Ye Fan's voice contained unparalleled domineering, as if he didn't put the people of the major dynasties in his eyes.
For a while, the audience was shocked.
If you say that Ye Fan can be regarded as the number one arrogant of the Big Dipper, it is enough to be the young arrogant of other dynasties.
But at this moment in the ancient battlefield, there are also powerful leaders from various dynasties, all of whom have crossed the seven or eight levels of calamity, standing at the top of the pyramid.
How did they ever receive such contempt?
"Ye Fan, you are too arrogant, you must kill your awe-inspiring power today!" Ao Zhan grumbled and shouted.
"The monument was subdued by me, not because I deliberately occupied it, but because of God's will! It's good for you, you want to grab it by accident! Since you want to fight, then come!"
Ye Fan snorted coldly, with a firm attitude.
"Ye Fan, you actually want to go your own way, regardless of the safety of everyone in Daxia!"
The old man of the Dayin Dynasty sneered.
"Absurd! Why should I hand over what I got by my own ability? On the contrary, it is you, shameless and shameless!" Ye Fan sneered.
"A bunch of nonsense! Boy, here are ideas for the monument, I am afraid it is your great summer! We all want the monument to return to righteousness, we are justice"
"Boy, I advise you to think about it! This is something that concerns you and the lives of everyone in Daxia!"
The powerhouses of various dynasties, Tianjiao all put pressure on Ye Fan and Da Xia one after another.
In the team of the Great Xia Dynasty, some people showed concern.
"What should we do? The old prince has been hit hard now, and the remaining people are not enough in cultivation. Even though the crown prince and the princess, their cultivation has made breakthroughs at the God Tablet Festival. The difference is still too big!"
"I am afraid that Ye Fan is the only one who can fight against them now. This is impossible to defeat!"
"Are we...we really want Ye Fan to hand over the monument?"
In the Daxia camp, the depressed mood continued to ferment, and many monks could no longer stand it, and their bodies were shaking.
In this level of battle, they can only wait for the result of the battle, and hand over their lives [Guchengdushu www.guchengdushu.com] to the strong, but this puts too much pressure on them.
At this time, Ye Fan came over. After all, this was something related to the safety of everyone in Daxia. He always asked everyone what they thought.
"Everyone, the situation is critical, what do you think I should do?"
Ye Fan looked at everyone and asked calmly.
"Ye Fan, the stele chose you because of God's will, and you can't hand it over!"
Qin Xuance abruptly got up. Although he was traumatized in the battle with Zhou Ye, his spirit was still firm at the moment. As Daxia's prince, he wanted to set an example.
"Thank you, Your Royal Highness!"
Ye Fan bowed slightly, unexpectedly at this time, Qin Xuance's attitude was so firm.
"Ye Fan, no matter how you choose, I will support you!"
Although Princess Nishang did not express her attitude clearly, this kind of response made Ye Fan warmer, because this kind of response was tantamount to entrusting his destiny to Ye Fan, which was the greatest trust in him.
"what about you?"
Ye Fan looked at the other monks, and their expressions were much uglier.
"Young Master Ye, we..."
"The powerhouses and arrogances of all dynasties have come to target us, can we really handle it?"
"This is not a joke. Once we fail, we may be all annihilated here!"
"Why, you just..."
Some cultivators showed signs of retreat, which made Ye Fan very speechless. He didn't expect that at this time, they still showed a cowardly side.
Ye Fan finally looked at the old prince, he was risking his life to save himself, and he was the leader of the Daxia camp, his attitude should be very weighty.
"Oh, everyone, the real intentions of the dynasties are not only in the monuments, but in Daxia. When things have developed to this point, we can't be slaughtered by others! Otherwise, how can the face of the Daxia dynasty survive?"
The old prince's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the unsteady monks before, and they all showed shame, bowed their heads, and did not dare to respond.
"Ye Fan, this king supports you!" The old prince said solemnly.
"Thank you, old prince, I understand."
Ye Fan stepped onto the battlefield, and once again faced the powerhouses and Tianjiao of each dynasty alone.
...
"Hahaha, Ye Fan, I think you have discussed with Daxia for a long time, do you have an answer?"
The old man of the Dayin Dynasty laughed and said, as if he had taken him down.
"Our Daxia's answer is—no!"
This remark made the old man's expression stiff, and then his eyes flashed with murderous aura.
"Ye Fan, don't think that you are invincible if you have a monument. How different is the strength between you and me? You should be very clear. If you want to be an enemy of the world, you are still far away!"
The old man's eyes were like eagle falcons, he locked Ye Fan straightly, and said fiercely.
"Yeah, Ye Fan, I advise you to hand it over obediently!"
Other Tianjiao also followed suit.
"Humph! Do you think this can scare me?"
Ye Fan's eyes gleamed coldly, and that sharp look instantly stunned many ordinary Tianjiao. They didn't even have the ability to look directly at Ye Fan.
"Hahaha, my good boy, I really dare to be enemies of the major dynasties. If that's the case, then we don't have to be polite, kill Ye Fan, and get back the monument!"
"Destroy Ye Fan and retrieve the monument!"
For a time, on the battlefield, countless people shouted the same slogan in unison, and walked toward Ye Fan forcefully.
"Good coming!"
Yifu Ye Fan was in charge of Wanfu, and he reproduced the shadow of the monument in his hands.
"Ye Fan takes my sword!"
The wind moved with his body and the sword energy swept across, shocking the world.
"Ye Fan, you are really looking for death!"
At the same time, Dongfang Xu released the sealing power of Jidu Sword, between heaven and earth, a giant blade, as if to chop down the stars, was extremely powerful.
"Royal Dragon Technique-Kill!"
The battle of the Wanlong Dynasty released the power of its own dragon, surrounded by flying dragons between heaven and earth, and strongly suppressed Ye Fan.
In the sky, countless magical skills are suppressed towards Ye Fan and Daxia camp, with a monstrous aura.
"what……"
On Daxia's side, many ordinary Tianjiao shivered and couldn't support it when they saw this momentum.
"Just like an ant!"
Ye Fan was not afraid, secretly urging his inner strength to communicate with the monument.
"boom!"
In an instant, the monument re-established between the heavens and the earth, erupting the prehistoric power of the ancient times.
"Look, the monument has reappeared!"
"Hahaha, it seems that Ye Fan was persuaded and returned the monument!"
"Great, sure enough, everyone's strength is still strong!"
Just when everyone thought Ye Fan was a counselor and didn't dare to fight against everyone's power.
"Huh!"
The divine stele burst into light, erupting endless divine might, the wind and clouds changed color, the sky quaked, and the entire luminous planet began to tremble.
"Such a brilliant sky..."
In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, those great magical powers that had previously attacked the past were all blocked by the monument, eliminating the invisible.
