Urban Madness

Seeing Ye Fan's figure jumping up and down in the battlefield, Qing Feng Zhenren laughed directly.

He looked at Ye Fan now as if he was looking at a treasure in motion. The more he looked at it, the more joy he felt.

I have to say that being able to recruit Ye Fan into his camp is the most correct thing he has done in his life.

"King of the Black Wind, Lord of the Black Wind, now lift up a rock and hit him in the foot."

"Let so many disciples come to besiege Ye Fan, and now it will be disgusting by Ye Fan directly. This is called self-inflictedness."

Not only Qingfeng, but also the other high-levels above the city of Benwolf and the disciples who were fighting fiercely below, all showed joyful smiles.

For a moment, they actually felt the same as the immortal **** possessing the gods.

Because as long as your strength is strong enough, it doesn't matter if you are forced to an absolute path by the opponent.

Ye Fan can definitely come to you at the critical moment.

Then hand you a pill that can pull you back from the edge of the death line.

In that case, what's so terrible?

"This pill is simply too powerful, brothers beat me fiercely!"

"If this group of people is immortal, we will be sorry for the precious medicine that we have taken!

"Yes, that's right, charge me, charge me, what's so arrogant about them?"

"Today let them know how our truly powerful combat power is in this regard."

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In an instant, all the disciples' sentiments were soaring, raising the weapons in their hands one after another, releasing monstrous spiritual power.

That spiritual power was like no money, countless martial arts exploded among those disciples, causing countless damages.

At the same time, most of the disciples in the entire battlefield left the enemies in their hands and joined the queue to chase Ye Fan.

For them, only by destroying Ye Fan, this cheap thing, can they continue to fight.

If not, sooner or later he will be sickened by this guy.

"You dog thing, you dog thing has a kind, don't run, and face us head-on!"

"Yes, you are not a master in the middle of the magic mirror, are you not very powerful? Why do you only know to run now, you are simply a coward!"

"That's right! Just a coward, just a trash, I am embarrassed to join such a battle."

"I really want to bring you down and ashes, so that you can never live beyond life."

In an instant, greetings to Ye Fan's eighteenth generation ancestors appeared endlessly throughout the battlefield.

The sound of the explosion of martial arts in the battlefield and the wailing of other disciples' injuries were even completely covered by the sound of insults and greetings.

The sound was endless, trying to penetrate the eardrum of a person, which was really exaggerated.

And a very strange scene suddenly appeared in the battlefield.

If you look down from the perspective of God, you can perceive everything.

According to the deployment of the Black Wind King before the war, many masters began to besiege the top masters in Jinghu Villa.

You will find that every master is responding to the attacks of several masters of the same realm, or dozens of people.

But only Ye Fan was an exception, who appeared extremely conspicuous in the entire battlefield.

The disciples who are now chasing behind him have evolved into a team of thousands like the hundreds before.

The mighty and mighty, every place you pass can arouse a burst of dust.

And there are many masters who have reached the level of golden immortals.

The speed of each master is extremely fast, even torn the air.

"I'm going, isn't it a little bit bigger this time?"

Ye Fan glanced back and swallowed nervously.

Only now did he know that the disgusting things he had done now might have forced himself to a point where he could not retreat.

Faced with the masters of the God Devouring Team, his own strength may not be able to completely take them down.

Not to mention the thousands of masters behind him.

They can drown themselves in one spit.

Now he is really racing against death.

If he was caught or caught up by these disciples, he really wouldn't have any chance of surviving.

"Run, run, run quickly."

"Can you stop chasing you? I asked you to stop chasing, can you?"

"Don't you know that you are tired? I have been chasing for so long, and there is still no end to it!"

"I was just making a joke with you just now. Can you not afford to play at all?"

Ye Fan questioned the disciples behind him as he ran.

It's okay not to say this, but to say it even aroused the anger of those disciples.

To them, Ye Fan is not begging for mercy, it is naked mockery!

It's just to continue to develop his kouhi skills and continue to disgust himself.

This will only make them feel more humiliated and ridiculed.

"What did you say? You guy has a kind of say it again!"

"Are you joking? Is there anyone you joking like this?"

"If you care about whether we chase you or not, just run, and see if we can catch up with you today. If we can let you run away, then you will be considered good at you!"

"That's right, even if the old man doesn't continue to mix here today, he must take you to the funeral together!"

"I will never leave a scourge like you in this ancient world of cultivating immortals to harm other people."

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"Depend on!"

Ye Fan exploded with a foul language and once again increased his speed.

He also understood that these disciples had to fight to the end with himself today.

But after a period of time, things finally turned around.

My panacea was suddenly squandered by myself.

"It's over, this one is completely over. Just a little too much pretense, how can I distribute all the pills!"

"How does this make me good?"

"Just now I should really plan everything in advance, now there is really no way to go."

Ye Fan patted his head in distress.

It's all because I didn't realize the quantity of this medicine just now, so I got myself into the current situation.

Moreover, the Linghu Lake in his body was not supported by the panacea, and was rapidly depleting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The key is that those disciples behind them can use wheel warfare type attacks.

Whenever a disciple is weak, he will stop and rest for a period of time.

But I ran for a whole day without stopping.

And on the way, it also solved a big problem for the four poison kings.

After all, he is only a human being, and not a **** descending to the earth, how can he escape like a perpetual motion machine.