A large teapot, a breeze sword. The sword is unsheathed, and the head falls. This ballad was once circulated in the ancient martial arts sect!

It is rumored that the Qingfeng Chilian Sword of the big teapot has reached the realm of transformation, and a rise and fall can stab out ninety-nine eighty-one swords, which is unavoidable, and I don't know how many famous ancient martial arts masters have become the souls of his swords!

"Master, do you really want to make a move?" asked Siddihua excitedly.

The big teapot hasn't been shot for more than ten years, and this time it's obviously a killing move. Sidrevard, of course, knew about the big teapot

"The three of you are my life's work, the two of them have been completely cultivated, and there is no heir to Zhengyangmen. If I can't avenge them, what's the point of my life?" the big teapot laughed miserably, and slowly stepped forward step by step.

Ye Fan saw him coming step by step, and the true qi on his body became more and more abundant, and he was fully guarded!

Swish!

A soft sword suddenly appeared in the hand of the big teapot, and he gently and slowly removed the scabbard, a red soft sword like a red snake, trembling and shaking, exposed in front of everyone.

"Qingfeng Red Sword! On the Ancient Martial Arts Sect Weapon Spectrum, the ninth ranked peerless sword!" Xiao Bo couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking of the proud achievements of the big teapot, he couldn't help but worry Ye Fan even more, and asked: "His swordsmanship is known for being light and fast, coupled with his Xuan-rank Ancient Martial Sect True Qi cultivation, Ye Fan, you have to be careful!"

"It's red, it's like a woman's used sanitary napkin, is it very powerful? I look at it, it's scrap copper and rotten iron!" Ye Fan smiled slightly, and his words were extremely mean.

In Ye Fan's opinion, the big teapot is no matter how high the cultivation is, but it is used by bandits, and the mental skills are already not right, the so-called evil is not better than the good, how high can he be cultivated?

"......" Xiao Bo was speechless for a while, Qingfeng Chilian's soft sword, which was famous in the ancient martial arts sect, turned out to be a scrap copper and rotten iron sanitary napkin in Ye Fan's mouth.

Perhaps, this is the audacity of the artist.

Although he heard Ye Fan's mean sarcasm, the big teapot was not angry at all, he was engrossed in the sword in his hand, his eyes were as calm as water, he stroked the sword body and said: "Chi Lian, Chi Lian, you haven't drunk blood for a long time, now, are you very lonely? Don't scream, don't scream......

"Neurotic! This guy is crazy?" Ye Fan has never seen anyone talking to the sword, even in the cultivation realm, those great masters of refining weapons also regard the magic weapons in their hands as dead things, looking at his affectionate appearance, he doesn't know, he still thinks that the sword is his lover!

However, then, a scene that shocked Ye Fan appeared, only to see that the Qingfeng Chilian Sword couldn't help trembling, becoming more and more intense, and it actually let out a piercing sharp sound.

It's kind of interesting.

Ye Fan's expression also became solemn. It seems that this old boy knows a little bit about refining magic weapons, and this soft sword has been connected with him after the blood sacrifice.

Swish!

With a wave of the sword in the big teapot, countless red rays suddenly lit up in the dark night, dazzling and dazzling, and bursts of compelling scorching hot breath came to the face.

As if struck by the true qi emanating from his body, the chandelier under the eaves of the bar shook violently.

What a strong real gas!

Everyone present, including Xiao Bo, could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the soft sword and the owner of the soft sword, and they were terrified.

Those members of the Tiger Hall dodged one after another, huddled behind cars and flower beds, so as not to injure themselves by mistake in the big teapot.

The gaze of the big teapot finally fell on Ye Fan, and there was no expression of hatred, but like an ancient well without waves.

Ye Fan knew that this person's martial arts cultivation was indeed not low, and in the battle, he could exclude the love and give the opponent the most fatal blow!

Bang!

