Chapter 1610: Within a few minutes, people are all enemies of the country!

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"Huh! Who dares to hurt my child?!"
This roar contained monstrous anger, as if it could burn the sky and destroy the world.
"Huh!"
A dazzling beam of light tore through the clouds and struck from far away, piercing hundreds of miles away in an instant.
Everyone present could feel the terrifying power in this beam of light, which completely surpassed the limit of the transformation stage.
This is the power that belongs to the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation!
"boom!"
When the blade light was only an inch away from Shang Xiang's neck, the beam of light came violently, impartially leaning against the middle blade light.
The two tyrannical forces collided and burst out with great power.
Under the influence of the air wave, Shang Xiang's body flew upside down for several tens of meters, thus escaping.
"Crack!"
The next moment, the beam of light pierced the blade light and continued to blast forward on the mountain wall, knocking out a huge hole, shaking the surrounding mountains.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's eyes showed jealousy, his whole body tense, as if he was facing an enemy.
Although he just wielded a sword light at will, under the blessing of the God Burial Sword, no one can take it.
And this beam of light that has passed through hundreds of miles can actually crush it, which shows the horror.
The identity of the visitor is self-evident
City Lord Longxiang, Shang Tianxiao!
"boom!"
A majestic, supreme power, billowing, the flowing clouds on the horizon were tossed.
All the monks in the valley felt an extremely strong sense of oppression, as if a large mountain was pressing on their body, not only could they breathe out, they even instinctively felt a sense of surrender, wanting to crawl on the ground.
This kind of power is so vast that it is definitely not imaginable by the cultivators of the transformation stage.
It's like an unarmed child, facing a warrior armed to his teeth, no matter how you resist, it won't help.
The gap in absolute power cannot be made up by God's channel technique.
...
After a few breaths, a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air in the valley.
From the outside, he is about forty years old, with a full sky, a face with Chinese characters, and a red brocade dress with tigers and leopards embroidered on his chest. It is a symbol of the bureaucracy of the Daxia Dynasty.
Shang Tianxiao possessed a pair of sharp eyes, scanning the audience, making everyone feel like a knife.
"Stab!"
In the air, there was a spark visible to the naked eye unexpectedly, generating electricity in the void.
A powerhouse of this level can already put his will into his eyes, and he doesn't even have to do it himself. A casual glance can make people shattered and lose their resistance.
"My father!"
Seeing Shang Tianxiao’s appearance, Shang Xiang was like a drowning man. He was overjoyed when he saw the life-saving straw. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to Ye Fan and yelled: "It’s this stinky boy. He injured his brother first, and just paid him back. Want to kill me, it's a heinous crime! I asked my father to take action and call the shots for me!"
"Xiaoxiang, don't worry! Although being a father is not a supreme overlord, in this three-acre area of ​​Longxiang City, anyone who dares to provoke our Shang family is seeking his own death!"
Shang Tianxiao's words and words are like swords, revealing an undisguised murderous spirit.
If he just came a moment later, Shang Xiang would probably be a corpse now.
What's more, his youngest son Shang Hui was also seriously injured by Ye Fan. He is still lying in bed, unable to move.
New hatred and old hatred, added together, how does this make him not angry?
Suddenly, Shang Tianxiao glared at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, who gave you the courage to be an enemy of my Shang family, don't you really know how to write the word'death'? ?!"
After saying that, the brocade suit on his body has no wind automatically, blooming with a terrifying aura like an ancient demon, as if he is about to kill Ye Fan at any time.
The atmosphere in the court was tense and tense.
At this moment, Princess Hongyi suddenly stepped forward to Ye Fan's, Zhu Lips whispered:
"Ye Fan, this princess will give you one last chance-as long as you cooperate to surrender the fire of Nine Nether Soul Devouring Flames, and then surrender the cultivation secrets of the thundery sound magical powers, this princess can not only save your life, I can also recommend you to become a guard of the royal family, from now on, you will rise to the top!"
Hearing this, Shang Tianxiao's face changed slightly.
Regarding his status, although he is the lord of Longxiang City and will be promoted in the near future, the lord Hongyi is the most favored daughter of the prince and a genuine royal family member.
Counting it all, she should call "Uncle" from Emperor Xia.
In her capacity, if Ye Fan really wanted to cover Ye Fan, even Shang Tianxiao would be helpless.
What's more, the gray-robed old man next to her seemed ordinary, but in fact revealed an unfathomable aura, and Shang Tianxiao did not dare to underestimate it.
On the other hand, Shang Hui was really anxious.
In his opinion, Ye Fan would definitely agree to this situation.
After all, Ye Fan only needs to pay a "small" price to get the asylum of Hongyi Princess and even become the royal guard.
As long as Ye Fan agreed, then their Shang family would have no hope of revenge.
...
The next moment, contrary to everyone's expectations, Ye Fan shook his head, and said with his head high:
"Princess, sorry! I will never be someone’s running dog, not even the Great Xia Dynasty! If you want the fire of Nine Nether Soul Eater, you can grab it by your ability, but if you want me to give it up, then no may!"
Upon hearing this, an incredible expression appeared on the cheeks of Princess Hongyi.
In her opinion, Ye Fan should immediately kneel to the ground, thanking Dade.
Surprisingly, Ye Fan rejected her kindness and was so decisive and resolute without any hesitation.
Is this dying?
"Good! Good! Good!"
Princess Hongyi laughed in anger, turned his head to look at Shang Tianxiao, and said: "City Lord Shang, you can do it, but try not to destroy this guy's body, I still have a great use!"
"Yes!" Shang Tianxiao nodded, killing intent boiling in her eyes.
