Ye Fan's voice contained an overbearing will, like a misty voice from the Nine Heavens Profound Realm.
At the same time, his aura has also changed, as if he was transformed into a mighty emperor, standing on top of all living beings, showing the power of dominating the world and controlling the country.
For a while, even the two Universe Dragon Guards were deeply shocked.
In their opinion, Ye Fan in front of him was not only not inferior, but also slightly better than his own young master.
Almost at the same time, a flash of cold light flashed in the eyes of the two of them, and they had a murderous heart, wanting to completely kill Ye Fan!
Ye Fan glanced at them coldly and said lightly: "If you are not afraid of death in a foreign land, just make a move!"
The implication was that they had already secured their chances of winning, and they wanted to make them blood splattered on the spot, their lives would be lost, and their bones would be buried in the Japanese kingdom.
These words completely angered the two Universe Dragon Guards.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Long took a step forward, the tip of the spear pointed at Ye Fan, his aura changed completely, as if he had merged with the spear in his hand, the man and the spear were one, and he could not find any flaws and reached perfection. situation.
The spear is the extension of his own will, unstoppable and unstoppable.
In the dark, the spear in his hand completely locked Ye Fan's energy.
At this moment, Ye Fan even had an illusion that even though the world was big, there was no hiding place of his own, and there was nowhere to hide.
"The name of the gun-gentian!" Long Yi said proudly.
On the other side, Long Er, who was always taciturn, unwilling to show weakness, drew out the sword from his waist.
"Huh!"
A polished sword light swept across the sky, illuminating a radius of 100 meters.
Looking intently, I saw that the blade was nearly four feet long, and it was made of some material. The blade was shining brightly, and the handle was shaped like a lion, showing the shocking weather!
"The name of the sword-Mad Lion!"
Long Er is holding the Mad Lion Knife, his domineering exposed, a knife in his hand, I have the world.
For a while, the court was extremely quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely tense, like a bowstring pulled to the extreme, and a little bit of stimulation would be completely broken.
Even Ye Fan in the distance felt the strong pressure, his whole body was tense, and he did not dare to be negligent. There was a feeling in his heart
Regarding the martial art realm, the two Qiankun Dragon Guards in front of them are naturally not as good as Zhang's advocating Lingxiao, but in the life and death struggle, the two of them joined forces, I am afraid it is even more terrifying than Zhang Lingxiao.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Suddenly, the two erupted in anger at the same time, and then attacked Ye Fan like a dragon going out to sea.
The tip of the gentian spear pointed directly at Ye Fan's chest, and his moves swept across all directions.
The blade of the Mad Lion Sword slashed towards Ye Fan's waist, seeing that the posture was actually about to cut Ye Fan in the middle.
The cooperation between the two seems to have gone through thousands of rehearsals, and the tacit understanding is extremely seamless.
Even if it is a strong talent, it is difficult to resist head-on, and I am afraid it can only avoid its edge.
But if it dodges, the opponent's offensive will be like a wave of anger, constantly bombarding, without giving any chance to breathe.
Seeing this scene, not only was Ye Fan not afraid, he was excited, and shouted:
"Good job!"
...
The daughter is easy to get, but the opponent is hard to find!
In order to increase combat effectiveness, in addition to the improvement of realm, it also needs actual combat.
Only on the verge of life and death, can the potential in the body be continuously stimulated, and he has never become a real strong.
Otherwise, it is like a flower in a greenhouse, no matter how high it is, it will not withstand a single blow!
However, with Ye Fan's current strength, he has become the small group of existence at the top of the pyramid, and his rivals are very rare.
But the two Qiankun Dragon Guards in front of him brought death threats to him.
Looking at the violent shots and stabs, Ye Fan's eyes were brilliant, not retreating but advancing, his figure shot out like a cannonball, rushing towards Long Yi.
Ye Fan's abnormal behavior was obviously beyond Long Yi's expectations, but he did not panic, his expression was as solemn as before, and the gentian gun was a bit more powerful than before.
The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, a cowardly villain, who can't exert the power of a gun at all, and only those who are determined are qualified to use a gun.
Long Yi's attainments in the gunway had obviously reached the state of being superb and peaking.
