The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Boom!"

Just as Ye Zhanqiu brought people to the front of the gate, a huge roar resounded in his ears, followed by smoke and sawdust flying in the sky.

After the smoke and dust, I faintly saw a tall figure standing proudly, dressed in a black suit, with blue-black wristbands on his wrists and ankles.

Who else is Chen Fan?

I saw Wanxiong standing behind Chen Fan with almost the entire city, as if cheering for Chen Fan.

"Zhuzi, you are intolerable after you escaped by chance, do you want to personally give your life to the old man?"

Facing Chen Fan, the furious Ye Zhanqiu spoke, his gray hair was windless and his white gown was hunting.

The hatred of breaking a door is almost the same level as a face-to-face face. Ye Zhanqiu, who has always been grumpy, can swallow this anger?

Facing Ye Zhanqiu's questioning, Chen Fan didn't care at all: "A year ago, you sent someone to chase and kill Chen. Now, I'm here to take revenge!"

These simple words have already explained his determination, the storage bag flashed light, and the black and gold sword of life and death appeared in his hand!

Chen Fan sensed that he wanted to get out of the storage bag to help, but he didn't allow it.

Having not fought with anyone for a year, Chen Fan desperately wanted to know where his limits were, and how long it would take to defeat the peak of Martial Spirit without the help of Tweet!

That's right, so confident!

"Zhuzi, you dare!" Ye Zhanqiu became even more angry when he saw Chen Fan dared to draw a sword facing him. He waved his hand and shot out with energy, directly covering Chen Fan!

Chen Fan didn't panic, touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body flew into the air like catkins, as light as a feather, and as fast as thunder!

"call out!"

The stern sound of breaking through the air blasted in everyone's ears, and saw that Chen Fan turned into more than a dozen afterimages in mid-air, evading Ye Zhanqiu's fist in a short time, and the sword light in his hand flickered with unmatched. Who and the meaning of fighting, whizzed past!

Dugu Yijian now!

Facing the peak of martial arts, Chen Fan didn't have any clumsiness. Once he shot, he was one of the strongest martial arts.

On the contrary, Ye Zhanqiu was a little bit bigger.

The boxing power he used before was just random. After all, how could he think that Chen Fan, who had just been promoted to Martial Spirit a year ago, had the strength to confront him head-on?

Under this decay, Chen Fan’s Dugu sword immediately took the lead, and saw that the fierce sword aura cut off a strand of white hair of Ye Zhanqiu, and even left a trace of not shallow on his face. Wounds.

If this Jianye Zhanqiu escapes for a while, I am afraid that his throat will be severed!

"Oh my God!"

"how can that be!"

"The Ye Family Patriarch at the pinnacle of Wu Ling, compared with Chen Fan, is a bit inferior. Am I dazzled?"

"Could it be that Chen Fan's cultivation base has surpassed Wu Ling? He shouldn't be the reincarnation of some ancient power, it's a bit too scary!"

The discussion after another, clearly passed into Ye Zhanqiu's ears, making his heart more and more angry, and the muscles on his face began to twist.

"Okay! I have the courage to trespass into my Ye family, he is indeed a young man, but the old man will not make the mistakes before, your life, I will stay today!"

After all, Ye Zhanqiu took out two shining black gloves that were as thin as cicada wings from the storage bag, and put them on his fists in this way.

At the same time, Ye Huan and Wanxiong took a breath at the same time!

This black glove is called Black Gold, and it is Ye Zhanqiu's most precious treasure, and its quality has reached the state of the best spirit treasure. Legend has it that after taking it, it can smash a mountain.

This was the trump card at the bottom of the box. Ye Zhanqiu used it at this time to make it clear that Chen Fan would not be left alive.