Chapter 1788: Imperial wind

"brush!"
After the young man drew the long sword from the ground, it flew in front of the leader.
"The early king!"
The leader was just astonished by this powerful sword, and he realized the strength of the young man at this moment, and he was a little surprised.
What a terrifying figure that an early king could kill hundreds of them with a single sword.
"who are you?"
The leader asked again.
"Kill your people!"
The person who came was Ye Fan, and it was his Jian Yao heavens who had just resorted to it. At this moment, he finally responded.
"Hmph, it depends on whether you have this strength, suffer to death!"
The leader shouted and rushed towards Ye Fan on his own initiative.
He dignifiedly transformed the real world fourfold early sage, and was scared by an early king for no reason. At this moment, he couldn't help but regret it.
"Wow..."
A powerful sacred spine power was condensed in front of him by the leader, bursting out layers of dazzling glare, and rushed towards Ye Fan.
"But so!"
Feeling the power of this leader, Ye Fan said with disdain.
This person's strength is not half as strong as the previous Master Wuchen, and can only be said to be the most ordinary realm-transforming realm powerhouse.
"go with!"
Ye Fan first exploded with a hundred times the power of blood, and then directly greeted the leader with a sword.
An ordinary sword light swept across the void, directly splitting the power of the leader's sacred spine.
"boom!"
The lingering power of Jianguang rippled out, forming a counter-shock force, and shook the leader back a few steps.
"what?"
The leader and the two other realm-transforming experts were shocked at this moment, their facial muscles twitched a bit, and it was difficult to understand what it was like.
Lai Zhiqing and others have been watching at this moment, and they are even more shocked.
"Who is this person? To be so strong at a young age, this is too abnormal!"
"Yes, even those geniuses in the capital, the descendants of the ancient race can't do that!"
Many disciples of the Misty Pavilion whispered, looking at the young man in front of them with brilliance.
This young man is standing now, his back is as steady as Mount Tai, giving them a sense of steadiness and protection.
"Ye Fan, this name seems a bit familiar!"
As for the disciple who had known Ye Fan's name before, he couldn't help but recall it at this moment.
"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to be so strong!"
Lai Zhiqing sighed in her heart, only to feel that she was very different from Ye Fan.
I think that when the two were in Nanban, they were the most peak geniuses. Now in the upper realm, she is just a disciple with a bit of status, and Ye Fan is still a genius.
"Those slaughter of the city, you should also have a share, let you bury with the people today!"
Ye Fan's heart remembered the dying mother and son, the whole city was dead and the heads were like mountains, and the scene was so cruel and terrifying, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth at this moment.
"People who oppose the Nether clan have no good end, and they shot together. Today, you still don't believe that you can't defeat him, the king boy."
The leader's complexion changed, he glanced at the very back, and nodded to the two people beside him.
"dead!"
In an instant, the three of them rushed towards Ye Fan together, with a surging momentum, like a galloping horse.
The power of the Realm-Transforming Realm powerhouse was released to the fullest at this moment.
If none of the three of them could defeat Ye Fan alone, today's battle would have been defeated.
Ye Fan didn't want to waste time, his body was gradually rippling with stars and stars, which eliminated a certain degree of power of the three leaders and strengthened his own strength.
"The sword points to the heavens, go!"
Ye Fan's eyes condensed slightly, and accompanied by a soft chick, the Heaven Sword in his hand was directly like a flying dragon and shot out at the three leaders.
The howling sound produced by its friction with space is like the roar of a dragon, extremely mighty.
"boom!"
But in an instant, the trio’s offensive was broken, and the two real-world triple powerhouses beside them were shocked by Jianwei to vomit blood and flew away. However, the center had molested the leader of Lai Zhiqing, and a line appeared between his eyebrows. Weimang, blood is overflowing from it.
The strong sword energy formed by the sword pointing to the heavens has already penetrated his mind.
"puff!"
Ye Fan waved his hand and the Demon God bite started and swallowed this person directly.
A pure demon power emerged from the body and gradually spread to the demon sacred ridge.
At this moment, although the golden light on the sacred ridge is full, it can still accommodate power. The realm of kings is not counted as the ninth rank of saints, but just a small realm with accumulated heritage.
The deeper the foundation, the stronger the power gained when breaking through the real world, and everything complements each other.
"Let's go on the road together!"
After killing the leader with a sword, Ye Fan's bloodthirsty eyes gradually turned towards the other two realm-transforming powerhouses.
"Hmph, kill my ghost, you are so bold!"
Just as Ye Fan was about to do something, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance, this place was the direction the leader looked forward and backward.
Ye Fan and the others followed the prestige, only to see a huge cloak carrying a small figure quickly shooting.
The cloak is at least three or four meters long, but the figure is no more than one meter long, and his face seems to be wearing a hideous mask, which is extremely powerful.
"This……"
The moment Ye Fan saw the figure, his eyes suddenly stagnated, and infinite hatred immediately emerged.
"Ye Fan, this person is the ancient Ming general Yufeng, you must be careful!"
Lai Zhiqing frowned and reminded her.
I thought that there were only three leaders, but I didn't expect that the Ancient Pluto would finally come.
"He is the one who killed me before!"
Ye Fan faintly replied, and immediately squeezed the Heaven Sword in his hand without saying more.
"What...what!"
After hearing this, Lai Zhiqing trembled, completely startled.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan had fought with the ancient Ming Jiang before and survived.
"See Master Ming, and hope Master Ming can..."
Those two realm-transforming powerhouses brought a group of black-clothed disciples to greet them with fear, and at the same time wanted Ming to avenge the leader.
This time, they didn't kill a disciple of Ming Miao Ge, but they themselves suffered heavy casualties.
"Useless things, roll aside!"
Under the hideous mask, a cold voice from Yu Fengming General, interrupted their words directly.
The two Realm-Transforming Realm experts hurriedly let go of their bodies, and if they were a little better, Yu Feng Ming would not have to appear.
As his subordinates stepped aside, Yu Feng Ming Jiang finally looked forward.
At this look, he was suddenly shocked, his eyes trembled violently, and he exclaimed: "Why are you? You are not dead!"
"Hehe, you ridiculous dwarf is actually a ghost, it's really unexpected, I'm looking for revenge, now the old and the new hatred can be forgotten!"
Ye Fan sneered coldly, he had recovered his composure at this moment, but his eyes flashed with extremely strong killing intent.
He came to Beicang at first to find this person. At this moment, he has nowhere to find any place to find his shoes. It takes no effort to get it. This Yu Fengming is just right in the future.