Urban Madness

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According to the rumors, those great abilities that have reached the top, such as the emperor Xia and the true immortals of Qingming, have been trained to be supreme treasures, and every part of the body has incredible power.

One finger can break the world, one punch can break the void, one kick can shake the world.

However, Ye Fan is just a human teenager who has turned six.

With a light finger, he blocked the full blow of the little wolf king after being transformed into a beast. Such a scene caused an unprecedented visual impact on all the monster races in the field.

Not only the ordinary monster clan, but even the Demon Wolf King's face changed wildly, with an incredible appearance.

Such strength is too amazing, surpassing the limit of everyone's imagination.

With one instruction, it is beyond strength.

Little Wolf King had already blushed, urging the power of the ancestor's blood in his body, but no matter how hard he tried, it was like sinking into the sea.

Not to mention crushing Ye Fan, he couldn't even bend that index finger.

Until this moment, Little Wolf King truly realized the power of Ye Fan, and the blow of his own effort to give up his life and forget his death was still useless.

More importantly, the ground under Ye Fan's feet was still intact, not even a centimeter was cracked, and the physical body alone carried all the strength.

This means that Ye Fan still has spare power, and has not used all the power at all.

On the fighting platform.

Ye Fan is tall and straight, with a finger pointing towards the sky, like a deity, enough to sweep nine heavens and ten places, and three thousand worlds.

This stalwart figure is deeply imprinted in the souls of everyone in the field, and it will not be forgotten even for thousands of years.

Suddenly, Ye Fan raised his head slightly, looked at the little wolf king who was close at hand, and said lightly: "Your strength is not weak, but it's a pity... you met me!"

Not weak!

These two words are simply a great humiliation to Little Wolf King.

He has always been proud, and he asked himself if he was strong enough to sweep his peers, if he went out of the ruins to the outside world, he would be nothing less than the prince Qin Xuance and the Taoist Han Xiao.

But he never expected that he was just "not weak" in Ye Fan's eyes.

At this moment, many monster races in the field also recovered from their shock, staring straight at Ye Fan, exclaiming again and again:

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"

"Human youth, there are such methods, one finger of supernatural power, shocking the world!"

"I have never seen such a powerful young monk! Since he is not a disciple of the ancestor of the hogman, he is the descendant of which sect in the ruins?"

There were a lot of big demons present, and they had also seen the Human Race Tianjiao of Jiuzong and Shicheng.

But compared to Ye Fan in front of him, those arrogances were not worth mentioning.

...

Suddenly, Ye Fan looked at Little Wolf King with sharp eyes and said coldly:

"get out!"

While speaking, the 81 small dantians in Ye Fan's body simultaneously exerted force, and the majestic internal energy erupted from the index finger of his right hand.

"Wow!"

The body of the little wolf king flew off the fighting platform again, and smashed to the ground severely, extremely miserable.

After a few seconds, his body shrank suddenly, exited the beast state, and returned to half-human and half-demon.

Not only did he not recover from his broken right arm, but he also added shocking injuries to his body, like falling into the abyss from the clouds.

"ended!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, pacing down the fighting platform, like a born king.

Not far away, the Demon Wolf King's face was extremely gloomy, even uglier than eating shit.

Today is his one-thousand-year-old birthday feast, which should have been the most beautiful and glorious moment.

The group of demons came to congratulate him and offered countless gifts, and the blood bodhi sent by the ancestor of the hogman also made him greatly satisfied.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of Ye Fan completely ruined this birthday banquet, beating his biological son violently in his territory and in front of him.

However, this was still a fair duel. It was because Little Wolf King was inferior in skill, and he was completely defeated, without any excuse.

"Step! Step! Step!"

After Ye Fan got off the fighting platform, he walked towards the ancestors of the hogman, the old prince and others.

However, when Ye Fan passed by the little wolf king, a vicious look suddenly appeared in the little wolf king's eyes.

Anger starts from the heart, evil grows to the gall!

If Ye Fan was allowed to leave so swaggeringly, then the famous name of Little Wolf King I would be ruined like this.

From now on, when people mention him again, they will not say that he is the pride of the wolf race, but that he is a complete loser.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Little Wolf King's wrist flicked, and a slight sound of breaking through the air sounded, very slight, like a mosquito bark, almost no sound was heard.

The vast majority of the monster races in the field didn't even notice this movement of Little Wolf King.

If someone looked at it carefully, they would notice a thin steel needle shooting out from between his fingers, flying towards the back of Ye Fan's neck as if spiritually.

This steel needle is silent, but the speed is as fast as thunder, which implies the ultimate power.

Flying needle stabbing!

In the realm of cultivating immortals, there are all kinds of magical instruments, such as knives, swords, sticks, rods, bells, drums, tripods, etc...

The needle is a very special kind of magic weapon, because the volume is too small to be held in hand, and it cannot be used with any moves, so the range of use is very limited.

But in the hands of assassins and killers, flying needles are a first-class murder weapon that can kill people invisible.

And now the flying needle sacrificed by the little wolf king, called the "Blood-Transforming God Needle", is a treasure he obtained from an ancient ruin in the ruins.

