"Hiss..."


    When this sword appeared, the vast void was shrouded by an evil breath. It was an extremely evil breath, with cold and bloodthirsty fluctuations, as if to forcibly devour everything. Even ye Fantian himself felt the horror of this powerful breath.


    "The power of the wilderness!"


    Ye Fantian''s eyes showed a trace of cold awn, and he printed quickly with one hand.


    The hand of the gods!


    "Boom!"


    The huge swords scattered, and the endless black virtual shadows gathered together one after another and shot at Ye Fantian. They were like fierce ghosts, more like demons, and gave out a greedy roar. The whole space was shaky and collided with Ye Fantian''s hands.


    "Boom..."


    There was a huge vibration in the vast green field, as if the whole starry sky was shaking.


    The glory of the gods radiated to the extreme, which was a gesture of trying to force the degree, but ye Fantian did not dare to lay a heavy hand at this time, because it was his own woman''s hand. Yan Yujing, ye Fantian would not hurt each other anyway.


    The sword is penetrating, and all living beings are defeated!


    The long sword is like a rainbow, sending out a boundless chill. It moves faster and faster again. Unconsciously, the beautiful eyes of yanyujing have begun to turn into blood red, cold blood red, and flicker a trace of evil fluctuations from time to time. That kind of evil and pure breath are integrated together, giving people a charming and charming posture.


    "Boom..."


    The breath of the gods revolted, but it was suppressed by Ye Fantian again. Ye Fantian was shocked by the misty rain Jing and retreated several steps.


    Yan Yujing''s strength is very strange. Although her strength is much different from that of Ye Fantian, she can fight with equal strength with the holy killing magic sword in her hand. Moreover, ye Fantian is fighting and retreating at the same time, and does not dare to fight hard.


    "Jing''er...!"


    Ye Fantian roared loudly, driving the roar of the mysterious soul, which made Yan Yujing''s delicate body tremble, and the beautiful eyes twinkled with a trace of memory.


    "Go..."


    The pretty face of the snow colored glaze on one side changed slightly. I didn''t expect that the two knew each other, but she picked up yanyujing''s delicate body at this time, quickly broke the void and rushed out.


    "Snow glass... Let her go!"


    Ye Fantian''s voice had a slight chill.


    But although the tone was cold, ye Fantian didn''t send out the intention of killing. For snow and glass, ye Fantian was extremely tangled. Although he knew that she must be the enemy, ye Fantian still didn''t want to kill each other.


    This is an extremely complex emotion.


    "Let her go? We are a couple, ye Fantian. Even if I can''t kill you, I also want your woman! Shura kill way, Vientiane Shura!"


    A Changhong was released fiercely, and then hundreds of millions of Changhong appeared. These Changhong were either knife Qi or sword Qi, gun gang or blood killing


    Many kinds of evolution have become the Shura posture of a nose hell.


    In Ye Fantian''s heart, it''s a depression. A woman competes with herself for love. How funny it is, how funny it is. If you can, ye Fantian naively wants to kill the Zhiguan Saint again. What exactly did this give to snow and glass, so that an originally soft woman has become such a strange character now.


    "Ha ha... Ye Fantian, we will meet again."


    Watching Ye Fantian retreat, the snow colored glaze laughed wildly, and looked at him with a resentful look on his delicate pretty face, but there was still a complex fluctuation in the depths of his beautiful eyes, which was secretly released. I''m afraid snow colored glaze wouldn''t feel it.


    "Bang..."


    The jade hand breathed energy, just like a violent Shura long knife. It broke the shackles in an instant and disappeared in its place in an instant.


    "You..."


    Ye Fantian''s mouth roared angrily.


    However, she was unable to pursue each other, because Yan Yujing''s holy sword came again.


    "Hum..."


    He firmly held this substantial sword Qi in his hand. With a bitter smile and depressed fluctuation on his face, ye Fantian severely crushed the sword Qi in his hand into countless fine energy particles.


    "Snow and glass..."


    This time, ye Fantian was completely depressed. The change of snow and glass made Ye Fantian unable to adapt, and Yan Yujing obviously lost his memory.


    The secret skill that Shiyuan God King sealed her has lost its function. Originally, ye Fantian thought that yanyujing would recover as long as he killed the mysterious soul of Shiyuan God King.


    But now it seems that this is not the case.


    There should have been some changes in that mark. However, yanyujing obviously has a memory of herself. Otherwise, she would not withdraw her move just now.


