With Ye Fan's loud shout, the whole world seemed to be shaken.

The next moment, his eyes lit up, his whole body's momentum skyrocketed, and he no longer hid his strength, and the surging internal energy was injected into the spear.

Immediately afterwards, on the tip of the spear, there was a dazzling light, as if a round of re-creation of the red sun, people dare not look at it directly, compared to it, everything in the world seems bleak.

Ye Fan's spear swept, and the tip of the spear drew a large circle with a diameter in mid-air, and its momentum was just like a meteor catching the moon, tearing the sky, and the ghosts were terrified, reaching the realm of pure fire.

"Sting!"

A sharp and piercing sonic boom exploded in the arena like thunder in the nine heavens.

"Overlord marksmanship - beacon fire in the plain!" Ye Fan shouted.

This set of overlord guns is the ancestral unparalleled combat skill of the Ye family.

When Ye Nantian taught, he once said that there are four essences -

Wind, forest, fire, mountain!

It is as fast as the wind, and when the gun is fired, it moves quickly, like the disease of a flying wind!

It is like a forest, and when it changes, it is like a forest of trees in order!

Invasion is like fire, when invading and plundering and attacking the enemy, it is like the fierceness of fire, burning the sky and destroying the world, unstoppable!

If you don't move like a mountain, when you collect a gun and block, it is like a mountain that is solid and unshakable!

And now, Ye Fan's move of "Beacon Fire" has won the essence of "invasion like fire", sweeping in all directions, surging, and not giving Fan Baichuan any chance to dodge at all.

......

"Oops!"

Seeing the spear stabbing at him, Fan Baichuan's pupils suddenly contracted into a needle-like shape, and secretly said that he was careless!

He never expected that Ye Fan's gun could have such terrifying power, speed, strength, and angle were all perfect.

Even if Fan Baichuan is an eight-pole grandmaster, he can't block this shot with his bare hands!

Escape!

Gotta escape!

Fan Baichuan only had the thought of escaping in his mind.

His burly body suddenly stagnated in mid-air, twisted his waist, and made an unbelievably difficult yoga move, which could avoid the trajectory of the spear sweep, and then his body retreated violently, frantically squeezing the internal strength in the dantian, and instantly swept out dozens of zhang.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt like a man's back.

"Sting!"

The broken spear tore a vacuum tunnel in mid-air, like the axe that Pangu opened the world.

Under the spear, there is no life!

Fan Baichuan only felt a heart-rending pain at the vest, and then his chest exploded, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced through his heart, and he was pierced through the heart!

The crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining most of his body red.

At this moment, Fan Baichuan, who had been invincible before, seemed to have been drained of all his energy, his eyes were gloomy, he lowered his head and looked at the spear that ran through his chest, his lips moved and muttered:

"How...... How could it be ......"

The next moment, his head tilted, and the last trace of vitality dissipated.

The Eight Extremes Grandmaster Fan Baichuan is dead!

However, his face still maintained a terrified and unbelievable look, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

He didn't understand until he died, how could such a young Ye Fan have such terrifying martial arts strength, almost a god!

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan picked up the spear in his hand, and Fan Baichuan's burly body was thrown down to the ground more than ten meters away, like a dead dog!

......

"Shhh

At this time, Dongfang Jin, who was not far away, couldn't help but gasp, his face was full of fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The scene that happened just now had an unprecedented visual impact on him.

Invisibly, it was like a pair of big hands grabbing his heart fiercely, making him almost suffocate.

Dongfang Jin never expected that even Fan Feng, who was in the realm of the grandmaster, would die in Ye Fan's hands!

In this way, how should he, who is powerless, face Ye Fan, a killer?

"Kick, kick, kick!"

At this time, Ye Fan walked towards Dongfang Jin step by step, and the blood stains on the spear that had not dried up fell to the ground, smearing the bewitching blood lotus, which was shocking.

Feeling the coldness and coldness in Ye Fan's eyes, Dongfang Jin no longer had any arrogant capital, and the last psychological defense line was about to collapse.

His face turned pale, and he stammered and begged for mercy:

"Don't ...... Don't kill me! Whatever you want, whether it's glory and wealth, or peerless beauty, our Dongfang family can give it to you! By the way, didn't you just say that you came to Mingyue's cousin to collect debts?

