Chapter 2852: What are you calling me

This shield even spreads his sword, until it is weakened and exhausted?
blocked! ?
"Hahahaha !!!"
Zhuang Biyou looked back at this scene and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"Sword God! You can really do whatever you want !?"
"Big battle of Shenlong blood, is the first battle of my Shenlong defense!"
"Any attack will be resolved by the power of the dragon blood!"
"Even if it is a strategic-level strongman, no matter how strong our tribe is, we are not afraid!"
At this time, the tens of thousands of dragon dragon clan who followed the scene one after another urged their own dragon souls to strengthen the blood pact.
The golden red shield shields them all like a fortress in the sky.
"No wonder, shout out before you come so that everyone will keep up ..."
"It was quite thoughtful," Ye Fan sneered.
Feng Yu smiled and groaned: "Senior God, Yao Lao is dead, if Zhuang Lao dies again, our Shenlongs will lose too much.
Just now Elder Ji Zhihei made a point. Maybe we should truce today and let us investigate again? "
"Yes, yes! You are right! I think so too!"
Ji Zhihei was busy reconciling in the distance, but was afraid to approach.
"mob".
Ye Fan simply said four words.
At that moment, tens of thousands of people were silent again.
This sword god! unacceptable! Too arrogant!
"Zhuang Biyou, you will die today!"
Ye Fan said coldly, calling out the beginning again.
Seeing Ye Fan move again, Zhuang Biyou was dismissive.
"Even if your sword is stronger, you saw it just now, and it won't break the blood of our God Dragons!
With tens of thousands of people working together now, how can you be strong again? "
Zhuang Biyou looked calmly, "I can give you a chance to be investigated and talk about peace with the sword.
Otherwise, wait for a few more strategic masters of our clan, you are in danger! "
Just a few dozen elders and hundreds of ethnic people just blocked the attack.
Now tens of thousands of people have blessed the blood together, and Zhuang Biyou naturally sits more firmly on the Diaoyutai.
He reassuredly began to get rid of the sword in the wound on his leg, and recovered his flesh.
"Sword God! I don't think so, why are you against our entire clan?"
Tens of thousands of people here, not a group of children, have dozens of heavens.
Such a high-quality battle of the dragon blood, your current strength can not be broken, "Ji Zhihei advised with a smile.
Ye Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"The person I want to kill can't live."
Ye Fan didn't fall, Ye Fan's arms muscles knotted, and he held the two hands too early.
At this time, Zhuang Biyou, who was still there, was a living target!
He will pay everything for his stupidity!
"Wusou ... Shura!"
"Tenfold!"
Ye Fan slashed out this sword with all his strength!
The black and gold sword means Crescent Moon, which seems to stir the world and bring a hurricane to the sky!
Tenfold outside disintegrated, bluntly compressed into this crescent!
This requires super strong control. If Ye Fan stepped into the Eucharist and held the sword with both hands, it would not be possible to achieve triple disintegration.
Zhuang Biyou teased his face and said, "The old skills are re-implemented, and they are humiliated."
He just said, but saw that Shura Jianyi did not dissipate quickly after touching the golden red shield?
"what?"
Many people are confused.
But soon, a force that shocked everyone's dragon soul and stabbed everyone's heart and pulse, so that the tens of thousands of dragons on the scene, their faces changed greatly!
"Puff puff!……"
"Uh-"
Thousands started to vomit blood!
Start screaming!
Damaged heart pulse! Dragon Soul Shock!
"Uh-"
Above the dragon blood pact array, it sounds like the sound of a cracked eggshell.
With every break, tens of thousands of people are trembling!
"Buzz--"
The black ripples continued to spread, obviously the large array was spreading the sword, but it could not be completely blocked!
Finally, the big team can't hold it!
All of this is actually about a second!
Tens of thousands can't believe their eyes!
"impossible!!"
Zhuang Biyou screamed!
Shura Jianyi seemed to be beating black and gold death current.
Devil's mouth with a pair of teeth dancing claws, with a breath of despair!
Zhuang Biyou just returned to God and was trying to avoid it, but it was too late!
"Oh!"
Zhuang Biyou's body was split open, cracked and shattered!
The blood mist drifted, the dragon spirit disappeared!
Tens of thousands of dragons are like wooden chickens, can't believe what they see.
Feng Yuzhe waited for the blood on the corners of her mouth, and she was completely choked.
Ji Zhi convulsed with dark face and fluttered in his mouth, "Really ... really kill ..."
Ye Fan glanced lightly at the back of Ye Longyuan on the top of the mountain.
One look can convey his meaning.
He said, to kill the dragon.
Revenge.
"It's ... how is it possible that ...
"Damn! Why is this !?"
The people of the banker burst into tears, and the only blue dragon in the banker was killed! ?
Zhuang Mengdie and other juniors couldn't stop crying, crying for great ancestors.
"This is the real power of the sword ... the power to fight the demon king ..."
"Our blood pact is so big that we can withstand the strategic level, but we can't withstand the devil ..."
There was a bitter smile on the wind, who could have imagined that Ye Fan had been hiding his true strength.
At this time, Ye Fan suddenly made a noise.
"Hey ... where are you going?"
"what?"
A slightly sneaky figure stiffened from behind the crowd.
Ji Zhihei smiled and looked back, "Hey ... Sword God, there is nothing going on anyway, my family is in a hurry, leave first, and see you tomorrow!"
"I killed two dragons of Shenlong's family, don't you avenge them?" Ye Fan teased.
"Here……"
"Come, kill me," Ye Fan laughed.
Ji Zhi's black face is all green. Can I kill you? Don't I lose face?
"Dare you run, I slaughtered Dragon City today!"
As soon as this statement was made, tens of thousands of clan members at the scene were all indifferent.
They were still hurt by different sizes, and now the souls are scared!
Ye Fan waved his hand, and the flying sword appeared!
More than 100,000 flying swords, cold and dazzling, dazzling, hanging high.
Cover the sky, as the end comes.
Feeling the imperial sword sentiment from all the flying swords, and no one dared to question Ye Fan's ability to see the black and golden flames of the sky!
"What sword art? How can you make so many swords ?!"
"This ... can this be called Royal Sword Art !?"
"The sword ... is a sword demon!"
Many people groaned and sighed, shaking trembling.
Zhuang Mengdie's eyes looking at Ye Fan were full of complexity.
At first it was worship and curiosity, but now it is hatred and confusion.
He doesn't look like a wicked man, but why does it? Say this?
Ji Zhihei also looked dignified.
"Sword God, you know, I'm in the clan alliance, what do they call me on the back?"