Facing such a powerful enemy, Ye Fan felt great pressure, but he did not feel timid. Instead, he puffed up his chest, his sharp gaze was like a sharp blade, stabbing the three of them from a distance, and said loudly:

"Hmph! Who gave you the confidence to think you could defeat me? The dead leader of the Taishang Sect is a lesson for you! Come on, have a good fight. Today's Dragon Burial Valley will be your burial place!

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"presumptuous!"

"Be bold!"

"Arrogant!"

The three powerful men shouted loudly at the same time, their eyes flashed fiercely, and a terrifying aura came out of their bodies.

"You brat, don't confuse me with the master of Taishang Sect! Even if we are in the same realm, there are strong and weak ones!" Master Tiance scolded through gritted teeth. The immortal-slaying ax in his hand trembled, as if it was about to strike at any moment.

"In my eyes, there is no difference between you, and you are not my opponent!" Ye Fan said lightly, with absolute confidence in his voice.

"court death!"

The Master of Tiance Palace was furious, and turned to Sword Maniac and Wuliang Sword Lord and said: "You two, let's compete to see who can cut off the head of this arrogant boy!"

"Okay, just what I want!"

Dao Kuang showed a cruel look on his face and continued to speak: "In my life, I have killed countless people, including my fellow disciples, my master, and countless strong men... But in this eternity

I haven’t killed the first genius yet, so let’s take action on him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Kuang stamped his right foot on the ground.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the entire Dragon Burial Valley was shaken, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Immediately, the sword madman took advantage of the force of the counterattack, holding the Weeping God Sword, soared into the sky, and struck at Ye Fan with irresistible power.

The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers. It is famous for its majestic, heroic, and tiger-like style.

The murderous sky is full of ghosts and gods, the ghosts and gods are weeping in the cold light, the purple sleeves are dancing, and the sky is full of Xiao.

From a certain point of view, the knife is inferior to the sword. It does not have the elegant, mysterious and romantic temperament of the sword, nor does it have the dignity of the sword.

Sometimes the sword is a gorgeous decoration, sometimes it is a symbol of identity and status, or even a symbol of power and majesty.

But not the knife!

The knife is a real killing weapon. It is sharpened on one side and can advance without retreating. It is born towards death.

In the impression of the world, swordsmen are elegant and noble, born in the palace.

The swordsman, on the other hand, seemed a little downcast, wandering around the rivers and lakes, licking blood from his sword, and drawing swords at each other when they disagreed.

Like a pawn crossing a river, there is no way to retreat behind him, so he can only move forward bravely, either to assassinate the king and kill the king, to slaughter the gods and prove the truth, or to become a withered skeleton on the road to the king, and no one cares about him.

And the Weeping God Sword in the hands of the sword madman is an earth-shattering ancient magic weapon, its power is unimaginable.

"Stab it!"

The Weeping God Sword flashed with blood-red light, and wherever the sword passed, the space was torn open.

The faces of the hundreds of true immortals watching from a distance changed wildly.

Even though they were far apart, they all seemed to have an illusion, as if their throats had been cut open by a knife, and they were in agony.

Ever since he got the Weeping God Sword, Sword Kuang has been refining it day and night with his essence and blood. He has already reached the state where the human and the sword are one, like an arm commanding, and the mind is connected.

A single slash of the sword is invincible and contains endless ways of killing.

"The Heaven-Shocking God Slash!"

The tyranny of this sword tore through the void, split Yin and Yang, and shattered all laws. It is difficult to describe its power in words.

It's like the immortal sword skills passed down from ancient times are brought back to life through the hands of the sword madman.

"Crack!"

The surrounding space was shaken and shattered, and the sound was like the sound of metal friction, which was creepy and frightening.

Hundreds of feet of bloody sword light surged out, even if there were gods above the nine heavens in front of them, they would be killed.

Even the sect leaders who were watching the battle from a distance showed signs of horror, shocked by the will of annihilation revealed by this sword.

Every strong man who has cultivated to the sect master level is one of a million.

In addition to amazing talent, it also requires supreme understanding, extraordinary luck, persistence in martial arts, and hard training for thousands of years...there is no luck!
Chapter completed!