"who is it?!"
Ye Fan suddenly turned around and saw a silver-haired monk standing in front of him.
He looked about forty years old. He was wearing a simple cyan gown with a jade-like face, no wrinkles on his face, long brows and star eyes, and a pair of dark pupils were very deep.
Even if standing still on the spot, they all revealed a domineering aura, directly pressing on Ye Fan, with a magnificent aura, giving people a feeling of the world collapsed and the world collapsed.
If it were an ordinary monk, he would be frightened and unable to move by this man.
At this moment, the silver-haired man stands proudly in front of him, as if blending with the whole world, standing high above him, like a god.
For a moment, Ye Fan's body was tight, as if facing a big enemy.
"Hahaha... You can't find a place to go through the iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it! Boy, you still have the grievances of the Son, you kill the Son!"
The man's eyes were cold, his aura was like a rainbow, and a cold air burst out of his body, causing Ye Fan's body to tremble, and he took a few steps back.
"You are Nan Yutian?"
Ye Fan condensed his inner breath and stabilized his position. Judging from the attitude and conversation of the person, it was very similar to the elder Nan Yutian of Taiyi Holy Land that Yan Qingsi said.
"Huh [Didaxs novel www.didaxs.info]?"
Hearing what Ye Fan said, Nan Yutian was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Fan to know his name.
Nan Yutian was puzzled, but it didn't matter anymore.
He had discovered the tragic death of the Saint Son before, and then used the Supreme Secret Technique to follow the karma in the dark to find here all the way, to avenge the Eastern Emperor Aotian.
"Boy, since you have heard of the name of this seat, you have admitted the fact that you have harmed the Son?"
"Mutilation? Senior, what you said is wrong!" Ye Fan shook his head.
"What do you mean?"
Nan Yutian looked at Ye Fan and felt a mysterious aura from this kid's body, as if some unfathomable power was guarding him, which made him also feel a little pressure.
Of course, as the top master of the Ninth Stage of Crossing Tribulation, Nan Yutian certainly wouldn't be afraid of any opponents.
"Huh! The Taiyi Holy Land is the ruler of the Eastern Desolate Galaxy, and the Saint Child is a genius without a single, and I am just an ordinary monk of the Big Dipper Galaxy. Do I have the ability to'mutilate' your Saint Child?" Ye Fan Asked rhetorically.
"This……"
Nan Yutian choked for a while, speechless.
He did feel a little strange!
Ye Fan only has the cultivation base of the Ninth Transformation of God, so how can such a tiny ant kill the Saint Child of Dujie Bazhong?
In this, I don't know what's strange.
But he believed in his own judgment.
"Humph! Regardless of the truth, you killed Donghuang Aotian, there is no doubt about it! As the elder of Taiyi Holy Land, it is absolutely impossible to let you go!"
Nan Yutian said coldly, with a biting cold light in his eyes.
"Senior, I did meet Donghuang Aotian. He continued to provoke him along the way. Every time I encounter a dangerous situation, he makes me go forward and try. When I encounter a treasure, I will it and kill me! He wants to kill me. I can never kill with my neck, wash my neck and let him kill, right?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Smelly boy, actually accuse me of the holy son of Taiyi Holy Land, so I am looking for death!"
The Southern Imperial Heavenly Sword flashed, and a powerful aura pressed forward, and the surrounding space shattered.
"Ok?"
This is the aura of a top powerhouse, looking at the entire galaxy, there are rare existences.
Ye Fan didn't dare to be careless, desperately urging his inner strength, and abruptly held the terrifying momentum.
"what?"
Nan Yutian raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face: "Good boy, the cultivation base of the Ninth Turn of God, who can resist the momentum of this seat and not get down, you are also considered a genius!"
Originally, Nan Yutian thought that Ye Fan was out of shit, and did not know Donghuang Aotian.
But at this moment, he found that Ye Fan's strength was good, and he must have a place beyond ordinary monks.
"Boy, if it's in other circumstances, this seat will have the heart to cherish talents, but you can open the net! But if you kill Donghuang Aotian, he is Taiyi's sacred land and the son of Donghuang Taiyi! For whatever reason, this seat will not let you go!"
At this moment, in Nan Yutian's eyes, a sharp cold light flashed, and the murderous intent appeared suddenly, as if the next moment was about to kill.