    "I''m afraid I won''t find these two women so easily now."


    Ye Vatican could not help rubbing his forehead and felt quite a headache.


    However, ye Fantian can be sure that yanyujing won''t be hurt by the snow glass. Although he is very depressed about the change of the snow glass''s character, there won''t be much trouble.


    "Although the strength of the two is not the most powerful, I am quite relieved by the strength of Shura''s killing Tao and the terror of killing holy magic sword!"


    Ye Fantian whispered in his mouth and thought in his eyes.


    "Boom..."


    A vast power suddenly burst out at this time.


    This power instantly shrouded the whole green field, and the powerful breath showed incisively and vividly. It was a kind of amazing power, as if it could break the sky and control the universe.


    Such unbridled display of their own breath, people can not help but notice.


    "Dacheng eternal breath... Dacheng eternal strong!"


    Ye Fantian''s eyes flashed a trace of God''s awn, and quickly disappeared in the original place.


    "Boom..."


    A huge trace appeared. It was a sharp sword. It was an epoch-making sword with a flashing blade. It had an ancient and sacred smell, as if it was the ancient smell of the ancient times. The amazing fluctuation was shocking.


    "Hahaha... You''d better not run away. You can''t run away this time."


    A burst of arrogant voice was transmitted. It seemed that there was a strong self-confidence in the voice. This self-confidence led to the momentum of oneself, which began to become extremely terrible.


    "Poof..."


    A person''s body was shaky, his mouth slightly spit out a mouthful of residual blood, and his face had a faint smile. The black sickle in his hand slowly supported the ground so that his body would not fall down.


    This person is not the person of the devil''s nest who met in hell at the beginning. Who else will the blood refining be.


    Opposite him, a group of people looked at the blood Lian with poor complexion, and a trace of coldness was raised on the corners of their mouths.


    "Hiss..."


    The sickle scratched a long and narrow trace on the ground. Xuelian gasped and smiled. Even at this time, Xuelian was still smiling, but the smile became colder and colder.


    The devil''s eyes were not good at looking at the blood refining, the energy in his hands was boiling, and the brilliance in his eyes was flashing. It was obvious that he had a killing heart.


    "Devil, you have great courage. You not only chose our magic nest, but also colluded with the people of the demon cave. I just don''t know whether you will be accepted by the demon cave. As a human martial artist, I don''t seem to have heard that the people of the demon cave will like humans."


    Xuelian said with a smile. His tongue licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint cold breath.


    "Hum... Xuelian, don''t make any excuses again. I''m not an idiot. Naturally, I know how to choose or not. You''ve rushed to more than a dozen dimensional star regions, but you still can''t return to the devil''s nest. This time, as long as I kill you, I can return to the devil''s nest at any time. It''s a big deal to blame Ye Vatican."


    The devil''s tone was quite indifferent, but the violent fluctuation of his eyes betrayed his inner fear.


    People in the magic nest are such idiots. Even if they want to hide it from them, they may not hide it for too long. As for the people in the demon cave, they are a group of white eyed wolves. God knows whether they will help themselves.


    But at this time, the devil was already riding a tiger, and he hated Ye Fantian and his people more and more. However, he had a lot of comfort when he thought that ye Fantian had died in the storm of wronged souls.


    "Kill him!"


    Yang Li Da Zun drank coldly. His white as jade hands were like two ferocious white dragons, emitting the smell of death.


    "Damn... No strength."


    He tried his best to support the sickle in his hand. There was no fear on his face, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.


    "Qiang!"


    Seeing that the energy was about to explode, but at this time, a metal friction suddenly cut through the void. A magic gun emitting lightning and light suddenly tore the sky and stabbed the flesh of a strong demon Cave


    "Puff..."


    When the long gun entered the body, it was like a holy light with infinite power. The strength was even more terrible. Under one shot, it pierced the man''s flesh, and its strength was not reduced, nailing him to the ground.


    "Who!"


    "Presumptuous!"


    "How is that possible?"


    The face of the strong in the demon cave, including the devil, began to change.


    Yelling at the angry people around.


    "Devil, I miss you so much."


    A voice full of ridicule slowly passed out


    Hearing the voice, the devil''s face suddenly changed wildly, showed an incredible look in one direction, and roared loudly:


    "Ye Fantian... It''s you?!"


    The voice fluctuated with disbelief and trembled madly