Zhongshang Mori couldn't help but be overjoyed, staring at Mo Fan while meditating on the spot, his eyes unblinking.

Soon, his body was also illusory and became unpredictable.

And high in the sky, the original person had already approached Mo Fan, he looked at Mo Fan a few times, and said disdainfully: "What is this?" Is Huaxia's turtle breath gong? I'm here to destroy you! ”

The original slap fell, palm after palm, although it did not hurt Mo Fan's foundation, but Mo Fan had already bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death.

And the figure of Zhong Shangsen, who was stealing the teacher, was even more illusory, he was thoughtful, groaning for a while and smiling for a while.

"What a magical spell, the heritage of China is so gorgeous that people are obsessed." The people were talking to themselves, as if they had understood something.

The Dongying people next to him all showed admiration, not only are they talented, but they are also not proud, even if Mo Fan is far weaker than him, he can also use Mo Fan as a teacher.

In the sky, the original man slapped his last palm, and used seventy percent of his strength: "Die!" ”

This palm directly tore apart the ink painting, and the space where Mo Fan was was directly crushed, and his illusory figure became real, which showed that the non-attack had failed.

The people in Kyushu exclaimed, and the original person showed a cruel smile without the slightest mercy.

However, at this critical moment, Zhong Shangsen suddenly swiped with one hand.

A strange sword aura burst out from his fingers and slashed towards the original person.

The original people were taken aback and had to retreat, staring at the Upper Mori angrily.

Zhong Shangsen tilted his head and smiled: "One day is a teacher and a father for life, you can't kill him." ”

Everyone was stunned, and Mo Fan looked shocked and helpless: "You secretly learn my Mo family's technique?" ”

"Hello Master, the apprentice is polite." Zhong Shangsen smiled and bowed his hand, and everyone was confused.

Mo Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked away.

All the forests are simply demons!

Huaxia's face has been lost, and no one can help the original person.

The original people had fire in their hearts, but they didn't vent to the people. He turned around and scolded again: "Huaxia waste, keep coming!" ”

This time, everyone calmed down a lot, and going up would only be humiliated, and it would not help at all.

Seeing this, the original people laughed wildly: "A group of waste, still counting on Ye Fan?" Let me tell you, without Lao Tzu's Dan furnace, Ye Fan is even more waste than waste! ”

The warriors of various countries laughed, and the people of Kyushu were angry and sad.

The Indians are obviously deliberately finding fault and venting their selfish desires.

Not far away, Mao Wuye gritted his teeth, but he didn't know how to stop it.

Where is Ye Fan?

Jinling Huaishui, a figure treading the waves, from time to time it became illusory, and even the splash could not stick to his trouser legs.

It was Ye Fan.

He walked all the way up the river, feeling the subtlety of non-attack, and when he finally understood it, he disappeared abruptly.

This is a teleportation that is extremely mysterious, and Yu Bu, with the support of the Great Dao Gong, has become an immortal technique, and Ye Fan is like an immortal.

In just two minutes, he had already arrived at the northern outskirts of Yanjing, like a sharp sword, inserted into the battlefield.

When the original people were wantonly mocking, people felt a gust of wind.

Everyone's anxiety is gone.

The original people also shut up in astonishment, and scanned the breeze around them in disbelief.

If I bloom, the breeze will come.

Ye Fan appeared in the ring very suddenly.

His hands hung naturally, his waist was tied to the shadow sword, and his hair was tied up, like an ancient child. This is so as not to interfere with the line of sight.

Everyone was taken aback, and in the venue, nearly 100,000 people were staring at Ye Fan.

In the crowd, Xiao Suying, who was squeezed into sweat, opened her small mouth, and the joy in her eyes was difficult to hide. Zhang Mengmeng looked gloomy.

On the other side, little Lori Jyoti sat on Emma's shoulder, and her little thin legs clamped Emma's head: "Mr. Dongfang is here, I'm going to bloom." ”

"Don't clip my head when you bloom, it's disgusting!"

Everyone looked different.

The Dongying people also made a commotion, and the good-looking eyebrows of Zhongshang Sen were raised, and the sugar gourd was crushed in one bite.

"It's so strong, this is the real dragon of Huaxia." Zhong Shangsen smiled toothily, and the warm aura on his body became solemn, like a sword peak, soaring into the sky, shocking the people around him.

In the ring, the original person asked Ye Fan: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Ye Fan." Ye Fan held the hilt of the sword in his hand and walked towards the original person: "What were you scolding just now?" As a guest, don't you know a little bit of etiquette? ”

Ye Fan's breath was very flat, he was the peak of the sub-saint, but in the face of a supreme saint, it seemed to be crushed.

