Shrouding the Heavens

The battlefield of Feixian is very calm. A large number of people are dispatched. They belong to different camps, but at this time they all have the same goal, looking for Ye Fan.

The vegetation is rich, and the beasts are roaring one after another. This is a hilly area. A team of people walked through with a murderous spirit. Sen Han let the leaves of the trees wither, like a sword.

They were covered with metal armor and gleamed with a cold light, like a group of heaven soldiers, each of which had a great holy-level combat power, no less than the old heavenly court to the strong horse.

"What is the difference between the man who let the king lose money? Three hundred years later, many things have changed, no longer the past!"

A person said coldly and quietly, the iron clothes on their bodies clanged, and these people looked very ruthless one by one, with a strong breath, all masters.

They came from the same camp and followed the same person. One by one, few words, such as the gods and demons that broke free from the shackles and killed in hell, are very cold.

They are followers of the overlord, some people come from the ancestral stars of the body, and some people encounter the battle in the star field, and have followed behind him.

In the past years, Ye Fan has gone through countless battles, swept through the ancient human race road, invincible all the way, but the battle with the overlord is undoubtedly extremely difficult. In that battle, his blood splashed into the stars and was hit hard. Throughout his life, there were few times as dangerous as that.

Although the battle tyrant was defeated, it was not a disgrace, it was only one step behind. Moreover, that time Ye Fan touched the **** ban, otherwise the overlord might have a chance.

In fact, Bawang is definitely a strong man in that generation, but many people only remember that he lost, but ignored the inside story of that battle and involved the realm of God's Prohibition.

He is a severely underestimated peerless warrior. He has strong potential and qualifications in the battle of emperor and emperor. If there is enough opportunity to respect the world, it is not a problem.

In another area, there is a group of powerful people on the open ground, where the black mist is tumbling, such as a group of world demons appearing in the world, and there are a large number of people, and now there are already more than 20 people, currently more than any camp.

Where they walked, the birds stunned the beasts, and all the creatures were horrified, because the breath of death was too strong. The head was a death knight, wearing a black armor, and haze.

"Earth is the home of all spirits, how can the missing Eucharist ..."

A cold and quiet voice sounded, like a sigh of death, sounded like a person with cold hair, full of death intentions, as if coming from the underworld.

They came from the prefecture, and only a few chiefs had a master consciousness, while the other death knights were powerful tools of war. They were summoned and did not have their own master consciousness.

Of course, the Emperor Lu who came from the land did not appear in person. These are just a few of his followers. He is now fighting and secretly fighting in the Great Emperor Guanzhong, and has not yet arrived here.

In front of the majestic waterfall, a man was wearing his upper body, his bronze body was extraordinarily strong, with explosive power, and his eyes were full of wild glory.

"Three hundred years have passed, the times have changed, you are old!

With a loud bang, the Great Falls reversed and turned upside down. The thousands of feet of giant waterfalls were so shocked that they were so shocked.

Because, this is not caused by mana, but only by a terrible sound wave, and his blood like a raging wave, even the shaking mountains are shaking, and many peaks are cracked.

This is a representative figure in the late masters and one of the strongest people in the past three hundred years. It is named Tuoba Mo, and all his words and deeds are like magic, without taboos and extremely powerful.

In the past, he had killed many bosses, blood-washed immortal holy sites, cruel means, and fierce behavior.

At this time, his eyes were like eagle falcons, thick black hair scattered on the bronze body, making him look a kind of magic.

In front of a thatched temple, a young man in Tsing Yi sat under an ancient tree with an ancient sword lying on his lap. It looked very dusty and had a transcendent charm.

"Everyone said you had an accident, so you don't need to tell my teacher. Eucharist Ye Fan, you made my teacher regret for three hundred years. I couldn't find you all that year. Fight on behalf of the teacher, let this grudge end. "

He is the first apprentice of Yin Tiande, named Yi Ming. He has a good attainment in the formation, and is astonishing in terms of combat power. He is extremely powerful. He once swept several ancient roads by himself.

Buzz!

The ancient sword whispered on his knees, without the blessings of Taoism and mana, he still suddenly rushed up the sky like a trainer, traversing the clouds and splitting the sky.

"Is it really him? The Extreme Shopping is still alive, it's a miracle!"

"Wrong, since there is no more in this world, it is just a devil, nothing more, just kill it!"

Fei Xian battlefield is vast, magnificent mountains and rivers into a piece, the territory is really too large, the area where Ye Fan passes by is restless, began a great turmoil.

"Three hundred years later, there will be no eucharist Ye Fan in the world, and dare to come up with its name, let alone kill it!"

The wind roaring beasts roared, the mountains and rivers were full of killing air, the brigade was in action, killing the sun, and making the battlefield tremble.

Zhu Qiang did his best and marched in one direction. Many people, like a big enemy, seemed to encircle a demonic master!

Despite various rumors that the man's body is in serious trouble, otherwise it won't appear until today, but the name was too loud in the past, so that some hostile people still dare not carelessly, all very cautious.

This is a group of people who are hostile to Ye Fan, or have grudges in the past, or because his presence is blocking some people's way, they must be moved away forcefully.

However, on the surface, no one dared to publicly claim to kill the Eucharist Ye Fan, and all raised the banner of fighting for the reputation and glory of Senior Ye.

