readx; Ye Yifan confessed a word, and before Jiang Tian came back to his senses, he swept up in one step. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info his speed is very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to that group of people.

Ye Yifan's actions immediately attracted the attention of the group of people, and then his eyes condensed slightly, looking at Ye Yifan who was suddenly running towards them strangely.

Ye Yifan acted like this, Li Liang also observed, his face was slightly ugly in this matter, but this ugliness flashed on his face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into a smile, waiting for Ye Yifan's arrival.

Ye Yifan's murderous intent rushed over, which made many people suddenly vigilant, and the spiritual power in his body was quietly running, and the momentum was slowly brewing.

However, when Ye Yifan walked into the detection range of their divine sense, the spiritual power in their bodies stopped, and they looked at the latter with contempt: It turned out that it was just the early stage of a mere spiritual master, and I thought it was a master seeking revenge.

"Stop. Suddenly, a man in the crowd suddenly stretched out his palm and stopped the murderous Ye Yifan.

"What?" Ye Yifan said in a cold tone.

"What, heh, what can you do to me. The burly man stared at Ye Yifan playfully and said with a smile.

"Hand over one of them, and I will depart. In this regard, Ye Yifan looked very flat when he arrived.

"Who?" The burly man stared at Ye Yifan with cold eyes, and there was already a murderous intent in his tone.

"Just him. Ye Yifan didn't care about the killing intent oozing from the burly man's eyes, and Li Liang, who was pointing at him, said lightly.

As Li Liang expected, he suddenly stood beside the burly man, and immediately looked at Ye Yifan with a sneer, and said, "Me?"

At the moment when Li Liang stood up, Ye Yifan's eyes opened suddenly, and the killing intent suddenly shot out of his eyes. At the same time, with a burst of shouts in his heart, he stepped on the ground, and the majestic spiritual power exploded from under his feet, and suddenly his body burst out.

One hand wiped over the ring, the long sword swung out, and under the violent step, the rapid body blink of an eye had already come to Li Liang's body. This frightened Li Liang suddenly, and he was so frightened that he urged the spiritual power in his body, and then stepped on the ground and burst back.

At this time, the burly man beside Li Liang stared at him, and he was immediately furious, and at the moment when Ye Yifan struck, he slammed his palm out, and the rolling spiritual power rushed towards Ye Yifan like a tide.

Ye Yifan's eyes were cold, and suddenly he slapped out with a palm, and under the condensation of spiritual power, a wisp of flame suddenly jumped from his palm, and it suddenly joined the burly man's palm.

At the same moment, when Li Liang retreated, Ye Yifan snorted coldly, and the long sword suddenly waved. Between that stab and swing, Taiheng's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and suddenly a miserable scream suddenly sounded.

The sword was withdrawn, a wisp of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and a finger was thrown into the sky with sticky blood under the drive of the sword.

The flames in Ye Yifan's hand suddenly expanded, and he pushed the burly man and grabbed his fingers in mid-air with one hand.

Holding this severed limb tightly, Ye Yifan quickly retreated without saying a word, and then landed in the distance and glanced at the severed finger, ignoring the blood of the severed finger, pulled out the ring in the severed finger with one hand, and then stuffed it into his waist with the dripping blood.

Blood was rolling and flowing, covering Li Liang at the severed finger, his face was pale, his eyes were surging with murderous intent staring at Ye Yifan, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Brother Zheng Yi, help me kill him." ”

The burly man who was called Zheng Yi by Li Liang also had a gloomy face at this time, and he stared at Ye Yifan deadly, and his killing intent suddenly appeared.

Li Liang's severed finger seemed to be ashamed, and he slapped his face fiercely, making him angry and ashamed.

