Fan Heyang was furious and flames surged all over his body.

He has been in the martial arts world for so many years and has a prominent identity. Not to mention being in the Holy Hall, even the entire Holy Realm can be named.

Except for those saints who are arrogant, no one should be polite when they see him and respectfully call him Emperor Yang.

Now, a junior in the weapon hall has turned the martial arts hall upside down. Such humiliation must be washed away with blood.

"Ye Huan, I originally disdained to use force with you, but now, you should show off your weapons." Fan Heyang took a step forward, stepped on the void, and sacrificed his flame gun.

Then he saw a series of pressure coming, making Fan and Yang look like gods, and his appearance was extremely ferocious.

Gongsun Shang was smiling grimly. Fan Heyang was a quasi-saint weapon in his hands. With his quasi-saint's strength, Ye Huan was afraid that he would be unable to escape this time.

Ye Huan did not dare to neglect, so he stepped forward and came to Fan Heyang. There was only a distance of dozens of feet between the two.

Fan Heyang was shocked when he noticed the high-level emperor breath on Ye Huan.

It turns out that people in the martial arts world have not figured out Ye Huan's true strength. If they use the middle-level emperor to ambush the high-level emperor, they will naturally have to die.

Thinking of this, Fan Heyang couldn't help but look at Gongsun Shang, blaming him for being useless. He obviously has a higher level than Ye Huan, but he will still lose to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan showed his Qianlong Sword, and when the Qianlong Sword came out, the sky seemed to have a big sun.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three figures flew over, but they were the lords of the other three altars, and the big figures in each prominent place.

Zhao Yinghao said: "I didn't expect that even the owner of Fan Hall was alarmed. Ye Huan from this weapon hall is too fierce."

Hu Xiaotian snorted: "No matter how genius Ye Huan is, it is always wrong to dare to commit crimes. If it were me, I would never tolerate him."

Lu Tianji said: "This is the territory of the martial arts world, and we should not interfere. Let's see how Senior Brother Fan will deal with Ye Huan. For such a talented disciple, it is best to save his life and allow him to correct his mistakes."

"Look, what is that?" Zhao Yinghao suddenly screamed in shock.

"This is the breath of a saint. Ye Huan is holding a holy weapon?" Lu Tianji said in an incredible voice.

"No! No! At most it is a pseudo-holy weapon. But where did he get it?" Hu Xiaotian's eyes widened.

It’s not that they were shocked. Now that the five major divisions of the Holy Temple are under the Holy Temple, only Fan Heyang has a quasi-holy weapon in his hands. Unexpectedly, there is one more Ye Huan.

"Hehe, it's lively now." Zhao Yinghao looked at the seven-foot sword in Ye Huan's hand with a fiery gaze.

When the Qianlong sword came out, Fan Heyang's body shook, and a greedy expression appeared in his eyes.

No one would think that good things like quasi-sacred artifacts would be hot. Fan Heyang secretly decided to snatch them from Ye Huan.

"Look at the gun!"

Fan Heyang shouted angrily, and the flame gun in his hand stabbed Ye Huan.

A red spear light, ten meters long, was like burning the void, and the momentum was quite amazing.

Ye Huan did not dare to neglect, so he quickly moved his body and changed his position. His body disappeared from Fan Heyang like a ghost and emerged from behind him.

Fan Heyang was furious and turned around quickly. With his eyesight, he didn't even see the route Ye Huan was following.

All this is like teleportation. Even a high-level emperor should not have such skills. It must be a special skill.

"Wuji Sword Technique!"

Ye Huan shouted loudly, and the hidden dragon sword in his hand turned into a dragon and stabbed towards Fan and Yang.

In Ye Huan's hands, there are two hidden dragon swords in total. This quasi-saint-level hidden dragon sword is undoubtedly even more powerful.

Wuji Sword Technique focuses on an invisible and intent sword technique, which was originally a sword technique that was refined from chaos.

Of course, this is just a slight prototype of chaos. The real chaos is the supreme way. With Ye Huan's current skills, it is impossible to realize it.

Even so, Fan Heyang was shocked and sweated. He could not have imagined that Ye Huan's sword technique was so strange.

Fan Heyang's body turned into a red cloud and hurriedly avoided the side. His body was extremely fast.

Ye Huan's spiritual thought moved, and the Qianlong Sword let out a low dragon roar and sank into the void.

When the Qianlong Sword emerged again, it had reached Fan Heyang's side, and the tip of the sword was exactly his throat.

Fan Heyang felt a chill in his heart. If he was stabbed by the Qianlong Sword, even if he was in the quasi-saint realm, he would die on the spot.

In desperation, Fan Heyang stabbed out with one shot. This shot was full of majesty and made Fan Heyang extremely powerful.

Before the flame spear could stab, the Hidden Dragon Sword disappeared and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Fan Heyang felt his soul rising from the dead. He had never seen such a strange sword technique.

However, at a young age, how could Ye Huan practice sword skills so sophisticated? Seeing his sword skills so elusive, at least he should have worked hard on them.

Fan Heyang looked at Ye Huan and felt more and more frightened. Could it be that Ye Huan was possessed by an old ghost for hundreds of years? Otherwise, how could all this be explained?

But it was not the time to think about these things in front of him. Fan Heyang rushed towards Ye Huan with a flame gun in his hand.

The power of the Qianlong Sword is amazing. Fan Heyang was killed so much that his soul was rising. If he wanted to get rid of the predicament in front of him, he had to get rid of Ye Huan who manipulated the Qianlong Sword.

Fan Heyang was so powerful that his quasi-saint was so powerful that before the person arrived, a large surging flame completely enveloped Ye Huan.

"Senior Brother Fan, show mercy." This was the hurried voice of Lu Tianji.

Seeing that Ye Huan had such skills at such a young age, Lu Tianji couldn't help but think of loving talent, and then she shouted loudly.

Fan Heyang turned a deaf ear to him. He was in a strong murderous intent. If he could not kill Ye Huan, he would definitely not be able to suppress his tigers in the future with Ye Huan's growth rate.

Ye Huan came to the door, which was a great opportunity and the last opportunity. Fan Heyang thought for a moment and understood the key points, so how dare he not give his all.

Gongsun Shang looked around and felt cold sweat all over his body.

Gongsun Shang never took Ye Huan seriously, until he was killed by Ye Huan in the Golden Body Arhat Temple and ran away in a panic.

In just one month, Ye Huan's strength has increased more than ten times compared to before. When he thought of this amazing growth rate of force, Gongsun Shang felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh my God! How could there be such a terrifying person in the world?" Gongsun Shang kept murmuring.

Gongsun Shang could only pray secretly, hoping that Fan and Yangneng would kill Ye Huan. Otherwise, from now on, he would be worried that he would sleep and eat and worry about Ye Huan's revenge on him.

Lu Tianji's shouting was finally a step slower, and he saw a large area of ​​hot flames completely covering Ye Huan.

The flame gun in Fan Heyang's hand even smashed heavily with the momentum of a pancake.

The boundless flames, centered on Fan and Yang, constantly radiated outward, like angry dragons.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely not believe that how could a person alone create such a strong flame?

Don’t forget that Fan Heyang has reached the quasi-saint realm, and his every move and force is comparable to a top-level and powerful quasi-saint weapon.
Chapter completed!