Chapter 1270 : Chapter 1270 - Strongest Abandoned Son

Just as Shan Fu relaxed a bit, he saw a brilliant purple rainbow flying towards Yi Yi who was standing far away, and suddenly became extremely angry. mBut at this moment, it was too late for him to say anything, because as long as there was a moment of hesitation, Yi Yi would die.

Fan Fu no longer cared about dealing with a monk like Ye Mo who was ashamed to burn his blood essence. Immediately, a mouthful of blood essence was burned, and then he sacrificed a low-grade real weapon shield, which blocked the blood in an instant. In front of Yi Yi.

Only then did Yi Yi realize that this was not a peony that was about to bloom, but a purple rainbow that wanted to kill him. While he was sweating profusely, the same low-grade real weapon shield was sacrificed.

The purple rainbow split by Ye Mo'Zilong' has reached its limit at this time, and even the surrounding monks can feel the tragic and irreversible momentum, and they can't help but take a few steps back again. At the same time, I was secretly shocked by the power of Ye Mo's knife, it was simply a knife that would not give up until it reached its goal.

This kind of saber technique is invincible. When ordinary people encounter this kind of saber technique, their minds are already taken away. However, this knife method also has a disadvantage, that is, it is not easy to recover. Once the indomitable swordsmanship fails to injure the enemy, it may injure oneself in the end.

Of course Ye Mo knew the power of his Huanyun Huashan Saber, it was an indomitable saber technique, never returning to blood. And this sword, Ye Mo, was determined to kill Yi Yi. After going out, even the split sword light converged in the bright purple rainbow that must kill.

"Boom...click..."

Two loud bangs sounded, and the low-grade real weapon shield that Fan Fu sacrificed hastily shattered like a piece of tofu under the purple awns. At the same time, the real essence overflowed, and the air around it exploded with crackling sounds. At this time, the Zimang dimmed at the same time, and it seemed that it was about to return in vain.

Ye Mo snorted, and after burning a mouthful of blood, his true energy and consciousness skyrocketed at the same time. Nothing left was injected into the 'Zi Yan'. The purple awns that had dimmed just now bloomed again.

"click"

There was another loud bang, and the purple rainbow light hit a shield again. Although the quality of this defensive shield is not the same as the previous one, the effect is much worse. It didn't take half a minute to stop Zihong, and it was split by Zihong.

At this time, the purple rainbow is even more beautiful, and the eyes of the purple mans can't be opened. The people around were reluctant to close their eyes, the brilliance was too beautiful and too attractive, making people unwilling to look away.

"puff"

The roses in the purple awns seem to be in full bloom. The beautiful feeling reached its peak in this sound. A bright red flower blooms in the middle of the purple awn,

But quickly withered and withered.

In a short while, the purple awn completely disappeared, as if it came and went quickly. And Yi Yi, who was in the middle of the bright red just now, was lying on the ground without a sound. A streak of blood red streaked across his brow.

The hall was completely silent at this moment, without any sound or movement. It became a scene of complete silence. At this time, everyone understood what the brilliant red that bloomed in the middle of the purple rainbow just now was, it was Yi Yi's blood that bloomed under Ye Mo's sword rainbow before he died.

Fan Fu was stunned, the Thunder Arc Sword and Zimang Dao Array besieging him had disappeared, only his Fire Pattern Mirror and seven sharp short swords were flying above his head.

It took a long time before Fan Fu stared at Ye Mo in disbelief, and said word by word: "You killed Yi'er. How dare you kill Yi'er..."

When he uttered the second sentence, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he suddenly shouted loudly, "I'm going to kill you..."

Ye Mo looked at Fan Fu coldly and said sarcastically: "Stop bragging. You've been killing me just now, but I'm fine until now. Fuck you, hit me if you want."

After speaking, Ye Mo waved his hand, and a Baji cauldron was suspended above his head.

Only then did the monks in the hall understand. It turns out that Ye Mo hasn't even sacrificed a defensive magic weapon until now. But a monk who didn't even sacrifice a defensive magic weapon was actually fighting a monk of the ninth level of catastrophe. Killed the disciple of the robbery monk.