"Brother Li Liang, don't worry, I will let him return it to you if you have a broken finger. ”

Zheng Yi stared at Ye Yifan with a gloomy face, and the corners of his mouth smeared with a bloodthirsty arc: "Boy, you are so good, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me in the early days, it seems that you are tired of being alive." ”

Ye Yifan shrugged his shoulders and disagreed: "It's a pity that I couldn't kill that guy with a sword." ”

"Hmph, you kid is arrogant. Zheng Yi snorted coldly, and then his face began to become hideous: "I will make you regret not dying under the tree demon." ”

As he spoke, the spiritual power around him suddenly gushed out, and a light blue light curtain formed behind him. After he burst into a shout, his body swept away rapidly, and then a palm slammed out, and with a little bit of wetness, he attacked Ye Yifan violently.

Ye Yifan's body was stunned, and when Zheng Yi's spiritual power burst out of his body, he suddenly discovered that the other party actually had the cultivation of the middle stage of the spirit. His eyes became solemn, and his spiritual power was running at high speed in his body, and then he stepped on the ground, and his body suddenly exploded back.

"I want to escape. Zheng Yi sneered, stepped out again, and the speed skyrocketed again, and in a flash, he had already caught up with Ye Yifan. He sneered, and a palm wrapped around his powerful spiritual power suddenly slapped out angrily towards the latter.

"Die!"

Zheng Yi struck with a palm, but the corners of Ye Yifan's mouth were imperceptibly curved into a sneer, and at the moment when Zheng Yi's palm slapped angrily, the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly, and the black spiritual power was immediately wrapped around his palm.

The spiritual power was heavily wrapped, as if he was wearing a fist on his hand, and at the moment when Zheng Yi slapped his palm, he slapped out with a palm, and the black qi spiritual power rolled and surged, and then collided brazenly in front of everyone's eyes.

The two palms slapped together, and suddenly the spiritual power was entangled with each other, and a sound of spiritual power squeezing and blasting suddenly rippled from the two palms, shaking their palms slightly painful.

The two palms touched, and they were not separated at the moment of the explosion of spiritual power.

In this regard, Zheng Yi's face was unusually ugly, he suddenly let out a low shout, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out fiercely, and immediately burst out from his palm, and then he shot towards Ye Yifan like a poisonous snake.

Ye Yifan's eyes froze, and in a low voice, the black spiritual power rolled out in his palm, scattering like a tree demon, and then suddenly shot out towards Zheng Yi in the air, stabbing at the tricky blue spiritual power like a spear.

The black and blue spiritual powers were intertwined, and suddenly a sound sounded between the two of them again. The explosion shook the palms of the two abruptly apart, and their faces changed at the same time, and they hurriedly retreated.

After three steps back, Ye Yifan's spiritual power exploded, and he slammed on the ground, stabilizing Fang Jiang's retreating body.

At the moment when the two separated, there was a sudden uproar around them. They looked at the two of them fighting with shocked eyes, Zheng Yi in the middle stage of the spirit was actually suffering a secret loss in the hands of Ye Yifan and fell behind.

Jiang Tian, who was in the distance, snorted coldly at the two people who were fighting in the distance, glanced at Zheng Yi with a trace of disdain, and read with disdain in his heart: "My master has killed more than a dozen junior spirits in a row, and he has been alone with the unharmed people who have entangled the tree demons, just because of your mid-stage cultivation of the spirits, you also want to wipe out my master, just kidding." ”

Zheng Yi, who had taken five steps back, had a gloomy face at this time, but his heart was extremely shocked, others might not be able to see it, but he felt the domineering of Ye Yifan's strange spiritual power, and there was a faint hint of coldness.

"Your spiritual powers are very strange, but if you want to use this to fight me, I am sorry to tell you that you will die a terrible death. With that, Zheng Yi waved his palm, and the long iron chain suddenly grabbed in his hand, and a sharp giant hook was connected to the end of the chain.

"Let you try my magic hook. Zheng Yi shook the iron chain and said gloomily.

Ye Yifan looked vigilantly at the iron hook in Zheng Yi's hand, the iron hook emitted a sound of rich spiritual power fluctuations, and he could feel a trace of danger from these fluctuations.