"What?Dongfang Mingyue isn't there?!" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

Before, he took it for granted that Dongfang Mingyue should be in the Dongfang family.

But in this way, even if he kills the Dongfang family, he will not be able to fight against Dongfang Mingyue.

After a moment of silence, Ye Fan suddenly walked to Dongfang Jin's side, like an eagle catching a chicken, carrying his back collar, and swept towards the mountain.

And Ye Nantian followed, like a "transparent person", never spoke.

......

This hill hundreds of meters high, if ordinary people climb it, it will take at least half an hour of work, but for martial arts powerhouses like Ye Fan and Ye Nantian, it takes a few breaths to reach the top of the mountain.

Due to the angle of view, I couldn't see the view of the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain before.

And now, a magnificent and majestic palace appeared in front of Ye Fan's eyes.

From a distance, the palace is extremely luxurious, occupying almost the entire top of the mountain, and there are nine white jade steps in front of it, on which the totem of the real dragon is carved, and the scales and claws are flying, gradually rising, like a roaring dragon sweeping into the sky, soaring into the sky.

If you don't see Mount Tai, you don't know the height of the mountain!

Don't wade into the sea, don't know the breadth of the sea!

Before seeing this Oriental mansion, Ye Fan couldn't imagine that there was such a luxurious private house in this world, just like the legendary Afang Palace!

And at the forefront, there is a tall archway, and the word "book" on the plaque -

Orient!

The iron painting silver hook is vigorous and powerful, and the atmosphere is majestic, like two dragons circling, which contains a domineering momentum.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in that magnificent palace, another strong man rose to the sky, like a long rainbow through the sun, and his momentum was a few points better than Fan Baichuan.

After a few breaths, a lonely figure suddenly appeared under the plaque of the Oriental Family.

The man was in his early forties, with eyes like dragons and phoenixes, eyebrows like knives, square lips, full Tiancang, and a clear face.

Wearing a luxurious purple costume, the shiny tribute soft satin, reflecting a faint brilliance in the west of the sun, it is very good-looking.

As soon as he appeared, he gave people a feeling of cold arrogance and loneliness, but he was arrogant, and he was independent, exuding a momentum of looking at the world and standing out from the crowd.

And the temperature around it dropped a few degrees for no reason.

A terrifying aura that was like a substance spread out around him as the center, and the leaves of those towering trees were covered with a layer of frost, and the grass on the ground was lying on the ground, as if worshipping him.

What's even more impossible to ignore is that his right hand holds a three-foot Qingfeng, the blade is extremely sharp, bronze-like texture, simple and elegant, the hilt is carved with blue and white patterns, reflecting the holy aura, and the scabbard is tied with a row of buckles, the shape is elegant and chic, and the sword body is clear with a hint of cold purple light.

The next moment, his eyes were like electricity, stabbing at Ye Fan, and he shouted:

"This is the important place of the Dongfang family, boy, you dare to openly seriously injure the third young master and kill Fan Xian, don't you put my Dongfang family in your eyes?!"

In his reprimand, there is an irresistible will.

Ye Fan was like a great enemy, his heart trembled violently, he was extremely depressed, and he gave birth to an unprecedented threat of death.

There is no doubt that the strength of the person in front of him is far superior to that of Fan Baichuan before, and it is even very likely that he has surpassed the Yellow Realm, but is a more powerful peerless powerhouse!

"Great offering, save me!" Dongfang Jin struggled and roared.

As soon as these words came out, the man in purple shot a cold star, his whole body tensed, ready to go, and the atmosphere became tense, as if he was going to kill in the next moment.

At this moment, Ye Nantian, who had been staying next to him like a "transparent person", suddenly took a few steps forward, glanced at the long sword on the waist of the purple-clothed man, and asked:

"The sword body is dustless, and the blade is clean! You are from the Hidden Sword Villa, and what does it have to do with Duan Tianxiao?"

The purple-clothed man raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised, and said sharply: "Presumptuous! The family teacher is the owner of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa, one of the top ten masters of the Hidden World Sect, who are you, who dare to be disrespectful to the family teacher and call him by his name?"

Ye Nantian stood with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently: "Hehe...... Duan Tianxiao, it's just that my subordinates were defeated back then!"