Above the tip of the gun, a star-like bright light burst out, and the surrounding space was torn apart. With a single shot, it seemed that the stars would shatter for it, and it was amazing.
However, at this moment, Ye Fan completely ignored the horrible spear light, stretched out his white jade-like right hand, whirled in mid-air, antelope hung its horns, flying wildly, avoiding the sharp light of the spear tip, and forcibly grabbed it towards the barrel.
Logically speaking, Long Yi charged with a gun, and the power that burst out instantly was comparable to a huge ship of 10,000 tons, and it was definitely not something human could stop.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the gun, which was tantamount to being a car with a praying man's arm.
But the next moment, something incredible happened—
Ye Fan's seemingly fragile right hand actually grasped the barrel of the gun firmly.
Long Yi, who was originally like a broken bamboo, seemed to hit a copper wall and iron wall, his body hovering in the air.
Looking into the distance, it seemed to form a still picture, strange and abrupt.
This sudden strangeness shocked Long Yi's heart, and he madly injected his energy into the gentian gun.
At this moment, the tip of the gun was only an inch away from Ye Fan's chest, but no matter how hard he tried, those inner strengths seemed to sink into the ocean without any response.
The distance of just an inch is as close to the horizon as it is insurmountable.
Suddenly, Ye Fan shot Hanxing's eyes and shouted loudly:
"Let me go!"
As soon as the voice fell, a raging and wild power erupted from his hand, using the gun as a medium to blast Long Yi abruptly.
"Buzzing..."
Suddenly, the barrel of the gun was shaken, and the mouth of the tiger's mouth in Long Yi's right hand also cracked, and red blood spattered out, blooming blood lotus in the air.
In an instant, Long Yi had a strong ominous premonition that if he did not let go, something extremely terrifying would happen.
In desperation, he could only release the gentian spear and retreat seven or eight steps.
In ancient China, there was a saying that the sword is there and the sword is dead.
To this day, although the ancient law is no longer followed, but only one face-to-face, the weapon in his hand is taken away by the opponent. To Long Yi, it can be described as a great humiliation and indignation.
If this incident were passed back to the Xuanyuan Ji clan, he would even be deprived of the qualifications of Qiankun Longwei.
This continuous movement is a long story, but in reality it is just a breath of work.
Ye Fan is chic and elegant, and he lifts weights lightly, but the danger is beyond imagination.
Taking the gun empty-handed, if you are not careful, you will be stabbed by the spear to the heart.
But on the other hand, it means that Ye Fan has absolute confidence in himself.
...
Until Ye Fan succeeded in capturing the spear, Long Er's sword force was able to kill him.
A knife smashed to cover the sky, and the fortitude contained in it was several times stronger than the ultimate meaning of "Infinite Sword Inferno" of the Shendao Wu Nian Liu, as if it could split the world.
But on the other side, with the spear in hand, Ye Fan seemed to have changed.
The aura on his body has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before, and it is vaster than the world, encompassing all things, swallowing mountains and rivers, sweeping the world.
Between the lightning and the fire, Ye Fan's wrist flicked, and the gentian spear drew a big circle in mid-air, like the setting sun in a long river, sweeping towards the wild lion knife.
"Zheng!"
The harsh sound of the golden and iron symphony suddenly sounded.
Ye Fan’s shot happened to hit the only flaw in the Lion Sword. Long Er’s body was shocked. If he was shocked, he almost couldn’t hold the sword. At the same time, he set off a huge wave in his heart.
"How... how is it possible?!"
"This is the first time Ye Beichen has fought with me, how can he see the flaws at a glance! Is it possible... he is really a genius once in a thousand years?!"
However, Long Er didn't have time to think about it, and Ye Fan's ultimate move hit again.
The spear danced wildly, with little cold light, like the vast expanse of stars in the night sky.
The gun was airtight, and like mercury pouring down, enveloped Long Er's body.
"Whhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
In an instant, Ye Fan stabbed hundreds of spears.
With every shot, it tears the space, splits the yin and yang, and carries the supreme power of the army of Piyi, up and down the Immortal Buddha, and down and down the Yama.
Let alone Xuanyuan Ji’s Universe Dragon Guard, even the Nine Heavens Gods would tremble at it!
