Chapter 1750: Xie Shien

1750
A seemingly arrogant and unreasonable question, but let hundreds of cold door monks, no one!
The head and the elders waited for a group of monks who were high on the weekdays. At this moment, like the disciples at the bottom, they were shocked and stunned, and their faces were pale and their breathing was only careful!
Although I saw the power of Ye Fan to kill Tianbao in Hongyue Island last time, this kind of killing is really put in front of myself, and it is completely incomparable to look at it!
What makes them feel chilling is the cold rain of the ancestors of the long-lived ancestors. After being crushed by their legs, they did not recover quickly! ?
Is it just that the arrogant swordsmanship attack, but also the spirit of the cold rain ancestors are also traumatized! ?
The cold rain at this time is really collapsing!
He constantly runs the real element, trying to reshape his body, but his spirit is hurt by the incomparable sword of Long Yan, and it is very difficult to heal.
He can only stop bleeding as much as possible, and not let his body become too necrotic.
He thought that he was not facing a liquid sword, and he should not be so easily injured, but he now realizes that he is too naive!
What is more afraid of the cold rain is that he does not know what kind of power this is, even his spirit can be hurt!
After all, in the Taikoo period, the cold rain was just an ordinary monk, and he did not really see the Dragon of Shenlong.
"You... your sword meaning... what is going on?! What did you do!?"
In the cold rain, in front of so many people, this kind of appearance, has already become angry and angry, and can not help but bite the teeth with pain and anger.
Ye Fan did not return this time, but directly pulled up the giant sword with one hand, and the backhand was thrown out at the position where the cold rain was!
A golden red sword slammed, so close, the cold and rain legs were abolished, seriously injured, even did not have time to escape!
"Hey!"
The black giant sword runs directly through the chest of the cold rain, nailing his whole person to the stone wall!
All this happened too fast, and the ancestors of the cold rain never imagined that Ye Fan would be so rude to him!
The cold ancestors continually screamed, the mouth spit blood, Long Yan constantly burned his spirit, the sword is constantly destroying his body!
A two-pronged approach is like living alive and evaporating from the human world!
Nian Rujiao stood behind and saw the extremely strong ancestor's cold rain in the impression. It was so badly beaten by Ye Fan that it was hard to beat, and he died when he died. He couldn’t help but look at it. It seems like crazy. ......
In her opinion, such as the Leng Yu couple and others, things that are difficult to do, in the face of Ye Fan, are so easy.
This is the gap between myself and Ye Fan. From the beginning to the end, they are people of two worlds... The eyes of Ruojiao are so complicated.
Han Hui and others saw this scene, completely scared and soft, and squatted on the ground!
"Old ancestors!-"
No matter how they yell, but no one dares to go forward and Ye Fan desperately.
The cold rain feels that the life of one hundred thousand years is about to end, and it is terrifying. He screams and screams: "Come on me! Come on! Kill him!!"
But at this moment, his crying and pleading is just futile.
Up and down the door of the cold light, no one, stand up, dare to put forward half of the opposition words, let alone shot.
The cold rain ancestors saw this scene, suddenly understood what, full of deep resentment, staring at a group of disciples and grandchildren, gradually lost their vitality...
The long-lived ancestors of the ancient fairy spirits, in such a short time, one less.
Ye Fanxiao smiled. "Want to your ancestors, it’s still true. It’s no wonder that Leng Xingchen, Lengyu, Mo Xinzhi are so dying, you are indifferent...
I know that today, why should I be at the beginning, now I ask you... Are you going to die, or is it cold?

A group of high-rises at the Hanguang Gate have been stunned at this time, and they all refused to die, and they began to express their opinions!
Leng Donglin’s elders saw the cold family’s ancestors die, and they were afraid of things. The anger pointed to Han Hui’s words:
You still cover the gangsters of Han Yuntao!? Don’t bring him out!? You really want to be cold. Will you be buried with him!?"
"Han Hui! Bring Han Yuntao out!!" Several other elders also yelled.
"You are angry! I will bring the counter-offer out! He is in the ancestral cave!"
Han Hui no longer dared to hide. For an apprentice, even the life of his ancestors was put in. He did not know what to do in the future.
At this moment, even if Ye Fan does not kill Han Yuntao, he wants to peel the skin from the cold clouds!
Han Hui took a few cold parents and went to the ancestral cave house.
The reason why Han Yuntao hides there is because there is a defensive array, and it can isolate the perception and will not be discovered by outsiders.
After Han Yuntao failed to catch up with Nian Rujiao, he knew that he was in danger, but if he was hiding, he might as well seek shelter.
Originally, the cold rain and the cold glory were discussed. It was felt that Ye Fan did not dare to use the strength of the sky, and no matter how much, it is impossible to do it for a singer and the whole cold door.
But who can think that after Ye Fan now has Longyan, it is easy to kill the longevity, and for the word of love, Ye Fanyuan is more important than the ancient fairyland.
In order to help a few people who have no blood relationship with themselves, and the whole cold door as an enemy, in the cold rain they think, it is incredible, but Ye Fan is so chosen.
Outside the Dongfu, the Hanhui display technique dissipated a vague white mist and guarded the Dongfu's formation.
In the simple Dongfu house, Han Yuntao was sitting on a stone bench and thinking quietly.
Seeing Han Hui and a few elders looking in gloomy, Han Yuntao got up and showed his vigilance.
"Master... what happened?"
Han Hui took out his own flying sword directly and pointed to Han Yuntao: "The gangster! Hurry with me, go out and lead to death!"
"Master!?" Han Yuntao changed his face and lost his voice: "Why are you like this!? I... I am the first person of the younger generation of Hanguangmen! Are you going to ruin the future of the cold door!?"
"For you, my ancestors are all killed, what is the future!? Leave you this scourge, sooner or later, let me wait for all the coldmen to kill!!"
"Chen Yuntao! Hurry out!" Several elders shouted loudly.
In the eyes of Han Yuntao, he was frightened and convulsed in disbelief. "Old... ancestors died!? That said... that guy... he came!? Hey... it’s really called. people……"
"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry out! Otherwise, I have to blame me for being ruthless!"
Han Yuntao's eyes flickered, but in the end he sighed and smiled. "Oh... well, that Yuntao only has one death, thanks to the grace of the teacher."
Master, elder, you don't have to point at me, Yuntao sinful and sinful, go to death!

Said, Han Yuntao looked like a generous color, took a step and walked outside the Dongfu.
Although Han Hui and others are somewhat complicated, but only when Han Yuntao dies, they can exchange their lives, and they can't manage too much.
But when Han Yuntao was about to step out of the Dongfu, his eyes suddenly shook!
A cold light sword suddenly held in his hand, he returned to a sword to swing out, a heavenly sword suddenly burst out!
"Old man! I want to harm me!? Go to hell!!"
His long sword seems to be a time-honored sword of water and light of a dozen meters long. The sword is thrown out, bringing out a icy ripple of water!
This ripples are bursting into the cave house for a while!
The Dongfu area is narrow, and this sword is waved in, and it is inevitable!
It looks like a dreamy and agile water pattern, but it contains a sharp killing machine!
In the blink of an eye, the three elders were hit by the sword, and the three bodies were cut into two halves! ?
They suddenly woke up at the moment of death. Han Yuntao is the master of Tianling Tianjian. Although he is a disciple, he really wants to resist. So, can they easily grasp it? !