Urban Madness

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The middle-aged man used an imperative tone, arrogant.

Ye Fan was originally going to leave. After hearing these words, his eyes were sharp like a blade.

Perhaps in the eyes of the monks of Tianshu Star, the twelve ancient aristocratic families are very scary existences, and they dare not provoke them.

But Ye Fan is someone who dares to be an enemy of a holy place!

Not to mention that these ancient aristocratic families are all in decline, even if there are nine true immortals of the Tribulation, what about it, is it stronger than the Water Moon Palace?

What's more... Since the day when he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, has Ye Fan stepped on few aristocratic children?

Even Daozi Han Xiao was defeated in his hands, what **** Luo family's young master did not look at him at all.

However, the middle-aged man on the opposite side was completely ignorant, and said deadly: "Smelly boy, what do you stare at? It is your honor to see your chasing horse, so please give it to me! Your blood is splattered here!"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered: "What a Luo family, the servants in the neighborhood, there is such a prestige! This mountain is obviously a land without a master, and now there are strange treasures born, but you draw your own circle, and brazenly want to take away the chasing wind Horse, why?"

"Just rely on our Luo Jiaqiang!"

The middle-aged man arrogantly said, "In the world of immortality, strength is respected! Not to mention that you two are liars, even if you are really from the Ruan family, you have to bow your heads in front of the Luo family! If you don't follow, then die! "

After saying this, the middle-aged man thought, and sacrificed a long sword.

As soon as this sword came out, the surrounding wind was surging and rolling, and the fierce sword intent was sprinkled over the sky, covering a radius of 10,000 meters.

Above the blade, a dazzling cold light shone, as if randomly chopped and chopped, it was enough to shatter the stars and shatter the world.

"Tian-rank spirit weapon!"

Uncle Liu exclaimed, with big beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heart was even more shocked.

The Luo family is worthy of being one of the twelve ancient families. Anyone who descends can possess such a magic weapon.

Although this is only a low-grade spiritual weapon of the heavenly rank, it is enough to be the treasure of the Zhenzong among some third- and fourth-rank forces, and it is extremely precious.

Such a background is far from the Ruan family.

"It seems that our Luo family has been in hiding for many years, and any cat or dog dare to provoke! Today, I will use this dust-breaking sword to kill you!"

As the middle-aged man said, the breath on his body suddenly became fierce.

Everything passed by, everything died.

"not good!"

Liu Bo's face changed drastically, and he immediately urged his inner strength to show his field.

"boom!"

The invisible energy ripples spread out.

Within the realm, Uncle Liu's strength skyrocketed, as if he had changed himself, turning into a god.

"Sacred stele handprint!"

Liu Boshi displayed his strongest magical powers, and a giant palm appeared in the air.

The giant palm carries the vast aura of ancient times, and the surrounding space collapses in bursts and pushes forward abruptly, seeming to be able to wipe out all enemies.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man from the Luo family was not only not afraid, but disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Those who violate my Luo family's power, kill without mercy!"

From that dust-breaking sword, a hundred-meter-long sword beam suddenly shot out, like a Tianhe hanging upside down, all over the sky.

"Crack!"

In front of Baizhang Jianmang, the big handprint of the stele presented by Uncle Liu was as fragile as thin paper and turned into powder.

Until Jianmang was cast, it was unstoppable, carrying the might of swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, rolling forward, and bombarded Liu Bo's domain forcibly.

In an instant, the domain collapsed.

Under the induction of Qi, Bo Liu's face was pale, his body shook wildly, and his throat rolled, as if he was about to vomit blood at any time.

"Small bugs, can't stand a blow, dare to come out and show your ugliness? Die!"

The middle-aged man's arrogance was even stronger, and he pierced Liu Bo's neck with a magic weapon, preparing to seal his throat with a sword.

With Uncle Liu's current state, he couldn't stop this fierce sword at all, and he didn't have time to dodge.

It's just a matter of time.

Ye Fan appeared in front of Uncle Liu like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan held his left hand behind his back, slowly stretched out his right hand, and flicked his fingers.

