Urban Madness

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Looking at Ye Fan who was covered in blood from high in the sky, hundreds of true immortals in the Dragon Burial Valley were silent for him.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes staring out like a ghost.

Shocked!

Unprecedented shock!

It is difficult to describe their feelings in words.

It took a long time before someone recovered and exclaimed:

"How is this possible?"

"That kid didn't even die? Is it because I'm dazzled, who pinch me!"

"Does the master of the Samsara Palace's killer's key not work?"

"No! Impossible!"

Many true immortals kept shaking their heads, as if they could not believe it was true.

First sacrificed the four sect masters, and the hall master of the Samsara Palace spent a hundred years of life to use forbidden techniques. Such a terrifying attack would be enough to destroy any strong man, and even the true immortal Qingming might fall.

But facts speak louder than words!

Ye Fan is still alive and alive!

Although Ye Fan was covered in cuts and bruises, his straight spine was still unbent, as if he wanted to support the world alone.

Under the attention of all the people, Ye Fan seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder, volleying and stepping towards the crowd from high in the sky.

Although he didn't make any footsteps, every time he took a step, everyone's chest seemed to be beaten by a drum of battle, blood and blood rolled, a moment of depression, and even breathing was stagnant.

Looking at Ye Fan, who was like a **** descending to the earth, the same thought came into everyone's heart——

Invincible!

On the execution stage, Daozi Han Xiao's eyes burst into light, and his eyes looked at Ye Fan with deep admiration.

Before, Han Xiao regarded Ye Fan as his competitor. Even if he knew that he had become Qingming True Immortal's junior and his junior uncle, Han Xiao was still not convinced.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Xiao truly realized Ye Fan's power.

The power of one person is enough to push all enemies horizontally!

...

When everyone was shocked, Ye Fan finally stepped on the invisible ladder, walked to the ground, stood proudly, swept across the world like an invincible God of War, and roared in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, he swept his eyebrows, staring sharply like an out-of-sheathed divine sword, stabbing at the head of the Samsara Hall, and said:

"Your heaven and star compass, of course, is powerful, but after all, it is just a foreign object! You can sway the power of the stars and suppress the heavens and the earth, but you can't suppress me! Everything ends here, die!"

With that, Ye Fan squeezed the Wuxiang Sword tightly, and the murderous intent bloomed, pressing toward the Lord of the Samsara Palace.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Samsara Hall was shocked and felt an unprecedented threat of death, as if death had raised his sickle.

"No! Ye Fan, you can't kill me! I am the lord of the Samsara Palace, who is proficient in countless secrets and secrets. The moment you kill me, I will burn three souls and seven souls to curse you and make you born The heart demon is a catastrophe, and you can never live beyond!"

Hearing these words, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

The Temple of Reincarnation is already trespassing in all kinds of mysteries of the gods. As the master of the palace, his words are definitely not alarmist.

But the next moment, Ye Fan was not afraid, and said coldly: "Curse, so what? Even if I fall into a demon, I have to wait for you to kill!"

"kill!"

Ye Fan raised the sword in his hand, and the Wuxiang sword turned into a horror, slashing towards the neck of the Lord of the Samsara Palace like a long rainbow piercing the sun.

Unprepared, the Lord of the Samsara Palace, whose inner strength was exhausted, had no time to dodge, so he could only watch the long sword slash at him.

"Shit!"

The next moment, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his neck.

The red blood rushed out like the Yangtze River burst, and instantly dyed most of his body.

The majestic breath of life also dissipated and melted between heaven and earth.

"thump!"

Immediately afterwards, his head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he looked straight at Ye Fan, his eyes full of resentment.

The lord of the Samsara Palace never expected that he had practiced for a thousand years, but was defeated by a newcomer.

Although the head fell to the ground, the Lord of the Samsara Palace still opened his mouth and burst out the last roar in his life:

"Ye Fan, I curse you! With my three souls and seven souls as a sacrifice, you must be tortured by infinite purgatory, and you will burn your soul day and night, and you will never rest forever!"

As soon as the voice fell, a **** mark fluttered from the center of his eyebrows, condensed into a large net in midair, and enveloped Ye Fan.

When Ye Fan saw this, his expression was extremely solemn, as if he was facing an enemy, he did not dare to neglect.

But the **** mark, as if it had no body, disappeared directly after touching Ye Fan's skin.

However, Ye Fan felt cold in his body, as if a mysterious existence somewhere thousands of miles away had an inexplicable connection with him!

This **** mark must be the unique secret technique of the Samsara Palace.

However, Ye Fan didn't take it too seriously, as long as his cultivation level was improved, it would be easy to resolve this curse.

In the next moment, Ye Fan turned around again, his eyes cut out like a sharp blade, and looked at the hundreds of true immortals in the distance, his eyes squinting.

Those true immortals are the elders of the major sects, and they have an extraordinary status on weekdays.

But now, they didn't dare to look at Ye Fan at all, as if they were facing a wild and fierce beast, trembling with fear and trembling, with big beads of sweat coming out of their foreheads.

It's not that they are too embarrassed, but Ye Fan is too strong, so strong!

After losing five suzerain-level powerhouses in a row, this kind of combat power is earth-shattering, who can not be afraid?

At this moment, Ye Fan looked at them and said coldly:

"Wait, don't you go away? Do you want to stay and be buried with the Lord of the Samsara Palace?"

...

As soon as this statement was made, the eyes of the audience converged on the abbot of Prajna Temple, the head of the Daluo School, and Danqiuzi of Langya Academy.

As the only three remaining suzerains, their decisions affect the fate of everyone present.

If it retreats in this way, all the previous efforts of the ancient nine sects have been wasted. Once this big defeat is spread out today, the reputation of each sect will be reduced to the bottom.

But if you fight to the death, it is more likely that all the bones will be buried here, leaving no one alive.

"Poor monk—"

The abbot of Prajna Temple opened his mouth and was about to admit counsel and led his disciples to leave.

"Puff!"

At this moment, Ye Fan's throat was sweet and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, his figure shook suddenly, his face was pale as paper, and his vigorous momentum was declining, as if he was about to be beaten back to his original shape.