The cold mang flickered, and the sword is vertical and horizontal.

In this way, Hua Yingtian stepped on the earth and took seven seven forty -nine steps. After each step fell, he would be angry at Ye Fan's body.

In the end, Ye Fan's body, seven, seventy, forty -nine knives in his body.

The long sleeves were broken, and the wrapping was exploded.

Everyone saw that Ye Fan's body was like Lu Tianhe, a hundred holes.

The whole shirt was broken.

"Xiaofan ~" Dong Mei shouted in a surprise.

"Mr. Chu ..." Lei Anting was frightened.

As for Lu Wenjing, the tears were mad, and the crying would rush down to find Ye Fan, and finally hugged by Lei Anting.

As for others, when they were trembling, they shook their heads and sighing.

Ye Yuyan, also looked at it, sighed.

After all, still, do not measure myself, find the way to death?

"Junior, it's over."

Looking at Ye Fan's clothes that had already had thousands of warehouses and hundreds of holes, Hua Yingtian closed the knife.

The cold and majestic voice, as if Ye Fan's death was sentenced to the death penalty.

He stood there like this, looked at the indifferent eyes, waiting for Ye Fan to be stained with blood, and waiting for Ye Fan to fall into a pool of blood like Lu Tianhe.

However, one second, two seconds ~

Twenty seconds have passed.

Although Ye Fan's coat was destroyed, but on the body, no blood was seen.

As if Hua Yingtian's previous sword was cut on the body of steel.

He waved seven or seventeen -nine swords, but he resolutely found that he could not be on Ye Fan, leaving a sword injury.

"No!"

"This .. Is this impossible?"

"Never?"

At that moment, Hua Yingtian finally could no longer be calm.

Both eyes stared at the man in front of him like looking at the devil.

He was proud of his swordsman, but did not expect that he couldn't hurt Ye Fan at all?

Ye Fan's weirdness and strength made Hua Yingtian's heart began to emerge.

When Hua Yingtian was out of attitude, Ye Fan was naked, and his copper -colored body was full of muscles.

No one knows, Ye Fan's seemingly thin body contains, what are the majestic power?

Ye Fan didn't speak, but just stepped up, towards Hua Yingtian, approached step by step.

The low sound of footsteps, as if the death of the death of the god of death. The smile in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth seemed to be more fond and horrible.

"Junior, really underestimated you!"

"However, don't think that you can stop my seven sword cuts, so I can't take you."

"My Hua Yingtian is the disciple of the sword god Wang Yuehe!"

"Next, I will let you see it, my real power of Hua Yingtian."

After all, Hua Yingtian is also a generation of strong, and soon calm down from the previous tremor.

He was gloomy and looked straight at Ye Fan, and his momentum swept again.

As if a bow, gradually pulling away, the torrential power gathered crazy.

When Lu Tianhe saw this, his old eyes trembled suddenly: "Is it necessary, he wants to use it, the famous sword of the Japanese sword god, look at the moon sword tactics! ??"

Stab ~

When Lu Tianhe was shocked, Hua Yingtian's sharp sword had already cut it out.

The sword is sharp, just if the sword river is generally across the world.

In this way, with the unstoppable trend, he splitted on Ye Fan.

Boom ~

Sky sword qi, bring up the sky dust.

Nearly moment, Ye Fan's thin figure was swallowed by sword gas.

"Haha ~"

"Ye Fan, let you become famous, let you cover the world."

"Today, it's not the seven -foot Qingfeng peak of my Hua Yingtian!"

Seeing Ye Fan swallowed up by his sword move, Hua Yingtian suddenly laughed at the sky.
Chapter completed!