"Senior, you are a top-notch expert, do you want to bully the small with the big one?" Ye Fan asked back.
Before, Yan Qingsi had warned him, if you encounter Nan Yutian, don't have any hesitation and run away.
But when Nan Yutian came, he felt the changes in the surrounding atmosphere, as if there was an invisible barrier.
Nan Yutian had made perfect preparations long ago, and it was almost impossible to escape in his hands.
"Hahaha, boy, it's useless for you to use the radical technique! If this constellation lets you go today, then I don’t have to hang around in the Taiyi Holy Land, and even the entire Eastern Desolation Galaxy will mock me. This constellation will definitely not Allow this to happen!"
Nan Yutian's voice was extremely cold, and his aura changed completely, as if a of death had come to the world!
Ye Fan shuddered, his hair was horrified, and he got goose bumps.
"Is this the strength of the top true fairy?"
Ye Fan could feel that the Nan Yutian in front of him, and the Donghuang Aotian before him, although only one realm away, weren't of the same level at all!
After cultivating to the Ninth Stage of Crossing Tribulation, according to the difference of talent and understanding, even at the same realm, the gap will become larger and larger.
And the Nan Yutian in front of him is a very talented existence, and his understanding is basically comparable to that of the Immortal Venerable. Maybe it will not take many years before he can hope to become the Supreme Immortal Venerable.
"Senior, since you want to kill me, I can't help it, please do it!"
Ye Fan waved his hand in a gesture of grabbing.
But in the dark, he was ready, ready to sacrifice all kinds of assassins at the bottom of the box.
Even if you struggle with the price of serious injury, you must find a way to escape.
Seeing Ye Fan's behavior, Nanyu Tianmeifeng shuddered and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you are also a tianjiao, so let me give you a chance!"
"Oh? What opportunity?" Ye Fan asked immediately.
"If you can take this seat without dying, this seat will let you go!" Nan Yutian said.
"One sword?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, it is a sword!" Nan Yutian nodded.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Ye Fan's surface was calm, but there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.
Life and death with one sword!
This is a great opportunity for Ye Fan, and he must grasp it.
"Humph!"
Nan Yutian just sneered, he saw Ye Fan's inner joy.
But the reason why he proposed this bet was not to let Ye Fan go, but deliberately...
It's like the cat is not in a hurry to eat the mouse after catching it, but wants to play around.
"Boy, it seems that you are very confident and sure to take a sword from this seat?!" Nan Yutian raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, of course you have to fight before you know it!" Ye Fan replied.
Ye Fan is very confident in his own strength. If he fights life and death, he has almost no chance of winning against a strong man like Shangnan Yutian.
But he wanted a sword to kill himself, it was absolutely impossible.
"Senior, take out the sword, let me learn about your strength!"
Ye Fan said loudly, a eager dart flag, waiting for how powerful a sword Nan Yutian could give.
The opponent that Ye Fan fought before, the strongest one was similar to Donghuang Aotian, who crossed the Eighth Stage of Tribulation.
A long time ago, although he had discussed with Emperor Xia, his cultivation was too weak after all, and Emperor Xia did not use his full strength.
Now encountering the true immortal of the Nine Tribulations, it is also an opportunity to prove the martial art.
"This seat has been there for many years, and I have never seen such a mad monk! Could it be...you look down on this sword of this seat?" Nan Yutian snapped.
"Senior, I was joking, you are a top-notch, how could I look down on you? However, the junior has the confidence to defend against this sword, please don't forget your promise!" Ye Fan said.
"Huh! I haven't made a sword yet, do you really think you are going to win? Look at the move!"
Nan Yutian became angry, and then held the hilt in his right hand and slowly drew the sword.
He draws the sword not fast, but it implies the truth of heaven.
The next moment, something incredible happened
Mingming Nan Yutian was right in front of Ye Fan, but his breath seemed to have disappeared, and he couldn't capture it at all, as if he had jumped out of the Five Elements and was not in the Three Realms.
"How is this possible!"
Ye Fan's face changed wildly, and his heart was shaken.
A monk of this level does not rely on the naked eye to capture sword moves, but relies on divine consciousness. First, he needs to lock the opponent’s breath.
Now that even the aura has disappeared, how does this make Ye Fan judge the opponent's position? !
