A group of monks in the city of innocence, subconsciously solidified their expression, stood rigidly and did not dare to move.

They always worried that the city owner suddenly recovered and revived.

However, after waiting for a while, I did not see any reaction from the owner's body.

Instead, there was a scorching smell of meat that came out of the corpse wound.

"The city owner... is really dead?" Quisin stepped forward and used the knife to touch the body of the city owner. It was difficult to set the channel.

"The power of a sword," Eroman said with emotion.

"I didn't expect it to be such a monster, I really didn't expect it."

"The days of trepidation, I finally got to the end"...

Most of the monks still showed a smile, and after all, no one liked to put a remote bomb in the body.

"Right, how is the sword god?"

Everyone calmed down and looked at the direction of Ye Fan’s fall.

Undoubtedly, seeing the war just now, everyone has completely convinced the name of this "sword god".

There are a few of Quesin and Ai Luoman, and even some of them have a lingering fear. If Ye Fan does not intend to kill, they may be premature.

Ye Fan killed the city owner, although not to save them, but it also equals their freedom, it is worthy of them.

I was a little embarrassed at the moment and felt that the previous performance was too reckless and disrespectful.

In the middle of a ruin.

Ye Fan’s head was groggy, in a dark world, he vaguely heard someone shouting his name.

"Ye Fan! Ye Fan, wake up! How is your kid!?"

In front of her eyes, the figure of Liu Qinghou gradually emerged.

"Oh..." Ye Fan felt that his lungs were burning like fire, and he exhaled a hard breath.

His hair is boring, his skin is sallow, his lips are pale and dry, and the whole person is like an old man with a light-filled lamp. He has no vitality.

"You kid! Finally woke up... you are too rash! See what hurts you! You can't really wake up if you have a bad pool!"

Liu Qing Hou Fu helped Yang Fan and let him lean on a wall.

Ye Fan has no strength at all, and his body is sour and soft. There is no place that does not hurt.

The key he found was that his own spirits were all weak, and the whole person was broken from the inside out, and was hollowed out...

Liu Qinghou is right, it is no different from his death.

Because he simply can't control the power that his last sword will consume.

I am taking the sword of life. If the last sword is more fierce, I may have crossed the boundaries of life and death and I will not wake up completely!

If he is physically strong, his mental strength will be abundant again. Once the recovery rate is not enough to consume, it is tantamount to suicide.

Like a plant, no matter how strong it is, if you lose too much water, it will naturally die.

"Using the power that is beyond the control, Xiao Yefan, this ancestor admits that you are bolder than me.

I don't want to go with such an ugly monster." Xiao Rou sat on the wall and swayed two slender legs.

Ye Fan’s mouth was a bitter smile, and he was weak and said: “I know... you won’t do your best... then I only have to fight on my own...”

At this time, a group of monks in the city of innocence also came over.

Seeing Ye Fan’s appearance at this time, a group of monks showed complex colors.

Everyone can see that Ye Fan is now weak, and I am afraid that if I go up alone, I can kill him.

In this way, the sword **** who has just become the first person in the wild, may fall down in a hurry...

Liu Qinghou apparently also realized this, especially since Ye Fan also defeated three defenders.

"Xiaorou, you are leaving with Ye Fan," Liu Qinghou looked at the back of the group with a vigilant voice and whispered.

Not waiting for Xiaorou to say anything, Kui Xin roared and said: "Last name Liu! What do you mean!? Who are you when I am Quesin!?

The people of our family will not make such a despicable act of sinister danger! ”

"The sword **** and me are actually innocent and invincible. They also killed the city owner and broke the spells in my body. How can I harm him?" Ai Luoman also said.

Both of them have made such a statement, and some of them are not daring, and naturally they dare not make it.

Liu Qinghou breathed a sigh of relief. "I am so hearted, don't mind."

At this moment, Shu Lanting silently took out the Shanhe pen.

"Book Lanting! What are you doing?!" Liu Qinghou nervous.

Xiaorou rolled his eyes on the city. "Xiaoliu, what are you nervous about? She is not murderous, are you stupid?"

Liu Qinghou is also concerned about chaos. After all, Ye Fan is both a descendant of his wife and a descendant of his appreciation.

Although the strength gap is wide, he still has an elder attitude.

Shu Lanting wrote a "run" word in a quiet manner.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a life-filled aura of condensation, which fell on Ye Fan.

These auras quickly fell into the body of Ye Fan...

Everyone realized that it was the book Lanting who was treating Ye Fan.

"Thanks……"

Ye Fan was faint at this moment and bowed.

However, he followed closely and found that these highly concentrated auras and rains did not help much to his body. !

Shu Lanting is also confused. It seems that she did not expect that her treatment will not work.

"This...how can it be, such a vital aura of rain, even if it is not enough, it should be a little bit effective!"

A group of monks have been talking about it, showing an incomprehensible color.

There are also some people who seem to understand what...

"It seems that the injury of the sword **** is too serious, and he has been very weak in even the function of absorbing aura."

"I want to recover quickly, I am afraid it is very difficult, and it takes a long time to adjust."

Ye Fan raised his right hand and placed it on his left wrist to give himself a pulse.

He has no mental strength for internal vision and can only treat himself by this means.

Sure enough, his physical function is too weak, and any nutrients, including Aura, have been absorbed poorly and cannot be quickly restored by the aura.

The reversal of the quadruple disintegration is really serious, and he is also psychologically prepared.

"Ye Fan, don't be discouraged, take it slowly, always recover, and wait for some physical functions to be adjusted, and recovery will be very fast," Liu Qinghou comforted.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly. If it was in the past, it would not matter if he rested for a few years.

But now that the evil spirits have invaded, the chaotic void is still advancing, and it is good to be seriously injured as a waste person.

At this moment, Xiaorou sitting on the wall, a pair of round big eyes stunned!

She stared straight into the distant streets, two figures that were slowly coming...

"Ye no end!!?"

Xiaorou screamed in surprise, as if it had turned into a red cloud, and quickly fell over the past!

Liu Qinghou slammed a slam, and quickly turned and looked.

Ye Fan’s eyes were awkward and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

As for the other monks, they are not sure, so they turned to look at the past...