"Poof"

The more than ten lieutenant generals who attacked and killed directly turned into a cloud of blood mist the moment they were touched by this spiritual power ripple, and they had no power to resist.

This scene made the originally boiling area fall into silence for a while.

Everyone stared at Ye Feng, stunned.

More than a dozen half-step Xuanhuang Realm lieutenants were actually killed by Yiyan?

"It's not going to dazzle me, is it? This kid is so strong?"

Some people were shocked to wonder if they had read it wrong.

But the smell of blood here reminds everyone that they are not mistaken.

"What?"

Seeing that Ye Feng actually killed more than ten of his lieutenants in an instant, Liao Fan was furious and his eyes were split.

These more than ten people are all brothers who fought bravely with him on the battlefield.

Now that he was actually killed by Ye Feng, he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

"Boom"

In Liao Fan's body, a violent spiritual power suddenly exploded.

The smell of killing is strong.

Everyone here felt as if they were on the battlefield, and they felt an unprecedented aura of slaughter.

As soon as he jumped in front of Ye Feng, the ground under his feet collapsed, and he couldn't withstand the fluctuations of spiritual power in his body.

"Boy, what kind of person are you, you even dare to kill General Ben's subordinates!"

Liao Fan stared at Ye Feng and gritted his teeth.

"Hehe, General Zhenxi, we should have met before, right? Are you so forgetful?"

Ye Feng sneered and said lightly.

If it was an ordinary person who prevented him from approaching the altar, he might not be a direct killer.

But for Liao Fan's subordinates, he showed no mercy at all.

Because Liao Fan was not the general of Zhenxi, he slaughtered the people by arson, and was once punished by the "Ye Feng" who was ordered to inspect, and he was already loyal to Ye Lang before Ye Lang ascended the throne.

Moreover, the mother of "Ye Feng" was also framed and killed by him in conjunction with the ministers of the DPRK and China.

"We've met before?"

When Liao Fan heard this, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a look of contemplation in his eyes.

He did have a faint impression that he had seen Ye Feng there.

But he couldn't remember.

Because he only met Ye Feng once when he was punished by Ye Feng.

"Since you can't think of it, let's go to the underworld and think about it slowly!"

Ye Feng glanced at it and saw that the overwhelming flames were already less than fifty miles away from this altar, and said coldly.

The words fell, and he directly entered the state of transforming into a god.

The golden spiritual power burst out with dazzling light, and in an instant, it covered the area that was defended by a hundred feet.

"Qiang"

At the same time, the Divine Feather Sword in Ye Feng's hand was unsheathed, and the dazzling golden light began to surge.

The sharp sword intent was overwhelming, and it went straight to the sky.

Seeing this, the more than 100,000 cultivators here all retreated, shocked by this sword intent.

Seeing this scene, Liao Fan didn't react yet, but the psychic masters on the altar in the distance changed their faces suddenly.

"General Liao, this person is the Demon Yuan Sword Master, who once killed Han Canglan, the superintendent of history, and is a felony ordered by the emperor to be killed. ”

Xu Shengyuan was shocked and shouted loudly.

Ye Feng's golden sword intent is really too famous.

Except for the cultivators here, who have never heard of the Firmament Dynasty Countryside and Liao Fan's perennial guarding of the west of the Dynasty, those psychics all know about it.

Such a young man, who also uses golden sword intent, and is so bold that even Liao Fan's lieutenant dares to kill, who else except the Demon Yuan Sword Master.

"You are the Demon Abyss Sword Master from the Divine General's Mansion?"

Liao Fan was shocked in his heart, and shouted in some surprise.

However, Ye Feng didn't pay attention to him, on the long sword in his hand, the golden dazzling light was already rich to the extreme, and the violent sword intent made the void tremble a little.

"Desolate Fall Broken God Slash!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and slashed out directly with a sword.

As if the end had come, the sword slashed towards Liao Fan.

Everywhere I passed, there was occasionally a void, and a slight crack had already appeared.

"Since you don't know whether you live or die, then I will fulfill you. ”

Liao Fan saw Ye Feng shoot directly, and said coldly: "The old man has been fighting for many years, and the blood-stained territory is not comparable to Han Canglan, you can kill him, but you can't kill me!"

"Jiaolong Holy Spear!"

As his words fell, a demonic beast roar suddenly sounded, and on the golden spear in his hand, the formation pattern was activated.

The surging spiritual power began to gather on the golden spear in his hand.

In an instant, a golden dragon has been formed.

"Boom"

With the fluctuation of rolling spiritual power, the spear surrounded by the golden dragon directly met the hundred-zhang-long golden sword.

"Hehe, this Demon Yuan Sword Master really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and if he kills Han Canglan with the help of the formation pattern, he really thinks that he is invincible, and even General Liao Fan dares to provoke him. ”

"General Liao Fan's strength, how can he look up to him! This shot will definitely be able to crush his bones and scatter ashes. ”

“”

Xu Shengyuan and the others felt the powerful power of this gun, and they all sighed.

There are not a few people who think the same way as them.

After all, Liao Fan's cultivation is the fifth stage of the Xuanhuang Realm, which is well known.

"Boom"

And at this time, the spear surrounded by the dragon had already collided with the hundred-zhang-long golden sword.

The powerful spiritual power fluctuated and suddenly exploded.

A group of soldiers who were closer to this place turned into ashes in an instant.

Of the more than 100,000 cultivators, half of them were swept away.

The sound of screams comes and goes.

"Plop"

And just when these cultivators just got up, they saw Liao Fan's figure and flew out directly.

After he landed, he slid more than a hundred feet, and after hitting the huge altar, he stopped, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

On top of Liao Fan's golden armor, the spiritual power dissipated, stained with blood.

If it weren't for the fact that he had imperial luck and protected him.

Ye Feng's sword just now could directly shatter his bones.

"Hey, how is this possible, General Liao Fan, he is not the opponent of the Demon Yuan Sword Master?"

The sound of gasping cold air suddenly sounded.

The faces of the psychics suddenly turned ugly.

They were still taunting Ye Feng just now, and their faces turned red at this time, as if they had been slapped hard.

"Knock Knock"

At this time, Ye Feng didn't pay attention to them at all, and walked lightly towards the monstrous flames that were already less than ten miles away.

Even, Ye Feng ignored the seriously injured Liao Fan.

Because although the imperial luck could no longer strengthen Liao Fan, it could protect him, and it would take some time for Ye Feng to kill him, so now he wanted to kill this fire-attribute demonic beast first.

"Boom"

In the blink of an eye, the monstrous flames were less than five miles away.

(End of chapter)