Now that the princess had opened the golden mouth, he didn't have to worry about anything. The breath on his body skyrocketed and climbed endlessly, and his body seemed to have become extremely majestic, giving people a feeling of the sky above the sky and the feet on the ground.
"Boom!"
Even if he hadn't made any move, the space around him began to twist, crumble, and collapse.
Crossing the catastrophe is true, terrifying.
"dead!"
Shang Tianxiao yelled loudly, then slammed a fist, breaking through the air with a fist intent to deter purgatory and crush Sheji.
This fist seems to be above all living beings, ignoring the body, ignoring defenses, and hitting the soul directly.
Even at a certain distance, Ye Fan could feel the horror in it, as if the doomsday was coming.
Princess Hongyi said before that Ye Fan's body is needed, even a corpse.
Therefore, Shang Tianxiao only displayed such an attack method, which seems invisible, but it can have a devastating blow to the monk's spirit, and even beat the enemy's three souls and seven souls.
In an instant, Ye Fan was in a trance and lost his mind, as if lost in confusion.
Everything in the line of sight dissipated, leaving only this fist intent, falling from the sky, shattering the void, as if even the nine gods would be shattered by a punch, and the world would tremble for it.
Ye Fan had a strong hunch that his thinking would be obliterated by this fist, completely becoming an idiot and a vegetable.
"Huh!"
At the critical moment, Wei Lao screamed like a violent shout, making Ye Fan sober.
Ye Fan did not hesitate, his figure retreated violently.
Although the horror fist touched his body, after all, he was baptized by the light of destiny, not only the physical body, but also his spiritual consciousness was strengthened. Although he felt dizzy, he did not worry about his life.
"what?"
Seeing this scene, Shang Tianxiao raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a mere "ant" in the infant stage could escape the punch of his own soul.
However, he had absolute confidence in his own strength and was not discouraged. He continued to launch an offensive with his fingers and fists.
"Point to the sky!"
"King Kong breaks the magic fist!"
This sky-cutting finger is a heavenly-level magical power. It cuts out with one finger, and separates the surrounding space from the great world, creating an invisible cage, sealing Ye Fan’s location, and making it impossible to hide. , Can't escape this world.
The King Kong Demon Fist, which is also a heavenly supernatural power, is more domineering and stronger.
Rays of light like golden meteors shot out from his fist, like a large shower of meteors falling from the sky.
In each punch, there is the strongest strength, destroying the dead, showing unparalleled power.
Under such indiscriminate bombardment, no transforming monk could be spared.
Although Princess Hongyi reminded him to ask for Ye Fan's entire body, Shang Tianxiao couldn't take care of that much in his anger.
Seeing these two peerless supernatural powers, many monks in the audience showed their expressions of worship and exclaimed:
"Oh my God! As expected of City Lord Shang, he is so powerful!"
"Who will fight for the front when the true immortal Crossing Tribulation comes out?"
"Huh! Wasn't that kid arrogant just now? Compared with the magical powers of his thundery sound and the monk city lord, it is nothing short of a witch!"
"I bet that kid can't hold on for ten seconds!"
...
Almost everyone is not optimistic about Ye Fan.
Shang Xiang looked at Ye Fan's eyes as if he was looking at a corpse.
The gray-robed old man beside the Lord Hongyi also shook his head and whispered: "It's a good seedling, but it's ruined by pride, death is not a pity!"
Under the attention of the public, those golden meteor-like fist lights blasted Ye Fan's body abruptly.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The clashing sounds, like indiscriminate bombing, one after another.
However, in the next moment, an incredible picture appeared in everyone's sight
Ye Fan, who was supposed to be killed by the fist, was still standing, his breath of life did not decay in the slightest.
Although he was not unharmed, there were only dozens of black green patches on his body.
Looking at this posture, he also suffered some minor injuries.
"how is this possible?!"
Everyone in the venue was dumbfounded and dumbfounded. If they didn't know the grievances between Ye Fan and Shang Family, they even suspected that Shang Tianxiao was releasing water.
The supreme magical powers of the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation, there is no other way than a monk at the Nascent Soul Stage, which is really incredible.
And Shang Tianxiao was also about to split his eyes, feeling unprecedented anger, and gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, if you have some skill, the old man underestimated you! But, this is all!"
"Innately grabbing a good hand!"
As soon as the voice fell, Shang Tianxiao shot out, like a dragon that had turned into Tengyuan, and was so bold and powerful that it could crush the eternal sky.
It's another heavenly power!
In an instant, he appeared in front of Ye Fan as if he had shrunk into an inch, with his right hand sticking out like a dragon's claw, carrying an irresistible force, and forcibly pinched Ye Fan's throat.
Between his palms, it seemed that he was in control of the most terrifying and decimated power in the world. With just a little bit of strength, Ye Fan's neck could be broken.
"Boy, do you have any last words to say?" Shang Tianxiao asked viciously, as if he had already secured the victory.
Facing the death close at hand, Ye Fan behaved very calmly, his face didn't change, he didn't even frown, as if it was not himself who was pinched by his throat.
"City Lord Shang, have you heard a word?" Ye Fan said.
"What are you talking about?" Shang Tianxiao asked back.
"Within a few minutes, everyone is an enemy!"
"What does this mean?" Shang Tianxiao thought for a moment, but still puzzled.
"Now, you and I are close at hand, and the distance is quite close. Even if you are in a high position, have the power of the world, and even have the power of a country, it is useless! Everyone is angry, blood splashing five steps, nothing more!"
Ye Fan said, a mysterious smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and his heart moved, and there was an unremarkable wooden sword in his right hand.
Sacred Artifact-Wuxiang Sword!