The big teapot gently stepped on the cement brick with his left foot, and the hard cement brick cracked inch by inch in an instant, with his foot as the center, and the crack like a spider's web couldn't help but spread outward.

The last moment, he was still standing at the door of the bar, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Fan out of thin air, his body was extremely fast, and everyone, even Xiao Bo, didn't see clearly how he came to Ye Fan. Everyone couldn't help but secretly smack their tongues, what a fast way!

Xiao Bo's heart also sank, the old teapot was indeed extraordinary, he couldn't even see what kind of body he was doing! Compared with him, this foreign master in the late stage of the Yellow Order, was tantamount to a grasshopper shaking a tree, and he couldn't measure himself!

Ye Fan could see that the old teapot was gliding over with the help of true qi, his body was in the air.

This body method is a bit like the Wind Resisting Technique of the Cultivation Realm, or the Wind Spell of the Fu Gong Sect, but it is just similar in shape, and it still uses the majestic power of True Qi, which is still far from the real Wind Resisting Technique and Wind Spell.

However, Rao is like this, and Ye Fan is also secretly frightened.

If a few days ago, when Ye Fan was still practicing the third layer of qi, Ye Fan must have avoided how far away he saw the old teapot, and at that time, his body technique might not be comparable to the old teapot.

However, the current Ye Fan already has a fourth-level cultivation of qi, and his previous strength is very different, so naturally he will not take him seriously.

The old teapot saw that he had flown to Ye Fan, Ye Fan was actually smiling, not dodging or dodging, and couldn't help but be angry in his heart, this son is too arrogant! It's just a cultivation in the early stage of the Xuan Rank, and he doesn't even take himself in his eyes.

Whew!

The furious old teapot swung out countless swords in an instant, and the tip of the soft sword flashed at high speed like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, leaving a red afterimage in the air, and the red shadows were connected in one place, and finally formed a red light and shining ripples, spreading out, rippling, and overwhelmingly wrapped towards Ye Fan!

A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly out of the sky!

The thought that could not help but come to Shaw's mind.

This sword is swinged, the momentum is like a rainbow, not to mention, the posture of the old teapot is also extremely beautiful, like a big bird, soaring in the air, and the end is like a dusty immortal, chic and elegant.

The windows and tires of several cars in the distance were instantly slashed by the rushing sword qi, and the momentum was amazing!

Xi Dihua was excited, and his blood was full of blood!

This is the real master of the Xuan Rank of the Ancient Martial Sect! This is the pinnacle duel! He can't wait to be the one who is fighting against the old teapot now!

With such an earth-shattering sword, who can resist the masters of the world? I'm afraid that Ye Fan, the evil thief, will also die under his sword in an instant!

"I'm suing, this is too domineering, it's even more awesome than the big moves in martial arts movies!" Zhang Kaojuan shrank in the car, peeking at this scene, and couldn't help jumping excitedly, "Ye Fan is dead! The old teapot is worthy of being a Xuan-level master!"

Everyone was very excited, but Ye Fan, who was facing the old teapot, was extremely calm, his face was calm, and his movements were also very calm!

Draw your sword, turn around, and swing it from the bottom left to the top right!

Everyone didn't see Ye Fan's weapon, only a piece of turquoise light, slashing across the ground.

The next moment, the old teapot fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

In his hand, there is no sword!

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was still, and the sword shadow composed of the monstrous momentum and true qi emitted by the old teapot instantly collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.

Everyone was so shocked that they could hardly believe their eyes, and they looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost on each other's faces.

Everyone looked around to inspect the old teapot's Qingfeng Chilian sword, and after a long time, they realized that his sword had pierced into the bar wall ten meters behind him.

Sink deep into it until you don't have a handle!

One sword, only one sword, Ye Fan actually slashed the Qingfeng Red Practice Sword that the old teapot was proud of all his life!

The old teapot stood there, his face was as dead as ashes, his eyes were glazed, as if in an instant, all his monstrous momentum was pulled out of his body!

