Chapter 1457: One cannot stay alive!

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What is peerless?
At the time, it was unparalleled in the world!
The true king, who has reached the summit, is destined to be lonely, standing on the top of the cloud, all the monks of the same generation have been stepped under their feet, and they can only look back.
However, not every era will give birth to such a peerless king!
Characters like this can be mass-produced not only by relying on the natural treasures, miraculous medicines, and mysterious techniques. It takes great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunities to have such a possibility!
For thousands of years, there have been few such figures, but each one has left a bright chapter in history, or created a dynasty for one of the saints, and is admired and worshipped by future generations.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone in the field, Ye Fan is such a peerless king!
When he was at the Fire Spirit Star, Ye Fan had rejected the olive branch thrown by the saint Mu Qingxuan and declared that he would join the First-Rank power.
At that time, everyone ridiculed him, ridiculed him, thinking that he was absolutely impossible.
Not to mention the monks of the lower planes, even the supreme arrogance of the higher planes, it is difficult to join the Yunhai Immortal Gate or the Great Xia Dynasty.
But now, with the golden core stage cultivation base, Ye Fan cut off the head of the Seventh Rank Transformation Powerhouse.
Such a feat is enough to cause an uproar in the entire world of cultivation.
Looking at the entire Tianshu Star, there are few young monks who can match him!
"Huh!"
At this moment, a beam of light suddenly erupted from the Niwan Palace of the Fifth Elder.
Immediately, a primordial villain flew out, about the size of a foot, and his body was shining, looking exactly the same as the five elders.
This is the soul of the five elders!
When cultivating to the Soul Realm of the Second Transformation of God, the cultivator can condense his spiritual consciousness into an entity.
This kind of primordial spirit is hundreds of times stronger than the primordial spirit of the earth cultivator. A single thought can call the wind and call the rain.
Ye Fan's blade was unstoppable and unstoppable, although he cut off the head of the fifth elder.
But this was only a pure physical attack, and did not contain a spiritual attack, so the five elders were lucky enough to escape.
"Wow!"
In an instant, the primordial spirit of the five elders floated towards the direction of the Xuantiangong disciple, so fast that he did not dare to stay for a second.
Immediately a disciple greeted her and took out a lot of panacea to warm her soul.
Her body has been damaged and can't be used anymore. If the soul is destroyed, it is really the Dao's death and fall here.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan did not chase after him to make up his knife, because at this moment, he was already at the end of the battle.
Wei Lao said that after borrowing power, he will fall into a period of weakness.
But now, the majestic power quickly dissipated like a low tide, and replaced by an unprecedented weakness, as if he was pressing a ten thousand mountains, and he couldn't even lift his arms.
The serious injury crushed by Zhen Tianyin also broke out, and the pain deep in the bone marrow came to my heart.
If it were for another person, I would have long since wailed and even passed out in pain.
Ye Fan was calm on the surface, even if he was suffering unimaginable pain, he still did not reveal any flaws and clues.
Standing with a knife, his eyes are like electricity, sweeping the audience, invisibly revealing the dominance of the world.
Many Xuantian Temple disciples didn't dare to look at him at all, and all bowed their heads.
...
Suddenly, after the fifth elder's soul was warmed up, he turned and looked at Ye Fan, his eyes were full of hatred, as if a flame of revenge was burning in it, and the entire world would be burned.
"Kill this kid! Go up together and kill him for me!"
The five elders let out a hoarse roar, wishing to slash Ye Fan a thousand swords to relieve his hatred.
An ancient sect like Xuantian Palace pays attention to inheritance and etiquette. Even if the people in the field are not direct disciples of the five elders, they must respect her and obey her orders.
However, at this moment, the dozens of Xuantian Temple disciples still stood in place, not daring to move.
Seeing this scene, the fifth elder was even more angry, and screamed again: "Are you all deaf, how dare you disobey this elder's order? Don't hurry up? Otherwise, I will return to the sect, I will be heavy Punish you!"