No one would believe this if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, because it was too outrageous, not ordinary.

At this moment, Shan Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but calmed down. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he stared at Ye Mo and said, "Very well, you really have the money to challenge me, and you haven't even sacrificed your defensive magic weapon, so I underestimate you. Why don't you kill you today?" Yi'er takes revenge, and I, Fanfu, swear not to be a human being. Let me, Fanfu, see what kind of evildoer comes out of Beiwangzhou."

As soon as Fan Fu finished speaking, the fire pattern mirror above his head hummed even more, and the seven short swords also automatically emitted a strong murderous intent.

"Master..." Tang Mengrao's disciple Yuechan looked at Ye Mo in horror. She never imagined that such a young cultivator, Ye Mo, could still suppress Fan Fu. This felt incredible to her.

"Senior Brother Shan, I don't think this is a place to fight. Besides, Nephew Yi Yi killed Ye Mo's friend Li Qishan in Feihai back then..." Seeing that the two were about to fight, Tang Mengrao immediately persuaded them. But at the same time, he waved his hand to tell his disciple not to speak.

"Hahahaha..." Fan Fu laughed wildly, but there was no half smile on his face. Just after laughing, he pointed at Ye Mo and said: "A mere ant riding a tripod, kill my disciple, I don't kill him for leisure To avenge my son, I, Fan Fu, will not have to come out again. What is Li Qishan, dare to compare with my disciple."

Ye Mo sneered and said, "I just killed a piece of trash. Do you have to act like your father died? Oh, could it be that Yi Yi is your illegitimate son?"

"It's nothing more than the sharpness of the tongue." After Shan Fu finished speaking, the seven short swords on the top of his head quickly spun, bringing up sword circles visible to the naked eye, and the sword circles were still slowly expanding.

"Sword field?" Tang Mengrao said in surprise when she saw the sword circle spreading outward. She didn't expect that after not seeing him for a few years, Fan Fu even had a sword field.

The formation of the sword field is much more difficult than the formation of the true essence field, and the formation of the sword field can only be formed after the sword has reached a certain level. Moreover, Tang Mengrao also knew that the monks who could form a sword field were generally kendo monks who used one sword. Seven short swords like Shan Fu could also form a sword field. It can only be said that his progress was too great.

Ye Mo looked at the circle of swords spreading out from Shan Fu's seven small swords, but he didn't care. He didn't even sacrifice the 'Purple Basket' in his hand, but just took out a clean white cloth.

No one knew what Ye Mo was doing with the white cloth at this time, his opponent Jian Yu had come out, he was still so calm, even Tang Mengluo admired Ye Mo a little.

Fan Fu didn't understand what Ye Mo was doing with a piece of white cloth, but Ye Mo raised the white cloth in his hand, and said to Fan Fu, "If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but you have to wait a bit."

After speaking, Ye Mo picked up the white cloth and wiped the magic weapon of the kitchen knife in his hand again and again. After wiping, he raised his hand again and a ball of flames burned the white cloth in his hand. He looked at it and said, "Just now I killed a piece of trash, which made my knife dirty. It took me a long time to wipe it clean. Well, I can do it now."

The people around were dumbfounded, only then did they realize that Ye Mo wanted to insult Fan Fu. Shan Fu just said that Ye Mo's friend named Li Qishan can't compare with his disciples, but he immediately said that killing his disciples also dirty his knife.

A discerning monk can see clearly that Ye Mo's knife didn't touch Yi Yi at all just now, and it was the knife rainbow in his hand that killed Yi Yi.

Fan Fu's face was livid, he knew that he couldn't compare to Ye Mo when it came to sarcasm, so he stopped talking, and his true energy surged into the fire-pattern mirror and the seven-star sword.

The rest of the monks in the hall retreated one after another. Seeing that the two were about to fight again, no one wanted to be affected in the scope of the two fighting.

At this moment, there were bursts of rumbling sounds, and everyone's feet began to vibrate, as if the place where they were standing was about to collapse in the next moment.