This posture, as if to shake the magic soldier with fingers.

The slender fingers formed a strong contrast with the dust-breaking sword that swept across the hundred-zhang sword.

It's like a world of difference!

From the perspective of others, Ye Fan's behavior is like a worm shaking a tree and a man's arm as a car.

"act recklessly!"

The middle-aged man smirked, as if he had foreseen the horror of Ye Fan being split in half.

"boom!"

The next moment, Ye Fan's right index finger flicked on the tip of the Pochen Sword.

Between the sparks and the fire, something incredible happened-

In the seemingly slender index finger, an indescribable great power burst out, like thousands of stars exploding at the same time, the ultimate power makes the surrounding space collapse, as if it is about to collapse at any time. Black hole.

This dust-breaking sword was made by the ancestor of the Luo family. Although it didn't take too much effort, it was ultimately a real world-level low-grade spiritual weapon, sharp and unstoppable.

The middle-aged man already has the cultivation base of the seventh rank of the **** of transformation, with this sword, even if he encounters the powerhouse of the eighth or nineth rank of god, he has the confidence to win.

However, at this moment, after being flicked by Ye Fan's index finger.

"Crack!"

The blade of the Broken Dust Sword shattered every inch, like glass falling to the ground, shattered to pieces.

The Baizhang sword light in the rear also disappeared without a trace.

"No! Impossible!"

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, with a **** of a ghost expression.

Flick your finger and break the magic weapon!

Even the true immortal of Crossing Tribulation, I am afraid that he does not have such strong and unmatched strength, let alone a hairy boy!

However, the middle-aged man didn't have time to be surprised. The power contained in this finger, like a drill bit tearing the sky, gathered at one point and blasted his body abruptly.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, and the energy fluctuations I'm afraid spread in all directions, and the closer trees were uprooted by the strong wind.

As for the middle-aged man, it is more like a kite with a broken line, flying upside down for thousands of meters before falling to the ground.

Looking into the distance, I saw a huge hole in the middle-aged man's chest, which was almost punched through. The blood instantly stained his body and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.

In addition, his arms, legs, and shoulders also showed weird distortions, which were obviously affected. The whole person was like a rickety shrimp, limp to the ground, dying.

On the other hand, Ye Fan slowly retracted his right hand, there was no flaw on the slender index finger, and it was not damaged at all.

That calm and calm look was as easy as flicking a fly away, effortlessly.

One finger broken **** soldier!

Destroy powerful enemies with one finger!

Seeing this scene, Liu Bo's face was full of shock that could not be concealed, and there was a huge wave in his heart, and he was extremely surprised.

Although he had known that Ye Fan was very strong, he didn't expect to be so strong that he was a "perverted" level.

He could feel that Ye Fan didn't use any supernatural powers, just using pure physical power, there was such a miraculous effect.

What a terrifying force is this?

The power of five hundred dragons?

The power of eight hundred dragons?

Or the power of a thousand dragons?

...

Suddenly, Ye Fan's figure flashed, appeared in front of the middle-aged man, looked at him condescendingly, and coldly said: "What **** Luo family, but that's it! Next time you want to block the way, first weigh whether you have the ability! "

"you!!!"

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Fan fiercely, both in pain and anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, you are dead! No one who offends our Luo family has a good end!"

"What a big tone!" Ye Fan said coldly, not paying attention to this threat at all.

"If you have a kind, don't run away. The young master is in the mountains, and he will avenge me! Of course, if you are scared or persuaded, you still have to go as far as you can. When you see the Luo family, you can go around!" The middle-aged man deliberately used the radical method.

"Absurd! Don't say anything about the Luo Family Master, even if the Luo Family Patriarch is here, what about it?"

With that said, Ye Fan turned his head and said to Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, take this guy, let's go into the mountains and meet the young master of the Luo family. By the way, we will collect the strange treasure that was born!"

"Yes!" Liu Bo nodded, and immediately caught the middle-aged man into the car.