Urban Madness

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The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the dark clouds are closed.

After experiencing the hustle and bustle of the day, the royal city at night is quiet.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Suddenly, two silhouettes slammed through the night, heading out of the city.

It was Ye Fan and the disciple of Xuantian Temple.

Along the way, the disciple of Xuantian Temple remained silent and moved extremely fast.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two traveled for dozens of miles and came to a dark and remote mountain col.

"Arrived!"

The man stopped, his voice hoarse, still facing Ye Fan.

Ye Fan also stopped, but Mu Qingxuan was nowhere to be seen. It was obviously not the place where Xuantian Palace was staying, but revealed a gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Ye Fan looked around, but found a very crippling scene--

In the mountain col not far away, there are hundreds of earthen graves, some with tombstones, some without.

Here, it is clearly a mass grave!

"You are not a disciple of Xuantian Palace!" Ye Fan looked at the person's back and asked sharply: "Say, who are you and what is your purpose!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, the man let out a hoarse and grim laugh, which was creepy.

"I really didn't expect that the famous champion Hou was a brave and brave man who was so easily fooled by Ben Hou!"

As he said, the person turned around, but his five senses had changed completely from before.

His skin was as pale as paper, he looked like he was in his early thirties, the bridge of his nose was high, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, creating a strange curve.

"Huh!"

The next moment, he made a big move, and suddenly there was a blood-red cloak on his body, the brilliance shone, like the blood of the enemy flowing on it.

"Blooded man?"

Although it was a questioning tone, Ye Fan had already determined the identity of this person in his heart. It was the murderous Hou Wei Wuji in blood.

Earlier, Ye Fan had received news that the crown prince and Xueyi Hou's class master had returned to the city in triumph.

"Xueyihou, you and I have no grievances and no grudges, why do you pretend to be a disciple of Xuantian Temple and lead me to this mass grave?" Ye Fan shouted, his voice implies inner strength.

"Ming people don't talk secretly! My brother Wei Yong, you killed it! Don't think about sophistry. I am good at a secret technique. Any murderer who kills my dearest relatives cannot escape the law!"

Xueyihou said, his deep eyes revealed the ray of yin, and he stared straight at Ye Fan, which contained unforgettable hatred.

Now that the other party is talking about this, Ye Fan simply admitted: "Wei Yong, I killed it! He wants to kill me, and I fight back. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"presumptuous!"

Xueyihou let out a roar, his facial features became extremely distorted, his expression grim, he gritted his teeth and said: "Wei Yong is my own brother, no one in this world dared to touch his finger, and you...you actually killed him, The sin deserves death!!!"

"Cut!" Ye Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said, "Could it be that he is only allowed to kill, but not others? It's ridiculous! Bloody, you lead me out tonight, maybe you want to avenge him! Your word of advice, immediately disappear in front of me, otherwise, be careful to take your life!"

"a ha ha ha……"

Xueyihou suddenly laughed unscrupulously and said: "Champion, you are bolder and arrogant than I thought. At this time, you dare to provoke me! You think you have defeated a few disciples of Xuantian Palace, just Can you do whatever you want? Tell you - Ben Hou is a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul, and killing you is easy! This mass grave is the place where Ben Hou chose to be buried!"

Xueyihou's words were extremely domineering, as if he had eaten Ye Fan.

In the central square during the day, he had seen Ye Fan defeating Guo Yang and Wang Ying, and even cut dozens of arenas with one sword.

However, he has absolute confidence in himself.

The world ranks Xueyihou as the top ten powerhouses in the country, but in fact, his strength is as stable as the top three.

Unlike other masters, Xueyihou was born from a meager background. He has been in the ranks for more than 20 years and has experienced countless battles.

All his moves and techniques are purely murderous.

In terms of life and death, he has the confidence to kill all enemies.

And Xueyihou had already made a plan, as long as Ye Fan was killed here, the corpse was chopped into minced meat and buried, unconsciously.

Even if the royal family pursued it, they couldn't find his head.

...

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, the sword sounded.

In Xueyihou's hand, there was a blood-colored long sword, with moiré faintly inscribed on the blade, and even at a certain distance, he could feel the murderous aura, and he did not know how many enemies' blood had been contaminated.

He rarely uses swords, because there are very few strong men who can force him to use weapons.

But what he is really good at is swords, and most people who have seen him use swords have already been killed.

"Boy, it is an honor for you to die under my sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wei Wuji's figure flashed, as if he disappeared in place, at an extreme speed.

Immediately, a blood rainbow appeared in midair, Ling Tian's sword intent gathered in it, and the surrounding air was burned until it boiled.

"Blood sword burns the sky!"

Xueyihou didn't keep any hands, carrying the might of killing and extinguishing, and attacked Ye Fan, the speed was incredible.

When he attacked Cangyun City of Qiang State before, he had used this sword to force a hole through the gate of Cangyun City and made great achievements.

And now using this trick to deal with Ye Fan, in his opinion, is like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

Facing this raging sword, Ye Fan neither summoned the Thunder Tribulation Sword nor dodged, but raised his right fist to greet the past, and shook the blood sword with his bare hands.

"court death!"

Seeing his action, Xueyihou seemed to be greatly underestimated, and the power on the blood sword was three-point strong, as if it could pierce everything in the world, and it was unstoppable.

"Give—me—get out!"

Ye Fan yelled, the immortal golden pill in the dantian was operating like a volcanic eruption. Pei Ran Moyu’s internal energy was injected into his right fist. The nine major orifice points in his right arm opened at the same time, and his power increased. Times.

"boom!"

The light above the fist is a masterpiece, and the dazzling light bursts out, like a red sun that can be seen clearly from dozens of miles away.

A punch was blasted out, like a **** pushing the sun and the moon, running across the sky, suppressing mountains and rivers, changing the color of the wind and clouds, and frightening ghosts.

"Crack!"

A clear cracking sound suddenly sounded.

In an instant, that blood sword was like paper paste, it shattered and turned into dust, without leaving any fragments.

As far as Fist Jin went, he went all the way forward, abruptly on Xue Yihou's body.

Xueyihou was like a kite with a broken line. It flew hundreds of meters and broke through an unknown number of unknown tombs before falling to the ground, vomiting blood.

The next moment, he held up his head forcibly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Fan in the distance with a **** of a ghost expression on his face.

"No! Impossible! How can your strength be so strong?!"

Because of the intense consternation, Xueyihou's voice became high-pitched and sharp, like a duck pinched by his throat.

In his opinion, no matter how amazing Ye Fan was, he was a young monk after all, only at the Golden Core Realm. His strength suppressed Ye Fan's big realm.

However, Ye Fan's punch just now was too abnormal, and it almost subverted their worldview.

Obviously it is a mortal body, but it is much harder than a spiritual weapon, and its vigorous inner strength is even more majestic, like a towering mountain.

With just one punch, he was seriously injured.

What terrifying strength is this?

It wasn't until this moment that Xueyihou truly realized Ye Fan's power, which was definitely not something he could resist.

On the other side, Ye Fan didn't change his face, he was calm as usual, and his right fist was unharmed, as if he had only done something trivial.

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

Ye Fan suddenly opened his legs, walked up to Xueyihou, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Actually, I found something wrong from the very beginning, but I don't know your identity, so I just want to take a look. What kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd!"

"You... why are you so big, aren't you afraid?" Xueyi Hou asked tremblingly.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "All conspiracy and tricks, in the face of absolute strength, are vulnerable!"