No one dared to defy the general trend. If they were unscrupulous, if they dared to do that, they would be doomed by the saliva of the world in the future.

This group of people is so cold-blooded, in this day and age they dare to stand up and sharpen their swords, but they are also the same, but some people are also afraid in their hearts, playing drums, hoping to destroy the group.

Of course, there are not many people who follow Ye Fan's footsteps with a pilgrimage heart. They are both excited and anxious.

The vast immortal battlefield is just a large fluctuation in the external area, which has not yet reached the deepest part of the battlefield, only the area where Ye Fan has appeared is in turmoil.

In the next two days, Ye Fan felt a strange atmosphere. He let the blood crow land on the ground, turned around, and returned along the same path.

"Let's go." Ye Fan spoke to the blood crow and no longer walked with it.

"I don't leave, I didn't know it was you in the past, I was offended, but now ..." Blood Crow refused to leave.

Ye Fan shook his head and was destined to follow him. Although he lost his mana, he still had a strong intuition and felt the two days of changes.

The Blood Crow Great Sovereign refused to leave, and was willing to become his follower, with a firm attitude.

Ye Fan glanced at him and said nothing more. He took steps and entered the mountains and rivers, where there were trees and silver waterfalls. Blood crows spread their wings, but it was difficult to see him in the sky.

One day later, Ye Fan officially met a large number of people in an open area.

There were no more than two dozen words rushing across the ground, and the whole earth was shaking with a big crack. That was a team of death knights.

They carried a heavy death, like the hoarse roar from the underworld across the time and space, like the thunder was exploding, officially opened the strange atmosphere of the day, and turned a tacit understanding into murder.

The people of the capital came first. They wanted to take Ye Fan away. Only a few of the leaders had the main consciousness, but the other death soldiers also had the body of the Great Saint, all of them who died in ancient wars.

The black misty sky, with ominous, undead breath, overwhelmed the whole open battlefield, and together with the wind and thunder, turned into furious anger.

"You have already died, the end of reincarnation can see eternity, the land is your home!" The knight headed shouted.

Ye Fan stood there, steady as a rock. When he saw the twenty-odd ride near, the long black euphorbia quickly fell on his head before he started to act.

"when!"

With a soft sound, the euphorbia rushed in the hands of the knight in the front was blown up directly, and the black **** iron shot everywhere, killing many people in the rear on the spot.

Ye Fan was expressionless, and he rushed past. His movements were almost incredible. He destroyed a big holy weapon with one punch, and started to kill here.

These are very strong characters who were very famous during their lifetime. They all have a name. They once had a great beginning. After their death, they fell into the earth and turned into Yin soldiers. They became tools of war. Not bad.

It is a pity that they met Ye Fan, and his physique became stronger, like a phantom, suddenly left and right, almost unbelievable, and the palm surpassed the Xeon Sacristy.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan punched the head of the leader, punching the supreme supernatural powers one after another. There was no splash of blood, only the body shattered, and all were broken into bone fragments and blood mist.

Ye Fan stood silently for a while and continued on the road. He was dressed in simple clothes and was sent by a young boy in the night. Now he seems to be a bitter monk.

"I have heard that you pretend to be Ye Fan, the hero of the human race, and the prestige and glory of the predecessors cannot be tarnished. Today I will crucify you on the **** cross!"

It was another encounter. This time there were so many people. Many people from different camps gathered together. It just happened to block this ancient battlefield and make it impossible for the area to be closed.

The head is a middle-aged man with a gun, with a sharp voice, riding on a Qinglin beast, the gun is two feet long, making him look extremely powerful.

This is a pinnacle priest, one of the disciples who had no actual mentor and disciple relationship for the Lord of the Court, and also named Zeng Jingbei, came here.

He and a group of people were all followers of the son of the emperor, but the people they guarded are now in the Great Emperor Pass, and they did not appear here.

At this time, the big gun in his hand pointed at Ye Fan's eyebrows and gestured to the people around him.

No matter in the past or in the present, Ye Fan will not tolerate someone pointing at his own Sendai with the Great Sacred Vessel. Even in the face of so many people, all are Great Sages, he still made a strong response.

He left a residual image on the spot, and then shot in the army, the action was too fast, and it was as strong as thunder, and the big gun collapsed with one palm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Everyone exclaimed, but this is A group of great saints, from many camps, Ye Fan's attack was rapid and violent, but everyone made his heart jump.

The nominal disciple of the Lord of the Court shouted and fought hard, but he was in vain. Ye Fan used a mortal blow, palm like a heavenly monument, and directly fell down.

The big gun had already shattered, and the palm of the hand continued to cast off. The puff smashed the person's welcoming fists, and then split on his head.

Without any suspense, Dasheng's head shattered like a watermelon, blood was splattering, and Ye Fan didn't close his hand, and fell down. The blue-scale beast that had bitten him turned into a pool of meat on the spot.

At this moment, the whole valley was silent, just a palm, Ye Fan fell down with one palm, split the big gun, smashed the head of the Great Saint, and killed the wild ancient alien blue scale beast.

This place was quiet to the extreme, and it was as quiet as death.

In the distance, some people have black avenue bottles on their heads, some people are on the upper body, and some people have blood on their bodies ... At this moment all the eyes have turned into fiery gods. (To be continued)