Urban Madness

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Ye Fan stood in front of the collapsed Boundless Hall, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes squinting.

The sun shone on him, as if he had put on a layer of battle clothes, and the light was brilliant.

Even if he stands still, but invisibly, his body reveals a domineering will, disregarding the crowd.

No matter what kind of strong and true immortal you are, in his eyes, you are all ants!

As soon as Ye Fanfu appeared, he exerted a strong pressure on many disciples of Wuliang Jianzong.

Everyone's heart seemed to press a high mountain, and even breathing was a little difficult.

At this time, in the depths of the Boundless Sword Sect, an elderly man in Taoist robe walked out.

The old man wears a jade crown on his head and an obscure Taoist robe. There is no extra ornament on the Taoist robe. There is only a small "sword-shaped" totem on the front of the shirt, giving people a sharp and unmatched feeling.

This person is the great elder of Wuliang Jianzong.

In the past, Wuliang Jianjun brought more than a dozen elders from the sect to the Dragon Burial Valley and joined forces to slay Ye Fan.

And this great elder stayed in the Zongmen and sat in town.

As soon as Immeasurable Sword Lord died, he became the person with the highest cultivation level in the sect.

But at this moment, a particularly solemn expression appeared on the face of the elder, and he looked straight at Ye Fan and asked:

"Young man, are you... the heir of that Yunhai Xianmen?"

"Yes!"

Ye Fan spoke lightly, his face unchanged, at first glance it looked like a peaceful sea, calm.

However, under the surface calm and calm, there are actually turbulent waves brewing.

Although he was mentally prepared for a long time, he got the affirmative answer. The great elder was still shocked. He never expected that the number one arrogant of the ages was so young.

What he didn't expect was that Ye Fan looked unscathed and his aura was like a rainbow.

You know, the remaining people of the Ancient Nine Sects did not witness the battle in Dragon Burial Valley, and can only calculate the result through the messy battlefield.

According to their expectations, Ye Fan got lucky and left the Burial Dragon Valley alive, but after fighting with eight sect masters and hundreds of true immortals, he would never get better. He did not know where to hide and healed his wounds. He needed to recuperate for at least three years. Five years!

Maybe... Escape directly from the ruins and return to the Fairy Gate of Yunhai!

Because of this, no matter it was the Boundless Sword Sect or several other ancient sects, there was no guard.

Who knew that at this moment, Ye Fan actually killed him!

This surpassed everyone's expectations. For Wuliang Sword Sect, a little carelessness would usher in a disaster!

"Chang!"

Suddenly, a sword sound like a dragon roar sounded.

The Wuxiang Sword that shot out before burst out of the ruins of the Wuliang Temple, hovered in the air for a circle, and flew back to Ye Fan's hand.

Because the speed was too fast before, the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect couldn't see the appearance of this sword at all.

Now I can see it clearly. From the outside, it is just an ordinary wooden sword. There is no mysterious place.

But everyone knows that this is a sacred weapon, a soldier of Yunhai Xianzun ten thousand years ago!

Just ask... who would dare to ignore it?

"Ye Fan, what exactly do you want to do when you come to the Boundless Sword Sect?" the elder asked loudly.

Ye Fan looked at him in the distance, eyes like a knife, and said coldly:

"I do things, and I have always been grudges and grudges! Since you nine ancient sects have joined forces to kill me, then you must be ready for revenge! Not only the Immeasurable Sword Sect, but also Tiance Mansion, Taishangzong, and the Hall of Reincarnation... No one can escape! The feat that Immortal Yunhai did not accomplish back then, I will realize it!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, calm, without the slightest threat, as if he was explaining some facts.

However, the many disciples of the Immeasurable Sword Sect in the field were shocked and horrified.

Although the sun was shining at the moment, their bodies felt cold, like an ice cellar.

The sword of the Shattered Boundless Hall just now showed them how powerful Ye Fan is, plus so many legends about Ye Fan before.

Now in the hearts of these disciples, Ye Fan is like an invincible god, almost invincible!

If he kills, everyone in the field will probably not see the sun tomorrow.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, the great elder took a step forward, his aura suddenly soared, exuding a burst of imperial dominance, and even waves of invisible waves appeared in the air, and the turbulent energy spread.

The two swords on his left and right waist also trembled, as if they were about to unsheathed.

"what?"

Feeling the aura of the great elder, Ye Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said faintly: "Are you also a powerful Sect Master?"

"Yes!"

The elder held his head high and said with a proud face: "As early as a hundred years ago, the old man sneaked through the seventh calamity, and now he is only one step away from the eighth-fold robbery! In terms of strength, the old man is even more infinite. Above the Sword Lord! Boy, dare not to fight the old man, today, you will die under my sword!"

The words of the Great Elder are extremely domineering.

Of course, he is not ranting, but has proud capital.

In the sect, his status seems to be inferior to the Immeasurable Sword Sovereign, but in fact, he is only one step away to break through the bottleneck, promoted to the Eighth Layer of Tribulation, and become an ancestor-level figure.

Moreover, this is within the mountain gate of the Wuliang Jianzong. With the advantages of the geographical position and so many sect disciples, he is confident to fight Ye Fan.

More importantly, if Ye Fan can be defeated, then he can become the first person in the Ancient Nine Sects!

However, in the face of this challenge, Ye Fan showed disdain, and said lightly: "It's not a cat or a dog that can challenge me! You are far from qualified!"

Ye Fan's eyes were also filled with the meaning of gaze, like a high **** looking down at the ants in the mortal world, it seemed that he did not put the great elder in his eyes.

This contemptuous look caused a strong anger in the heart of the great elder, and he only felt that the blood in his body was about to boil.

Since becoming the true immortal of Dujie, no one has ever dared to despise him so much!

His heart suddenly burned with anger.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

The next moment, accompanied by two high-pitched sword sounds and sword aura that rushed into the sky, two long swords flew out of the sheath and fell into the hands of the elder.

The left-handed sword, the long sword is single-edged and extended to the edge of the blade, while the sword is decorated with a golden star. The blade is dark red, with faint brilliance flowing on it, but the blade is not smooth, but instead Mottled, as if soaked in the blood of countless enemies, it gave people a feeling of slashing at will, breaking the mountains and the ground, and breaking the stars.

This sword is the treasure left by the founder of the Wuliang Sword Sect, named Yinghuo.

The sword in his right hand has an ochre red base and is decorated with bronze runes. The sheath handle handguard is decorated with black and white yin and yang, carved with auspicious clouds.

The blade is long and narrow, and the ocher red sword is engraved with bronze lines, revealing the light.

This is the heavenly supernatural powers that the great elder spent hundreds of years of painstaking and refining, named Qiankun.

With the two swords in his hand, the elder's eyes were sharp as electricity, and there were two incomparable divine flowers. Shot out from his eyes.

At the next moment, his voice resounded throughout the audience: "Ye Fan, although you hold the holy weapon, the old man is far better than you in kendo! Take out the sword, otherwise my kendo supernatural powers will be displayed later. You don’t even have a chance to draw a sword!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Hearing the words of the great elder, Ye Fan cried like he heard some of the funniest jokes in the world.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?"

The great elder was furious, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered: "Elder, you are too high on yourself! You are not worthy of letting me draw the sword!"