His body has become a shell without any soul!

Although he tried his best to keep his composure, his hands still trembled uncontrollably!

The moment he just made contact with Ye Fan's soft sword, he felt a majestic force, and the true qi poured into Ye Fan's soft sword seemed to be like a waterfall, with infinite power and endless

He couldn't control the Chilian Soft Sword that was in line with his heart at all!

Xi Dihua's gaze fell on the Taiyi Pure Gold Soft Sword in Ye Fan's hand, it was turquoise and clear, gold and silver were intertwined, exuding a strange light, I don't know what kind of heavenly treasure it was made of.

However, he could be sure that Ye Fan was also using a soft sword.

And a soft sword can condense such a majestic true qi and strength! It shook the old teapot's whole body with true qi chaotic, and shook the old teapot's soft sword away!

There was a chill in his heart, it was terrifying!

What kind of level of cultivation is Ye Fan? Ground Level? Innate Level!

Xi Dihua originally thought that Ye Fan's highest cultivation was the Xuan Rank, but now he realized that he had underestimated Ye Fan again!

At this moment, he couldn't accurately determine Ye Fan's cultivation at all!

Soaring like a frightening dragon!

Xiao Bo recalled Ye Fan's amazing sword like a flying immortal outside the sky, and such words came to mind!

At this moment, his eyes looking at Ye Fan were full of surprise.

In less than ten minutes, Ye Fan defeated the three masters of the Tiger Hall in a row, plus the chairman of the hall Di Hua himself, what a monstrous skill and domineering is this?

With such a record alone, Ye Fan can be proud that no one in the entire East China Sea dares to be arrogant!

If he had a good relationship with Ye Fan, then Ye Fan would be happy and pass on a few tricks of his kung fu, wouldn't his cultivation increase rapidly! Xiao Bo instantly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but be even more humble towards Ye Fan.

"I lost!" said the old teapot with a wry smile.

"Promise!" Ye Fan smiled coldly, beckoned to Xiao Bo, and said, "Let's go, go in and find someone!" As he spoke, he walked towards the door of the bar.

At this moment, all the members of the Tiger Hall had been silent, and one by one they couldn't stop retreating, avoiding it, and quickly dodged a path.

They knew that with their own little deeds, if they did it with Ye Fan, it would only be the tragic fate of man-made knives and me.

"If you dare to go in, I will dare to kill you!" Xi Dihua gritted his teeth and pointed at Ye Fan and scolded: "Boy, you have to convince people with virtue!"

"Forget it, Dihua, what are we going to kill?" The old teapot grabbed the excited Xi Dihua, looked at Ye Fan's uninhibited and arrogant back, and suddenly there was another sense of sadness in the twilight of the hero, there are talented people in the rivers and lakes, maybe it is really time for him to quit the rivers and lakes.

"But, Master, you can't let him do evil!" Xi Dihua gritted his teeth in pain, he felt that today was really too aggrieved.

"Dihua, we are not his opponents, look at my hands......" The old teapot held out his right hand.

At first glance, Sidrev couldn't help but be shocked!

I saw that the old teapot's right hand couldn't help trembling, the fingers at the tiger's mouth cracked inch by inch, and the blood flowed wildly, Ye Fan's sword was so violent!

"Di Hua, he has actually shown mercy to his subordinates, if he really uses all his strength, he can take my life with that sword just now!" said the old teapot with a sigh.

"Ah!" Xi Dihua's heart was even more chilled, looking at the place where Ye Fan had disappeared, his eyes were shocked, and there was no trace of fighting spirit in his heart!

"It's not good, I'll wipe it, Ye Fan actually won!" Zhang was stunned for a long time before realizing what had happened in those few seconds.

And at this moment, Ye Fan had already walked into the Iron Blood Bar, and Zhang Kaojuan suddenly slapped his thigh, and exclaimed: "I'll wipe it, it's over! The scar and waist are still inside!"