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Chapter 592(1/2)

"I don't care whether you are from China or from Kunlunxu, kneel down and surrender, otherwise I will let you disappear from now on!"

"I'm here today, you are not qualified to move!"

A powerful aura swept through!

Zhuang Bufan, who is at the peak of the extraordinary realm, finally took action!

Endless majesty covers it!

Everyone held their breath!

As if scared!

The old man from the Ji family who originally planned to take action also stopped moving.

Judging from Ye Chen's talent and the meaning of swordsmanship, he planned to win over Ye Chen and sell his feelings.

But now that Zhuang Bufan stands up in person, the matter will be serious.

It rose directly to Yibao General Pavilion!

Ye Chen sneered: "No one can stop the person I want to kill. That old man has the best ending. If you want to stop him, are you sure you have this qualification?"

After the words fell, Ye Chen released his murderous intent.

The spiritual sword captured from Yibao Pavilion suddenly appeared!

Shoot directly!

No hesitation!

This sword was originally intended to be given to his mother Jiang Yingrong, but now it seems that it will be used to slap Yi Baoge in the face!

"Swoosh!"

Countless lightnings were wrapped around the spiritual sword.

Even Ye Chen pinched his fingers, and a drop of essence, blood and runes were stamped on the spirit sword.

The spirit sword turned into countless phantoms in the blink of an eye!

Looking for it!

Zhuang Bufan's expression changed and he quickly stopped the phantom of the spirit sword!

But there are too many phantoms, dense!

He blocked most of it!

But it's useless!

The way of talismans, but can he see through?

"Puchi!"

The spirit sword pierced directly into Fan Lao's heart.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Fan Lao widened his eyes. He could not have thought that Zhuang Bufan would die if he took action.

The key is to die at the hands of Ye Shitian!

He is unwilling to give up!

Blood was spitting out in big mouthfuls, and his vitality passed away wildly.

Finally, he fell into a pool of blood.

"Zhuang Bufan, I want to kill someone. Now, do you think you are qualified to stop him?"

"Also, I want to take away the blood Fenghua. If you make me dislike it, I don't mind killing you."

Cold words fell.

Nothing to give Yibao Pavilion any kindness.

"Play..."

Ye Chen's indifferent words, when he heard Zhuang Bufan's ears, it was like a thunder exploded, and it seemed like a loud slap in the face!

Ye Chen said this indifferently and said this indifferently? This is the biggest insult to Yibao Pavilion!

The biggest insult to him Zhuang Bufan!

It seemed that Zhuang Bufan felt that the whole world looked at him, mocking and sneering.

In fact, those people who watch it dare not laugh!

Besides shock, it is also shocking.

Puff...

After a sudden anxiety in his heart, Zhuang Bufan's soul was turbulent and he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

This invisible revenge is the most terrifying thing.

After today, if Ye Shitian does not die, he will definitely become a laughing stock!

What do you think of Yi Bao General Pavilion?

Even the dignity of Yibao Pavilion cannot be kept. He is the eternal sinner of Yibao Pavilion!

How could Zhuang Bufan let Ye Chen leave? His strength is definitely not comparable to that of the likes of Fan Lao.

Ye Shitian can defeat Fan Lao, but can he defeat Zhuang Bufan?

"Ye Shitian, you are too arrogant!"

Zhuang Bufan walked towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stood with a sword at this moment, with a cold expression.

He could feel the true energy passing by madly.

Although he crushed Fan Lao just now, it also caused great damage to him.

If he fights again, his strength will inevitably fall a lot.

brush……

The cold wind whistled, and as Ye Chen thought, a figure flashed by, and in a blink of an eye, it was only a few dozen meters away from Ye Chen!

Wearing a blue shirt, her face was cold, and between her eyes, a cold light surging, and her murderous intent was awe-inspiring!

Zhuang Bufan still took action!

His eyes locked on Ye Chen tightly, like a fierce beast, ready to attack at any time and completely tear Ye Chen apart.

"Ye Chen, today, let me learn about your strength! You owe me Yibao Pavilion, and today I will ask you to pay your blood debt."

Buzz...

The wrist shook, the long sword left his body, and the cold light flashed above the sword tip.

Zhuang Bufan pointed his sword tip straight at Ye Chen, and snorted coldly with expressionless face.

In those words, there was endless hatred.

Ye Chen killed Mr. Fan and owed Yi Baoge blood debt.

The sword force rises, and the sword energy is soaring!

Zhuang Bufan stood there holding a long sword in his hand, without making any moves, but the actual sword energy had already begun to sweep.

The cold wind is blowing, and the world is silent!

The whole world became colder.

"Blood debt and blood repayment?"

Feeling this sword intent, Ye Chen's pupils shrank faintly.

Zhuang Bufan? It turns out that he is a strong man! Just the sword intent emitted at this moment is no longer comparable to that of the old man Fan!

"If I want my blood debt to repay, it depends on your strength!"

Buzz...

With a trembling wrist, the true energy in the whole body burst out, the Breaking Yang Sword shaking, and a light roar spread throughout Yibao Pavilion!

At this moment, the battle had not yet begun, but the two powerful sword intents were the first to entangle and collide between heaven and earth.

The cold wind is like a knife, turning into sword energy!

During the collision, dull sounds were made.

"This is the battle between the strong!"

"What a powerful sword intent!"

"The sword force has not yet fully risen, but the sword intent is already creepy!"

"I heard that Zhuang Bufan's sword intent originated from a generation of sword god Zhuang Youdao thousands of years ago, so it was extraordinary. But I didn't expect that Ye Shitian would actually..."
To be continued...
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