Hearing this, several disciples were ready to move and seemed to want to do something.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Ye Fan stepped out and raised the burial sword.
In the sunshine, the blade was sharp, and drops of blood slid down, sputtering red lotus on the ground.
"Who dares to move, I kill who!"
Ye Fan's voice was low and hoarse, containing unparalleled domineering and killing intent.
This is an unabashed threat!
A simple sentence contains incredible magic.
One person, one sword, lay ahead, slaughter gods and immortals, who will fight for the front.
In an instant, all the disciples of the Xuantian Palace seemed to have been subjected to a fixation technique, standing still in place, unable to move at all.
Although Ye Fan's body was bruised and bruised, his body was incomplete, and his body was bloody, he might not even be able to make a cut!
But they don’t dare to bet...really don’t dare to bet!
If Ye Fan still has spare energy, can swing a knife, and can fight, all the disciples of the Xuantian Palace in that scene will be splashed with blood on the spot and be killed.
Even the fifth elder of the seventh rank of God Transformation is not Ye Fan's opponent, so what resistance do they use?
Even if they occupy an absolute advantage in numbers, facing Ye Fan, they are silent.
Suddenly, the saint Mu Qingxuan walked out of the crowd, and a complicated expression appeared on the pretty face of the allure.
Although she admired Ye Fan before, she didn't expect Ye Fan to have such an accomplishment, and even throw herself away.
"Master Ye, there is no deep hatred between us. If we continue to fight, it will not be good for both parties. It is better to turn the fighting into a jade silk. I promise with my reputation that the five elders will never retaliate against you afterwards, and you will win the friendship of Xuantian Palace!" Mu Qingxuan suggested.
Ye Fan pondered for a moment, and said, "Saint, I believe you! However, I still have a few conditions!"
"Please speak!" Mu Qingxuan said.
"First, I want the dead old woman to apologize to me!" Ye Fan said proudly.
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
"Smelly boy, don't take too much of an inch!" The five elders roared with cracked eyes.
"If she doesn't agree, there will be no more talk about it!"
Ye Fan said coldly, and then took a step forward holding the God Burial Sword, his attitude was extremely tough, as if he was about to kill in the next moment.
Seeing his movements, many Xuantiangong disciples stepped back a few steps, their bodies tensed, like a big enemy, big beads of perspiration came out on their foreheads.
And Mu Qingxuan turned around and looked at the fifth elder's soul and said: "Fifth elder, this is the best choice now. Please take care of the overall situation! Take a step back and take a step back!"
Hearing this, everyone in the venue felt a little ironic.
Because not long ago, Mu Qingxuan used these words to persuade Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chose not to bear or retreat, just to be arrogant to the end!
Facts have proved that Ye Fan is not only arrogant, but also has arrogant capital, becoming the ultimate winner.
All of a sudden, the five elders' faces were blue and white, as if being slapped invisible, angry and embarrassed.
In her capacity, has she ever bowed her head to apologize?
But now, even she couldn't tell whether Ye Fan had the power to fight again.
After a long time, as if experiencing a battle between heaven and man, the fifth elder turned his head to look at Ye Fan and said loudly: "Hey! Boy, the old man is wrong, I apologize to you!"
Her tone was cold, hard and reluctant.
"Humph!" Ye Fan sneered, "Is this a tone of apology? Dead old lady, if you are not sincere, then forget it, I don't like to force people!"
"you!!!"
The five elders shivered with anger, as if they were wronged.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally lowered her arrogant head and said in a humble tone: "Your Excellency is supernatural, the old man is not an opponent, all the fault lies with me!"
Upon seeing this, Ye Fan nodded in satisfaction.
In this case, he couldn't kill the Fifth Elder, and it was already the limit to make her bow her head.
"Young Master Ye, do you have any more conditions?" Mu Qingxuan asked again.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at He Ming, He Gang and others, with rich murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and said every word:
"The He family is a group of wicked people who secretly attacked, hired assassins, and wanted to put the Qiao family to death! The murderers are always killed, and they can't stay alive!"