This blood-transforming needle, although not like the extraordinary piece of Jidao Emperor Weapon, is also a rare treasure. Although it is not large, the material is very special and indestructible. Even a heavenly weapon can easily break it. Not to mention the body of the monk.

Once it pierces the skin and is stained with blood, this blood-melting needle will show its power, soaking up the blood of the enemy within a few seconds, killing the opponent instantly.

This is the assassin of Little Wolf King. Under normal circumstances, he would never show it, and such a method is very tricky, and it will inevitably be criticized.

But now, Little Wolf King couldn't take care of that much. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to kill Ye Fan to relieve his hatred.

In order to achieve this goal, even if he sells his soul to make a deal with the devil, he is willing!

Between the lightning and the fire, the blood-transforming divine needle had swept to the back of Ye Fan's neck, and it was impossible to avoid such a short distance.

"Chang!"

Finally, the blood **** needle pierced Ye Fan's skin.

Upon seeing this, the little wolf king showed a mad look on his face, and he smirked: "Jie Jie Jie...Smelly boy, aren't you very awesome? Are you not very powerful? You are not dead in my hands!!!"

His voice is frantic, and he feels happy because of his powerful opponent.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Fan, who was supposed to be drained of blood, turned around and looked at him with an idiot look.

"You... why didn't you die?!"

Little Wolf King's body was shaken, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by an inconceivable consternation.

At the next moment, he realized that the blood-melting needle was indeed stuck in the back of Ye Fan's neck, but he didn't even pierce his skin.

Before Ye Fan's powerful body, the blood transforming needle, which was enough to break the heavenly spirit weapon, was useless. It was no different from scrap copper and rotten iron, and could not hurt anything.

"How is this possible?!"

There was a huge wave in the little wolf king's heart. Not to mention the human monk, even the fierce beast known for its rough skin, could not resist the sharpness of the blood-transforming needle.

...

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and looked at the little wolf king condescendingly. His eyes revealed the meaning of killing and dying. He said coldly: "Little wolf king, the victory or defeat has already been divided. I will let you make a living. Who knows you dare to use this. Planting three kinds of indiscriminate methods to deal with me is really seeking a dead end!"

As he said, Ye Fan raised his right hand and sacrificed the burial sword.

In his current collection, whether it is the Wuxiangjian, Tianlong Breaking City Halberd, or Primordial Spear, they are all one level higher than the God Burial Sword.

But those peerless magical soldiers are really eye-catching, once they are sacrificed, they will definitely arouse the suspicion of the Demon Wolf King, so he retreated and sacrificed the burial sword.

Of course, the God Burial Sword is not an ordinary weapon, but the army of Lord Kaitiandao, the heavenly high-grade spiritual weapon, and it is a first-class magic weapon in the entire Big Dipper galaxy.

As soon as it appeared, a murderous aura erupted from the God Burial Sword, as if it could ruin the gods above the nine heavens.

Even people who don't know the goods can feel the extraordinary of this long knife.

Compared with this terrifying murderous aura, the evil aura exuded just now when the little wolf king turned into a beast is simply a pediatric thing, and it is totally different.

In the presence of this breath, the little wolf king seemed to be poured cold water, without any arrogance, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"You... what are you going to do?!"

Because of the extreme panic, Little Wolf King's voice trembled, and a strong ominous premonition was born in his heart.

In his opinion, this is the Fortress of Ten Thousand Wolfs, the base camp of the wolf clan, and Father King stayed not far away.

Logically speaking, even if he lends Ye Fan a thousand courage, he dare not make a mistake.

But now, Ye Fan is holding the burial sword, like a supreme killer, making him tremble in the depths of his soul.

"If you ask me what I want to do, of course I will send you to hell!"

Ye Fan said, waving the burial sword, slashing in the air.

"boom!"

A blade of light that shattered the sky and the earth shot out, slashing towards the little wolf king.

This move exceeded the expectations of all the monsters present.

I've seen someone crazy, never seen someone so crazy!

Under this kind of occasion, the murder was launched. Could it be that this Human Race teenager really regarded the Demon Wolf King as an old dog? !

Even Hu Xiangxiang opened her eyes wide, an incredible scene appeared on her pretty face, her vermilion lips were opened into an O shape, and she could faintly see her pink tongue.

At this time, the Demon Wolf King finally couldn't stand any longer, and issued an earth-shaking roar:

"Knife-down-stay-people!!!"

In the voice, there is an extremely overbearing will.

Ninety percent of the monsters in the room fainted directly after hearing this.

However, Ye Fan's speed of swinging the knife was not reduced, but three points faster.

The Little Wolf King was still in horror, unable to stop him, he could only watch the God Burial Sword swing towards him.

In this case, even if the Demon Wolf King wanted to intervene again, it was still a bit late after all.

"She!"

Hand up, knife down!

At the neck of the little wolf king, a red blood line appeared, and the blood spattered like a fountain, which instantly dyed his clothes red.

"thump!"

In the next moment, under everyone's incredible gaze, Little Wolf King's head fell directly to the ground and rolled to Ye Fan's feet.

Ye Fan leaned over, picked up the head of Little Wolf King, and held it in his hand.

It is like the victor holding his own trophy.

Although he didn't speak, this action was unbelievable, extremely arrogant!