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As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan used the function of energy injection, and in an instant, Ye Fan's fighting qi went from the sixth stage of the fighting qi to slowly improving.

Fighting Qi Seven Stages ......

Fighting Qi Nine Sections......

Fighter One Star......

The fighting spirit has been raised until the six stars of the fighter and then stopped. A force that Ye Fan had never experienced before poured into Ye Fan's body.

With both hands, the rope that tied Ye Fan bounced off instantly, Ye Fan kicked at the middle-aged man, and with a click, the middle-aged man was kicked out three meters away.

"I didn't expect this energy injection to be so powerful." Shaking his hand, the air made a whirring sound with Ye Fan's handshake.

This energy injection directly increased Ye Fan's strength by more than ten times as a whole.

Those below the fighter are only within the range of ordinary people, after being promoted to the fighter. It is the beginning of cultivation. A person with one star can single-handedly challenge five or six people with a nine-stage fighting spirit.

"Damn." The middle-aged man got up from the ground at this time, gritted his teeth, and looked at Ye Fan with a hideous face, obviously he really didn't expect that Ye Fan still had such a hand.

Seeing that the plan was about to fail, the middle-aged man grabbed his head a little frantically, picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground, and threw it over like Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was a little disdainful, and after turning around, he kicked the stone back directly with his foot. The surface of the stone was kicked by Ye Fan and there were some traces, and the speed was two or three times faster than the speed of the middle-aged man throwing it with all his might, and it flew back upside down. The target is precisely the middle-aged.

A middle-aged man without these conspiracies can only be regarded as an ordinary person, where can he escape Ye Fan's attack. The blow hit the chest, and the middle-aged man flew out again, rolling on the ground a few times. Roll to a place very close to the ancient well.

"Perfect." Ye Fan had a faint smile on his face, although his feet were a little painful at this time, he couldn't show it.

The sudden increase in strength made Ye Fan a little fluttering, in fact, this was only a temporary improvement, if Ye Fan faced a real fighter at this time, he would definitely be defeated. What's more, Ye Fan doesn't even know a fighting skill. It's all because I was too lazy when I was a child.

"Ahem, ahem." The middle-aged man lying on the ground, holding the ground with one hand, kicked heavily, some blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and stared at Ye Fan viciously.

"Don't look at me. You can't live for your own sin, you killed so many people and still want to kill Lao Tzu, you deserve to end up like this. And you're right, strength determines everything, and my strength is stronger than you at this time. Ye Fan teased. Slightly proud.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you." The middle-aged man didn't know if he was being ridiculed by Ye Fan or something, and got up from the ground. Suddenly a crazy smile appeared.

"I'm going to kill you with my sword." The corners of his mouth turned into a strange amplitude, and the middle-aged man suddenly turned around, and his left hand violently grasped the sword surrounded by red gas above the ancient well.

Ye Fan knew that the sword was very powerful, and he just wanted to fly stealthily and escape. Who knew that the sword suddenly moved, and the sword body was wiped on the middle-aged man's neck, and the middle-aged man fell down with a face full of disbelief with his eyes full of disbelief.

Ye Fan also looked shocked, this sword. Eater of the Lord?

At this time, the red gas flowing from the sword enveloped the middle-aged man, and soon, the middle-aged man completely dissipated, leaving no trace.

Immediately after, the red gas around the sword was slowly absorbed by the clover blood-red pattern on the hilt. It floats quietly in mid-air.

As the red gas disappeared, Ye Fan really saw the appearance of this sword, the sword body was about 80 centimeters long, and the width was about 8 centimeters, and the sword body was a strange red color. There is a trefoil-like pattern underneath the hilt, which is still blood-red. The hilt of the sword is rectangular. It's also pitch black.

Looking at it, Ye Fan felt that this sword was a little, charming, yes. The more I looked at Ye Fan, the more charming I felt, and I really wanted to hold it in my hand.

Such a charming thing, I should have it.

Ye Fan had such an idea in his heart inexplicably, and with the appearance of this idea, Ye Fan slowly walked in front of the sword.

Slowly stretched out his hand, and the sword actually moved on its own. The hilt of the sword flew to the front of Ye Fan's right hand. Ye Fan held it gently, and when he started it, there was a slight coolness.

At this time, the clover pattern on the hilt of the sword suddenly gushed out a stream of red gas, enveloping Ye Fan. Ye Fan's true cultivation was slowly improving at this time.

Three minutes later, Ye Fan's cultivation had been upgraded to the seventh rank of Dou Qi.

Eight stages of fighting spirit.

Fighting Qi Nine Sections.

"Ah, that's power. It's fascinating. Ye Fan didn't know when, his hair had turned red, and the eyebrows and eyelids of his eyes were dark blood red.

The power that this sword brought to him made it intoxicated and immersed in it.

At this time, the sword god seemed to be conveying a message to Ye Fan.

Every time you kill someone, your strength will be much, much stronger, and the more people you kill, the more and faster your strength will increase.

"Murder?" Ye Fan smiled gloomily, in his thoughts, he wanted to kill Xiao Yan, he wanted to kill Xiao Xun'er, he wanted to kill everyone in the Xiao family, everyone in Utan City, he wanted to kill everyone in the Gama Empire, and he wanted to kill everyone who broke through the firmament. Kill all the people in the universe.

"Buzz." Thinking of this, Ye Fan's mind suddenly buzzed, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. When you open your eyes again. Ye Fan appeared in the room where he was just now.

And Ye Fan was surrounded by many "people". These people are the same people who were in the same place with Ye Fan just now, those who have been killed by middle-aged people. Their faces were hideous, their faces were full of dark green light, the two tiger teeth on their mouths were five centimeters long, the nails of their hands were dark red, and there was a bright red line on their necks.

Ye Fan kept falling backwards in fright, but there was a wall behind him. His face was pale, Ye Fan had never seen such a terrifying scene in his life.

"Give me back your life, you killed us." Seeing Ye Fan's frightened appearance, these people wailed one after another, and rushed towards Ye Fan one by one, as if they wanted to break Ye Fan's body into pieces.

"I didn't hurt you, it's not me, it's not me. It was the middle-aged man who killed you. Ye Fan was in a panic and hurriedly explained. Hearing Ye Fan's words, those people stopped one after another. and wail no more.

Ye Fan took a breath lightly, thinking that he was saved.

"You mean me?" At this time, the middle-aged man's voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears. Turning his head, he saw that the middle-aged man who had just been killed by the sword was facing Ye Fan. His face was pale and there was not a trace of blood.

"Brother Ye Fan, wake up, those are all fake. They're dead. A familiar voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears.

"Ahh No, you're dead. It's dead. You're all fake! Ye Fan screamed violently, the surrounding scene kept changing, and the middle-aged man and those wailing people disappeared one after another. What appeared in front of Ye Fan was an ancient well, and the surroundings were desolate.

And Ye Fan was holding the long sword in his hand at this time, his face was pale without a little blood, there was sweat on his forehead, and his mouth was dry. The blade of the sword was less than three millimeters away from his neck.