fat man's body, and the fat man also seemed to be crazy, waving his magic sword and beckoning to the onlookers.

Most of the aura in his body poured wildly, and his movements were like ordinary people who had no cultivation, plus the body of his magic sword was a blunt weapon, so he couldn't hurt people at all.

"Senior Brother Cheng?" The horse-faced young man didn't expect the change in front of him, he wanted to go over and grab the fat man, but the fat man didn't recognize his six relatives at this time, and even stabbed him with a magic sword, and he was knocked unconscious by a slap.

Bai He rushed out from behind Ye Fan and said in a loud voice: "Oh! win, you dead fat man, don't you want to use this girl as a refining ding, don't you want to chop me up and feed me to the dog, you are now a mad dog, biting people everywhere." ”

The horse-faced young man didn't know why the fat man suddenly lost his mind, and after checking the fat man's injuries, he knew that most of the aura in the fat man's body had dissipated, but the foundation was still intact, which showed that the aura was not forcibly dispersed by external forces.

"What are you talking about, dead girl?" the horse-faced young man threw the fainting girl on his shoulder to the ground, stood up straight, and looked at the young man and woman in front of him.

Because he has the strength in the middle and late stages of foundation building, the onlookers have long been far away, and only he, Ye Fan, and Bai He are left.

Bai He said disdainfully: "You didn't hear what I said, or are you deaf?"

The horse-faced young man showed a sneer on his face, and when he sacrificed his magic weapon, it was not a magic sword, but a magic weapon like dust, the dust was not an ordinary magic weapon at all, according to Ye Fan's judgment, it should be a low-grade treasure weapon that had been improved, so that the treasure could be used by people in the foundation building period.

This low-level treasure can allow young people to exert their strength in the middle stage of foundation building, which is not inferior to that of the late stage of foundation building. Originally, the treasures were all treasures, but their power had to be lost for the use of people in the middle of the foundation building, which shows that this young man has a great background.

The horse-faced young man said with a cruel smile on his face: "Today is the end of your life, I want to let the people of the entire Jialuo Domain know what will happen if you offend our Emperor Extreme Sect!"

Bai He said disdainfully: "You won't be like that fat man, let's go as dog food, right?"

The horse-faced young man's expression was a little distorted in his cruel smile: "I want to be dog food, I think it's beautiful, have you ever heard of people? I'm going to castrate this stinky boy, cut off your arms and legs, pull out your hair, pick out your eyeballs, cut off your nose, ears, and tongue, and then throw you like a to those wolf dogs, and use elixir to continue your life, so that you can't survive and die! Haha, maybe in a year, you can still give birth to a little wolf dog!"

Although Bai He had Ye Fan's support, he was still frightened, and even his voice trembled a little: "You demon, you haven't done this kind of bad thing before, right?"

The horse-faced young man didn't answer, took the dust, and walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

It was a confrontation without any obstacles, and he was also guarding against being attacked by Ye Fan, as long as he protected his body, even if Ye Fan had great ability, he would become a defeated subordinate who was trampled on by him and groaned in pain in a few seconds.

Ye Fan didn't support him, when he faced the fat man, he could hide his clumsiness, but in the face of this arrogant young man whose cultivation was similar to him and had the blessing of a low-grade treasure, he couldn't help but itch, and he wanted to try what level his cultivation belonged to in the Pangu Secret Realm.

"Whew!"

With a gust of wind, Ye Fan had an extra magic sword in his hand, although this magic sword emitted green light all over his body, but because the grade was very low, it looked very simple in front of the horse-faced young man's dust.

The horse-faced young man was stunned for a moment, but he immediately sneered, he saw that Ye Fan was just a very ordinary magic weapon in his hand, and it was no longer on the same level as his magic weapon at all, he sneered: "I have been hiding for so long, and I have finally revealed my original face and cultivation, but it is too late, even if you beg for mercy now, I will not show mercy! Let you see what is the strength of a sect cultivation disciple!"

As he spoke, he was also thinking proudly in his heart: "In addition to arresting you back and torturing you, I also want to kill all the people in this town, and when asked by my grandfather and the elders of the sect, I said that you killed living beings, and I will eliminate the harm for the people!

The horse-faced young man suddenly erupted from the initial composure and slowness, and every appearance he dusted could easily penetrate the defenses of ordinary foundation building stage cultivators, and with hundreds or thousands of faces at a time, he certainly thought that he had a chance to win.

And at first, as he expected, the kid on the other side didn't even have the strength to parry, and in the face of his swift attack, this person just retreated quickly.

"Want to run?"

The horse-faced young man's body shot out like a sharp arrow, and the dust whisk on his hand suddenly increased by more than a hundred times, and each thin whisk of dust became as thick as an arm, enveloping Ye Fan and Bai He in it from all directions.

"Run!"

The onlookers next to them felt bad and hurried to escape, but unfortunately because the road was blocked, the crowd trampled on each other, and in the end they were blocked by the dust of the horse-faced young man.

"You're going to end up like this dog man and woman!haha!"

"Boom ......"

Under the sweep of the dust, the houses on both sides of the street collapsed, and even the ground showed a crack, which was only the damage caused by the edge of the dust, and the main body of the dust wrapped Ye Fan and Bai He as a whole.

The horse-faced young man urged the dust whisk in his hand, and found that Ye Fan, who had no way out on all sides, was using the low-level magic sword in his hand to cut the dust and fluff, just like a trapped beast.

He sneered in his heart: "It won't be long before the aura in your body will be squeezed dry. At that time, you will just be two dog men and women who don't even have cultivation, and you will let me do whatever I want! These two girls, which one should I practice first?"

But he soon found that the low-level magic sword in Ye Fan's hand was not as weak as he imagined, every time Ye Fan swung the magic sword, it would cut off the dust of an area, and as the number of times Ye Fan swung the sword, his dust had been almost half of the power of Ye Fan's discharge.

"What's going on?" The horse-faced young man was a little arrogant, and seeing that the situation was not right, he hurriedly poured the aura of his whole body into the dust, wanting to use the dust to strike a fatal blow to Ye Fan, but at this time, Ye Fan had already completed a homeopathic slash, and with a sword, the dust turned into a fluttering velvet.