Zheng Yi was very satisfied with Ye Yifan's expression, and immediately smiled skewedly, and under his flick, the demon hook was thrown towards Ye Yifan.

Ye Yifan's pupils condensed suddenly, and his footsteps quickly retreated. However, the Demon Devil Hook followed closely, and the speed was not under Ye Yifan's violent step, and it was about to hook Ye Yifan's throat in an instant.

If this hook comes down, Ye Yifan is afraid that his head will be separated like this.

In this regard, Ye Yifan's face was quite ugly, he hurriedly sacrificed his long sword, and slashed at the demon hook with his backhand, and suddenly the starlight flickered, and sparks flew everywhere.

Zheng Yi sneered, his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the Demon Punishment Hook shook in the air like a butterfly effect, and immediately hooked towards Ye Yifan.

Ye Yifan's eyes were solemn, and when the Demon Punishment Hook hooked again, he slashed down with a sword, and suddenly a spark flickered.

At this moment, the sneer in Zheng Yi's mouth became weird, and with the surging in his hand, the Demon Punishment Hook writhed in the air like a long snake walking.

As Zheng Yi stepped out suddenly, the Demon Hook had enough space to move, and suddenly the Demon Hook's actions were unpredictable.

Ye Yifan was suddenly startled, stepped on the ground step by step, and hurriedly retreated. At the same time, he desperately swung his long sword to resist the chains attacking from all directions.

The long sword shot out a little spark between sweeps and splits, Ye Yifan's eyes became more and more solemn, he stared at the long sword in his hand, and with the resistance of a blow, the long sword began to collapse.

Ye Yifan's face suddenly became ugly, and under the strange attack of the Demon Trap, unconsciously, he actually tied up the long sword in his hand. Even though Ye Yifan hurriedly urged this spiritual power to pull back desperately, he still couldn't get rid of the shackles of the demon hook.

Zheng Yi sneered, and hurriedly waved the iron chain in his hand, and then the iron chain surged towards Ye Yifan like a wave.

Seeing this, Ye Yifan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately gave up the long sword in his hand abruptly, stepped forward, and hurriedly retreated.

Ye Yifan abandoned the sword and fled, Zheng Yi was very disdainful, and the corners of his mouth sneered: "There is no spiritual weapon, I see how you still fight with me." Immediately, he suddenly exerted force, and the crisp sound of the long sword slamming under the entanglement of the demon hook sounded, and suddenly the sword turned into two sections.

Two broken swords, Ye Yifan's face was extremely ugly, he didn't dare to be careless, he was able to kill the Xuanxue Rabbit purely by accident, and Zheng Yi at this time was obviously more powerful than the Xuanxue Rabbit, and the other party also had a magic weapon to assist, he wanted to defeat, it was difficult!

Ye Yifan concentrated his divine sense on the Demon Hook, and his divine sense locked the Demon Hook to prevent the Demon Hook's movements, and the only way for him to defeat it was to control the traces of the Demon Hook's actions.

The Demon Punishment Hook, which was locked by the divine sense, slammed the long sword into two sections, and immediately did not stop, and under the drive of Zheng Yi, he suddenly let go of the long sword and hooked towards Ye Yifan fiercely.

Under the gaze of his divine sense, he could clearly perceive every move of the Demon Trap, and when it rushed towards him under its movement, Ye Yifan immediately urged the spiritual power in his body to gush out fiercely, and then stepped back.

The palm of his hand flipped open, and a fireball suddenly floated in his palm, and with a sharp swing, the fireball came out of his hand.

However, just as the fireball came out of his hand, Ye Yifan's eyes suddenly condensed, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In his line of sight, the long sword that had been pinched into two knots did not fall to the ground, but attached to the Demon Killing Hook, suspended in the air.

Ye Yifan was stunned suddenly, his eyes slowly dilated, and he suddenly remembered a word in his mind that made him excited: Divine Control Master.