Urban Madness

Just when Xing Tian was screaming at the hard temper of the female Yan, the female Yan sat comfortably in the torture room.

"How are you preparing?"

Ye Fan sat next to the girl, looked at her, and asked.

"If you want them to believe in your death, it must make you suffer, but don't worry, my sword is still very accurate."

The woman nodded, and then pointed to her mouth.

It signaled that the fake death medicine had been hidden in his mouth, and he could enter the state of fake death by crushing it when he was executed.

Seeing her gesture, Ye Fan relaxed, now everything is ready, as long as the time comes, you can start.

It was about noon in half an hour, and Ye Fan tied the female ghost to the torture frame and pushed out of the torture room.

Outside the torture room, many people were already surrounded, and Di Jiang was standing in front of them with a cold face.

"Finally this traitor is going to be executed. It's so happy!"

A monk stood in the crowd and laughed twice, his tone full of joy.

"That's right, it's a pity, Lord Dijiang doesn't allow it, otherwise I must cut a thousand swords."

The monks talked a lot.

After listening, Di Jiang was angry again.

The heavy pressure radiated from his body, crushing all the monks present to be unable to stand upright.

"Master Dijiang, what are you doing?"

One of the monks, arched, gritted his teeth and said.

"What am I doing?"

Di Jiang snorted coldly.

"It seems that the troubles in the past few days are not big enough, and you still don't remember clearly what I said!"

Di Jiang's voice suddenly rose, and the cultivators in front of him were a little breathless.

The monks who were whispering under the execution platform were even more pale and trembling all over.

"If I hear this kind of remarks again in the future, I need to blame me for being rude!"

Di Jiang yelled angrily, and the pressure suddenly increased.

Those monks who were whispering directly pressed down on the ground, and then the heavy pressure gradually dissipated.

Now they can be regarded as obedient, no longer touching Dijiang's Ni Lin, just standing quietly under the execution platform to watch.

Ye Fan didn't care about how Dijiang taught Guangming Pavilion these people who had no vision, but took out the Fire God Sword from Na Jie, and under his control, the Fire God Sword continued to split in the air.

These monks hadn't seen Ye Fan's move, and were immediately shocked.

They stared blankly at dozens of identical-looking swords floating in the air.

"Hey, but it's just a mere deception, you dare to use it here to make a fuss?"

An old monk's disdainful comment.

In his opinion, the method Ye Fan used was just one of the blinding methods, making one of his swords look like countless ones.

Ye Fan couldn't hear his ridicule, but he didn't pay attention to it. He just stopped the dozens of exactly the same Fire God sword in front of the woman.

Time passed by, and in a blink of an eye, noon arrived, and the big bell in the Guangming Pavilion rang loudly.

"Execution!"

Xing Tian announced the ending of the female Yan without expression.

Those dozens of Fire God Swords, under the control of Ye Fan, pierced into the female Yan's body one by one.

"This kid doesn't expect to kill the female ghost with blindfold!"

A monk stood under the scaffold and laughed at Ye Fan.

"If the blind eye can kill the female ghost, why should we spend so much effort?"

Because Dijiang was on the stage, they dared not talk loudly, but whispering was unavoidable.