"It's this person, it's him in the Fifth Mountain, killing many of my cultivators!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect scum, you dare to ......"

"Murder pays for life, this person dares to send it to the door, fellow Daoists, not killing him is not enough to avenge the dead monk!"

In the face of the accusations of hundreds of mouths around here, as pointed out by Qianfu, Ye Fan still stood in place, looking at Ouyang Wenjian from a distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no expression on his face, only a calm.

But this calm and indifference gradually calmed down the accusations of the hundreds of monks around them, and they looked at each other, feeling an indescribable sense of weakness and jealousy.

This murderer, why is he not afraid?

Thinking of the monks who died tragically on the Fifth Mountain, all of them died at the hands of this person, some of the monks showed timidity and couldn't help but shrink their heads back.

At the foot of Danfeng Mountain, from chaos to strange calm, before and after, two completely different performances, make the atmosphere of this place very strange.

"What are you still doing in a daze, let's kill him together!" At the back of the crowd, someone raised his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Kill, kill, kill ......" Several eager men snorted a few times, and when they saw that no one else made a move, they swallowed their saliva, and quickly retracted back into the crowd.

The torches lit up the nervous and fearful faces, although they were numerous and the camp was also very strong, but in the face of this person, they all showed their inner timidity and vacillation.

They are afraid, afraid of death, afraid of death!

In a strange and murderous atmosphere, Ye Fan finally spoke, his voice was still unusually calm, but there was a monstrous wave hidden under this calm!

"Who killed my brother Ouyang?!"

No one answered, only the crackling sound of the burning torches, and many people turned their heads to look at Ouyang Wenjian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, their eyes flickering and their expressions were complicated.

Whew――

A gale blew, and a man in black was suddenly choked by the throat, his feet lifted off the ground, and one arm was lifted into the air.

The crowd around him all dispersed at once, leaving a large open space for fear of getting into trouble.

"Is that you?"

"No, no, no, it's not me......" The early congenital man's head shook like a rattle, his hands and feet were weak, like a lamb to the slaughter, and he didn't even have the slightest idea or ability to resist.

Ye Fan threw him out and smashed it into the crowd, and the monks standing in that direction teleported one after another, dodging the space, all of them embarrassed.

Without waiting for this group of people to gain a firm foothold, Ye Fan pointed to Ouyang Wenjian and asked again: "I'll ask again, who did it?"

"It's me!" In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face came out of the crowd and said hatefully: "Lao Tzu avenges my brother, take some interest first, why ......not?"

Before the word "may" could be spoken, the mid-innate monk suddenly flickered in front of his eyes, and the sky-pounding sword light drowned out his angry gaze!

More than 20 flying swords formed a rain of swords in the sky, shining with various sharp colors, surging like a tide, and instantly under the hood!

This middle-aged man's heart was shocked, with his strength and family background, he couldn't stop the more than 20 flying swords at all, he immediately made a decision and chose to escape.

His figure has just produced one

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