The original man felt an astonishing aura, he stepped on his feet, his muscles bulged, and a divine light rushed up from the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He became a god.

"Come, see how I kill you, even a sub-saint dares to scold me?" The original man scolded angrily, although he felt that Ye Fan was not simple, but he was not afraid at all.

Under the ring, Mao Wuye ran up in surprise and said, "The top seed in Huaxia is here, the game continues!" ”

He glanced at Ye Fan, who nodded lightly.

Mao Wuye didn't talk nonsense and went down.

China's top seed, and India's top seed, got their hands dirty.

The original man is not weak, he has gathered the power of faith of billions of Brahmanical followers, and there is also a divine heritage.

If the Chinese inheritance is used as a metaphor, the original people are equivalent to getting the inheritance of Pangu.

Such a person has a bright future and will be a god of Brahmanism in the future.

Everyone held their breath, and a shocking battle was about to begin.

Ye Fan still held the hilt of the Chengying Sword and advanced, the original man narrowed his eyes, and his body suddenly swelled.

He strangely became bigger, and endless golden light emanated from the pores of his body, and the golden light made everyone in a trance, and when he looked closely, the original person turned into a monster.

It was an illusory monster, three feet high, with dense hands and feet, and it was completely impossible to count.

The legendary primordial man, with a thousand hands and a thousand feet, is the master of all things. And the god Brahma in front of him has begun to take on the style of the original person.

The Indians below breathed a sigh of relief, the god Brahma incarnated as the original man, and he was already invincible.

The sound of chanting comes from the mouth of the primordial people, which is the Brahmanical Vedas, which can be connected to the past, the present, and the future.

Time and space are illusory, Ye Fan is trapped in a labyrinth, in front of him, there are only various illusions of the present, the past and the future, and he can no longer see the original person.

Near the ring, the warriors who were close to each other hugged their heads and howled, and they were also affected by time and space.

"Hurry back, the Vedas will make the soul go back to the past and become weak, and the body will reach the future and become old!"

The crowd retreated in terror as someone warned them, but some of those who were too late fell to the ground and wailed, then smirked like children, their bodies shrinking in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fan's body was tense, and the three souls and seven spirits were all affected.

But how strong he is, he is an immortal at this moment, how can he be broken by mortals.

He recited the Mantra of Great Compassion and continued to move forward, and the light of Avalokiteshvara shrouded the Vedas.

The thousand hands and thousands of feet of the original man were swinging, and he laughed wildly: "Buddhism? Don't you know that Buddhism was defeated by Brahmanism a thousand years ago! ”

Ye Fan paused, and the Chengying sword was unsheathed.

The three-inch green mangs burst out, like a poisonous snake, cutting everything in the world.

The immortal artifact showed its terrifying power and directly split the Vedas.

"The Great Compassion Mantra" is indomitable, subduing demons and exorcizing evil spirits, and suppressing everything in the world.

The original people were taken aback, it was too late to hide, and they were shrouded in Buddha's light.

The Vedas are invalid.

Ye Fan opened the eye of heaven, his eyes were like a knife, locking the original person.

Chengying Sword strikes again.

Jiao divides the shadow, and the goose forgets to return!

Immortals use immortal weapons and are indestructible.

The original man with thousands of hands and thousands of feet was cut in half. The three-inch cold light still doesn't stop, cutting off the hands and feet of the original people.

When the Chengying Sword was put into the sheath, all the light disappeared, and the original god Brahma fell to the ground and died, and he had been dismantled into eight pieces.

No one could see how he died, and what happened in that golden light?

After a period of dead silence, the people of Kyushu erupted in fierce cheers, the mountains echoed the sea, and the morale of Huaxia returned!

Brahmanisms are bloodless and unbelievable.

Many priests ran up to check on him, and they all saw that the original man's internal organs were flowing out, and they still thought that he was not dead.

How can a god be reincarnated and die?

On the side of the Dongying people, Zhong Shangsen's eyes were full of brilliance: "He is different, so strong, so strong that I am excited." ”

Zhong Shangsen took a step, like a cannonball, directly bombarded the ring.

The Brahmanical priests were all shaken away, and the corpses of the original people were directly crushed.

There was only a pool of blood left in the ring.

Everyone was shocked again, this Zhongshang Sen was too chaotic, he seemed to be on top, and he didn't care about anything.

"Hello, Ye Fan, I want to kill you."

Zhong Shangmori showed a warm big boy smile, and the tiger teeth were also exposed.