Earth crack? All the monks at the scene thought of these two words. Once the ground cracks, it means that it will be swallowed by cracks at any time. Not to mention the False God cultivator, even the Riding Ding cultivator, once the ground is deeply cracked, his life is in danger.

The general deep ground fissures not only bury monks deep underground, but also interspersed with space cracks and space storms. Once caught in the space crack, there is no other way but to wait for death. What's more, even without these, once it is buried thousands of miles deep underground, it is difficult to climb out, and it is possible to die underground in the end.

So when the rumbling sound sounded under his feet, even Fan Fu, who was eager to kill Ye Mo, put away his magic weapon. There is no rush to kill Ye Mo, he wants to get the contents of those six light spheres before he escapes from the ground crack.

The two False God monks seemed to know that there was no hope of staying in this hall, and with the occurrence of the ground fissure, they immediately rushed to the entrance, wanting to escape. It's just that the two of them had just rushed into the passage, and the space wind blade, which was dozens of times stronger than before, tore them apart.

It was when Tang Mengrao and Fan Fu's spiritual consciousness swept over them, they both showed serious expressions.

The third False God cultivator walked to the door, saw the two False God cultivators being torn apart by the space wind blade, and immediately wanted to retreat, but one of his outstretched feet disappeared inexplicably.

"Space Rift..."

There is no layman here, obviously knowing that the reason why this monk lost a foot inexplicably was because of a crack in space.

If the Space Wind Blade could still escape with its own ability, then there is no other way than death when encountering a space crack. Unless you can be strong enough to tear apart space, how can such a master be found in the cultivation world? Even the entire Luoyue Continent had only heard of Chu Jiuyu at the beginning.

(The fourth one will be delivered, the monthly pass is not as good as I can make up for it with hard work, please friends give a monthly pass, let's fight!)

......<> As soon as Fan Fu relaxed, he saw a brilliant purple rainbow slashing towards Yi Yi who was standing far away, and suddenly became extremely angry. But at this moment, it was too late for him to say anything, because as long as there was a moment of hesitation, Yi Yi would die.

The purple rainbow split by Ye Mo'Zilong' has reached its limit at this time, and even the monks around can feel the tragic and irreversible momentum, and they can't help but take a few steps back again. At the same time, I was secretly shocked by the power of Ye Mo's knife, it was simply a knife that would not give up until it reached its goal.

"Boom...click..."

Two loud bangs sounded, and the low-grade real weapon shield that Fan Fu sacrificed hastily shattered like a piece of tofu under the purple awns. At the same time, the essence is overflowing. The air around the explosion crackled. At this time, the Zimang dimmed at the same time, and it seemed that it was about to return in vain.

Ye Mo snorted, and after burning a mouthful of blood, his true energy and spiritual consciousness skyrocketed at the same time, and nothing left was injected into the 'Zi Yan'. The purple awns that had dimmed just now bloomed again.

"click"

At this time, the purple rainbow is even more beautiful. The eyes of the purple mans can't be opened. The people around were reluctant to close their eyes, the brilliance was too beautiful and too attractive, making people unwilling to look away.

"puff"

The roses in the purple awns seemed to be in full bloom, and the feeling of beauty reached its peak in this sound. A bright red flower blooms in the middle of the purple awn. But quickly withered and withered.

Fan Fu was stunned, the Thunder Arc Sword and Zimang Dao Array besieging him had disappeared, only his Fire Pattern Mirror and seven sharp short swords were flying above his head.

It took a long time for Fan Fu to stare at Ye Mo in disbelief. He said word by word: "You killed Yi'er. How dare you kill Yi'er..."

When he uttered the second sentence, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he suddenly shouted loudly, "I'm going to kill you..."

Ye Mo looked at Fan Fu coldly and said sarcastically: "Stop bragging, you've been killing me just now. I'm fine until now. Shout out, hit me if you want."

After speaking, Ye Mo waved his hand, and a Baji cauldron was suspended above his head.

Only then did the monks in the hall understand that Ye Mo hadn't even sacrificed a defensive magic weapon until now. But a monk who didn't even sacrifice a defensive magic weapon. He actually killed the disciple of the monk who had changed the robbery when he was fighting a monk of the ninth level of the robbery.