"Although it's not your opponent, but I won't catch it all!"

Ye Fan slowly took out the Heaven Sword as he spoke lightly, and there was a lingering obsession in his tone.

Even if he died in battle today, he wouldn't let Ye Tianchen take it back to the High Heaven Palace, who knows what inhuman torments he will suffer by then.

The unknown is often scary, and so does Ye Fan.

"This Heavenly Sword is indeed well-deserved, and it's not bad that it can be used by me!"

Looking at the sword soldier in Ye Fan's hand, Ye Tianchen sighed to himself, and at the same time stretched out a palm and grabbed it towards Ye Fan's neck.

From the center of that palm, Ye Fan could see that a small group of superficial and bright force was quietly circulating. Although it was only a small group, it brought tremendous pressure to Ye Fan.

This ordinary catch was comparable to Mo Feng's full blow before, and even stronger than his full blow.

"Burning Heaven Two Style!"

Ye Fan yelled out loud, and the Heaven Sword in his hand slashed at the fastest speed after gaining momentum.

Although he knew that it would not have much effect, he still had to resist. This was an unyielding spirit.

"Swish..."

While the Heavenly Sword was falling, the sword was overwhelming, and the sword power in the state of urging the air force during the red training stage was many times stronger than before.

"puff!"

But what was shockingly pale was that the moment the Heavenly Sword came to Ye Tianchen's palm, the original fierce sword power faded in an instant.

The entire sky sword at this moment seemed to be an ordinary sword soldier.

"This... could this be the lightness of the blue sky stage?"

Seeing Ye Tianchen's palms become shallow, but also infinitely powerful, this idea has been born in Ye Fan's heart.

Only this level of power can completely suppress the Heavenly Sword.

After holding the Burning Sky Two Style with a palm, Ye Tianchen immediately stretched out a finger and flicked the body of the sky sword.

"Chang..."

Another bright force overflowed from his fingertips, blasting Ye Fan and the sword away.

"Swish..."

The next moment a breeze blew, Ye Tianchen's palm had already arrived in front of Ye Fan, holding Ye Fan's neck.

The battle started quickly and ended faster, even Ye Fan, who had always been strong in fighting consciousness, couldn't react at this moment.

Compared with Ye Tianchen, he is actually not the enemy of one blow, wanting to block his ordinary palm is equivalent to being difficult to reach the sky.

"Ye Fan, listen to Mo Feng's words, you also have an empty sacred lotus in your body, but it's a pity that these holy things!"

Although Ye Fan had already been captured in his hands, Ye Tianchen still had a high-profile appearance, expressing regret.

"You don't have to be arrogant in front of me, just give me a year, no, only half a year, I will definitely be able to beat you!" Ye Fan with blood on the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth.

Under the absolute power, the power on his body seemed a little insufficient, and the strength of his physique only slowed down the time of his death.

"Hehe, you don't use it to irritate me, there is no regret medicine to take!" Ye Tianchen only smiled faintly when he heard what Ye Fan said.

"Hand over the magic fist!"

Ye Tianchen was aloof, in fact, he didn't want to talk with Ye Fanduo at all. While threatening, the power in his hand gradually increased, causing Ye Fan's neck to rattle.

"Boom boom boom!"

The power in Ye Fan's body went wild, and was still desperately resisting at this moment.

"Just catch it, why suffer more!"

For Ye Fan's resistance, to Ye Tianchen, it was no different from itching, so he patiently persuaded him again.

But his patience is just a kind of contempt.

"In my Ye Fan's dictionary, I have never caught these four words without holding my hands!"

Ye Fan let out a hoarse roar, and at the same time a golden light suddenly rippled from his mind.

Now that the ending is like this, he also gave it up.

"The Gama Sutra, the spiritual Buddha!"

As Ye Fan spoke, the golden light suddenly brightened like daylight, and the strange Buddha power also made Ye Tianchen let go of Ye Fan in an instant.

The existence of spiritual Buddha power, which is taboo, had previously led Xie Lao to give special advice and should not be used at will. At this moment, it was Ye Fan's last resistance.

If even Foli loses its effectiveness, he has only one way to explode.

Seeing Ye Tianchen let go of his body, Ye Fan soared into the sky almost at the fastest speed, directly breaking the tiles above the tavern, and shooting towards the sky.

As long as he had a chance to escape today, he would have a chance to make a comeback, especially against Ye Tianchen.

"Wow!"

As soon as Ye Fan ascended into the sky, dozens of figures had already been shot out around him, and he surrounded him in the center in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to still practice Buddhism. It's really surprising!"

The leader was a middle-aged man, who was floating in the void at this moment, watching Ye Fan's increasingly weak spiritual Buddha power with relish.

"Who are you?"

Ye Fan's mood at the moment was as if he had fallen from heaven to hell, and asked coldly.

Earlier, Ye Tianchen had said that he had laid a net of heaven and earth, but he didn't think that the net was really so big.

"Special Envoy of the Third Prince, Guan Ping!"

The man faintly responded, but the words surprised Ye Fan.

Of the four masters under the Third Prince, three had died in Ye Fan's hands, and Guan Ping was the last one. At the same time, as a special envoy, Guan Ping's strength was unfathomable, and he was definitely in the upper reaches of the emperor Lingxiao.

"Guan Ping, I didn't expect that the third prince did not come in person, but sent you, which is not bad!"

Ye Tianchen in the tavern below slowly lifted into the air, and said flatly to Guan.

"Young Master Tianchen, this Ye Fan is our common enemy, let's catch him together today!"

Guan Ping bowed to Ye Tianchen, but he was quite respectful. After all, the person facing him was not only the Ye family, but also the disciple of Zixiao.

"Ye Fan, do you have any other methods? Use them all. Although the Buddha's power is strong, you still can't hurt us!"

Ye Tianchen's eyes at Ye Fan finally showed a trace of anger, as if he was angry at the previous sneak attack.

"It seems that today is going to kill me!"

The appearance of another strong man, Guan Ping, had already cut off Ye Fan's last hope. He raised his head and sighed, but his heart gradually calmed down.

In order to deal with him, nearly one-fifth of the emperor Lingxiao in Xianshan was dispatched, among them, the emperor Zixiao existed, even if he died, Ye Fan should be content.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the sound of muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, majestic and prosperous, as if to see Ye Fan off.

"Young Master Tianchen, look, what is that?"

Amidst the thunder, Guan Ping suddenly discovered something unusual and immediately pointed to the sky.

There are countless cracks appearing there, and the world seems to collapse at this moment, and this muffled thunder sound is more like the sound of fear from the sky.

Ye Fan, who was planning to blew himself up, also raised his head subconsciously. In the sky, a force he knew very well was falling.

And what filled his eyes was the endless golden light, which looked like a giant fist.

Wherever the "giant fist" went, the sky broke and the earth cracked.

In Ye Fan's heart, the name of a move has spontaneously emerged: Fist Breaks the World!