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When he saw the powerful Zihuomen Heavenly Emperor stabbing into the abdomen of the dragon with a sword and seeing the painful tears from the corners of the dragon's eyes, Ye Fan's anger was like a volcano erupting, which was difficult to contain!

The third level of disintegration, the sword intention disintegration, Ye Fan relied on continuous hard work to practice, and the strengthening of the Vermillion Bird Divine Fire a few days ago, it was already smooth when used.

Without waiting for the three people from Zihuo Sect to ask a few more questions, Ye Fan had waved the giant sword in his hand, commanding tens of thousands of flying swords, and quickly assembled into eight giant dragons in the air!

"Eight Desolate Emperor Dragon!"

Eight stegosauruses shrouded down from all directions, directly blocking the escape routes of the three!

None of these three people can leave!

"No... impossible! Imperial-level sword intent!? Holy realm pressure!?"

"When will the emperor-level sword cultivator come out of the Holy Realm powerhouse of the Cave Heaven and Blessing Land!?"

"Don't stand there! Run!!"

The eldest brother was the clearest and loudly reminded the two younger brothers that this was not something they could fight against!

Within the same level, the imperial sword intent is an absolute advantage, not to mention that this is the power of the holy realm, which completely crushes their existence!

"Follow me! Bounce out!"

The Emperor of Heaven greeted him and pulled out the top-grade spiritual weapon-level flying sword with purple light. He used his cultivation level to the Emperor of Heaven and was surrounded by purple flames.

The two masters of the Heavenly Kings did not dare to be arrogant, and directly discarded the chain of the spiritual weapon they held, activate their true energy together, and sprinted in the same direction!

The three of them turned into a huge trident with purple light, trying to break through to the gap between the two emperor dragons!

Seeing this, Ye Fan found that he underestimated the speed and power of the three people's joint efforts.

Although the Eight Desolate Emperor Dragon is powerful, it lacks agility and coverage, and is easily escaped by these people.

With a thought, Ye Fan suddenly thought of a move.

The eight emperor dragons followed the call of the sword master and directly changed the direction of swimming, turning into horizontal circles!

In an instant, the eight emperor dragons seemed to have become layers of swords, and like copper and iron walls, directly blocking all gaps!

The three Zihuo Sect monks were about to rush out when they saw the sword dragon lying horizontally. There were four sword dragons in front of them in an instant, layered layers!

"Senior Brother! This... you can't force yourself!"

"The emperor-level sword intent of a powerful person in the holy realm will die!!"

All the flying swords in front of you are blessed by the emperor-level sword intent, and their true energy cannot be broken through at all!

What made them even more desperate was that the Emperor Dragon gradually wrapped the entire space, and the eight Emperor Dragons seemed to merge into one, forming a cage of swords!

Ye Fan stood in the huge spherical space, looking at the flying sword everywhere in front of him, and felt quite satisfied.

"This move...is called the 'Died Dragon Sword Prison'... You should feel honored. I will use your blood to commemorate the birth of this move..."

The eldest brother's face was pale, "Who is the sacred person? Why do you have to go against us?

We are under the disciples of the Ancestor Zixuan. Master is also a powerful person in the holy realm. If you hurt us, you will be an enemy of the Ancestor Zixuan!"

Ye Fan didn't care about this, and the giant sword in his hand lit up the sword light, and his figure flashed quickly!

"breaking Dawn!"

The Emperor of Heaven, who was still talking just now, had already fallen!

A strand of the soul of the Emperor of Heaven fled out in panic!

"roar!"

The extremely angry dragon broke free from the iron chain at this time!

One of them took off, spit out a mouthful of dragon flame, directly burning its soul, completely dissipating!

The two kings collapsed, not caring about flying swords around them, and they tried to escape in both directions.

However, as soon as they approached the edge of the sword prison, countless flying swords were like flying locusts, completely breaking them through!

The two corpses were pierced and decomposed into a bunch of blood mist!

In a few breaths, the Emperor of One Day and the King of Two Days were killed instantly by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan waved his hand, and thousands of flying swords dispersed and returned to the sword god's ring.

"Owner!"

The dragon heard an extremely excited feeling, and entered Ye Fan's mind with a little aggrieved consciousness.

Ye Fan was filled with emotion, took a deep breath, flew over, and slapped the dragon head hard!

"You greedy snake! How could you be here!?"

The dragon in front of me is Xiao Jin, an old friend who once shared hardships and was a friend of life and death!

Although Xiao Jin has obviously turned into a dragon and her appearance has changed, this aura has not changed at all after decades!

When Ye Fan heard such a familiar tone and called him master, he was even more sure!

The dumplings were on Ye Fan's shoulder and made a angrily "hmm" sound, as if they found out that Ye Fan knew this dragon and could not be eaten. I felt a little regretful...

Xiao Jin was hit on the head. Although it hurt a little, it happily cracked the dragon's mouth.

"Master...Master, I miss you so much... When you are not here, you are often worried and sad..."

Seeing that this greedy snake actually showed its true feelings and began to fall out huge dragon tears again, Ye Fan felt a little sour.

"Why are you crying? You've been thousands of years old and have only been separated for decades. Is it like that?" Ye Fan cursed with a smile.

"With that being said, Xiao Jin is today because of his master...

However, the master is still the master, always so powerful...

After so many years, I finally didn't wait in vain, and I knew that my master must be alive..."

Ye Fan sighed, looked at the wound on Xiao Jin's abdomen, and found that it was healing, and said, "Is the injury okay?"

"This little injury is fine! If it weren't for their ambush, these three miscellaneous hairs might not have done anything to me!

The hateful thing is their master, the old mao named Zixuan Ancestor...

But when the master comes, I don’t have to worry about being caught as a mount. It’s so great!”

Ye Fan was about to say something, but found that some people noticed the movement and leaned over, knowing that they were the monks from the Zihuo Sect.

So Ye Fan immediately asked Xiao Jin to hide, flew downstairs first, find a place to explain the matter clearly.

Killing is ready at any time, and he is eager to know what is going on now.

Xiao Jin knew it and instantly became smaller, turning into a blue-gold dragon, only half of his arm was short, very delicate and cute.

It looked at the dumplings lying on Ye Fan's shoulder, a little puzzled, but it quickly told Ye Fan and flew towards a position below.

Ye Fan thought that if he wanted to kill someone here, it would be better not to use his original appearance, so he turned his face into Leng Xingchen's appearance.

"Master, in front is the mountain protection formation of Honglian Gate. Go to Qian first, then Gen..."

Xiao Jin commanded, and according to a specific route, the scenery ahead suddenly changed, from a messy mountain forest to a sect with dozens of towers.

Pavilions, water pavilions, carved beams, painted buildings, stone bridges, roads, gurgling streams, clouds and mists, like a fairyland.
Chapter completed!