Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Tear!

A ray of sword light tore through the sky, sweeping away the turbidity of the world.

With a puff, Juejian's cheek was sliced ​​through, blood burst out, and half of his face became bloody.

"what……"

Juejian screamed, both in pain and anger.

Who is he?

Known as the No. [-] Sword Immortal in Kyushu, he was cut by a sword.

What frightened and annoyed him the most was Ye Fan's words that fueled the flames in his ears: "You humble immortal, are you guilty? Today Shu Mountain is destroyed because of you, are you ashamed? What face do you have to see in Huangquan?" The ancestors of the Shu Mountains?"

Pfft!

Hearing this, Jue Jian spurted blood on the spot, clenched his fists tightly, bleeding from half of his face cut by the sword qi, the blood was bright red and coquettish, as brilliant as a sunburst.

"Zhuzi...you are fine...very good..."

Juejian gritted his teeth, his whole body was glittering and translucent, his hair stood on end, he suffered such a great humiliation, it was difficult to swallow this breath.

"Hehe, is this a fairy?" Ye Fan stepped in the void, chasing after him, and said in amazement: "Isn't it too rubbish? It's just lowered the lower limit of a fairy!"

It's not just the words that make people angry, especially the smile on his face that makes people angry.

When Juejian heard this, his blood boiled, and his anger rushed straight to Tianlinggai.

His face was flushed sickly, and he was ashamed and angry.

Being humiliated by a martial artist, even his cheek was chopped off, and even his head was almost cut off.

This is such a disgrace that no words can express it.

At this moment, Jue Jian's face was covered with blood, dripping and dripping.

His heart was full of anger, the ants he looked down upon dared to swing a sword at him, hurting his face.

Moreover, the speech situation, full of mockery and sarcasm, drove him crazy.

"Hey, if you want to run, you'd better go faster. I'm very fast!"

Ye Fan came chasing after him, his domineering aura was unparalleled, his white robe was not stained with blood, and he danced like a fairy.

The whole person's fighting spirit was soaring, like an evil Shura crawling out of hell to take his life.

Chapter 1805 A hypocrite, arrogant and conceited!

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Jue Jian's face was livid with anger, a martial artist dared to say such words to him.

Let him escape?

What disrespect, what contempt and situation, this is blasphemy.

But Juejian didn't dare to stay, because Hetu Luoshu was too terrifying, and his history was outrageous, enough to alarm those great immortals in the depths of the galaxy.

If he dared to turn back and fight, there would be only one ending, and that would be blood staining the blue sky, and it would be regarded as a violent death.

The most important thing is that he is so arrogant that he is not qualified to fight Hetu Luoshu at all.

The two are not at the same level at all. Hetu Luoshu is an existence that can shake the saint, reverse the chaos, and reverse the galaxy.

Juejian was in a panic and rushed towards Shenjian Peak in a panic.

He was filled with anger because the bastard told him to run faster.

And he really did it, even if he felt ashamed and had no face to speak of.

Juejian holds himself as a fairy, overlooks the common people, and despises the Kyushu. He has been aloof and respected for many years.

The common people of Kyushu will worship him, and the monks of Kyushu will dare to make mistakes when they see him.

Now, he has fallen into such a mess, so his anger is unbearable.

"Immortals are nothing more than that, and flee for their lives in a panic. I don't know what is so proud and dignified?"

Ye Fan slowly chased after him, chattering like a chatterbox.

His tone was full of disdain, and every word he said was full of coldness.

The resentment in Jue Jian's eyes was slowing down, his whole body was full of vigor and energy like a river, and his hair danced wildly, as if he was about to burn at any moment.

In Kyushu, no one has ever dared to humiliate him like this, not even the other head teachers and abbots of Kunlun and Tianlong Temple dared.

He couldn't swallow this breath.

"You will pay a heavy price for what you have done at this moment." Jue Jian's eyes were dark and precarious, and his expression was unmatched.

Tear!

Ye Fan raised his hand, the magic sword was shining, and the flowing sword glowed with thunder, and he slashed forward.

The dharma sword contains world-shattering sword intent, and if it is cultivated to the extreme, it can disrupt the sky and stand on the sun and the moon.

At this moment, Ye Fan was integrated into the thunder again, and turned into a thunder sword and wild dragon on the spot, looking up to the sky and roaring, brave and mighty, swallowing the sun and the moon, bursting out billions of thunder and sword lights.

Amidst the rumbling sound, thunder billowed like a volcano erupting.