C869: God of Slaughter (1/2)
”Bite flames, four waves!”
The void exploded, Ye Fan had a sword in his hand, and then a touch of it, a layer of purple ”color” flame quickly covered the Zulong Excalibur.
Then, a sword came out.
All of a sudden, the sky was dark and the howling was loud.
A sword, a crescent-shaped air wave spans hundreds of feet, as if dividing the heavens and the earth into two halves.
One sword, the flames of the purple awns, the nineteen states of the world, as if swallowing endless void.
Opposite, hundreds of thousands of monsters saw this and fled.
That terrible coercion was not something they could resist at all.
Long Wujun below, staring at a round of air waves sweeping overhead, was stunned on the spot.
Although this young master is said to be the strongest in Central Plains, no one has ever seen him when he really shot.
At this moment, it was startling.
Just a sword is already so terrifying.
Uh ~
Where the air waves swept, the monsters were shattered into blood and rain, and they couldn't resist the slightest.
With one sword, a large swath of the sky was swept away, and nearly 100,000 monsters disappeared instantly.
How vast is this?
How powerful is this?
The remaining monsters were immediately stunned and flew in one direction.
At the same time, the wormholes in the sky were also quiet.
Everyone was frightened.
It was difficult for him to resist the monster for a long time, but he was ”forced” by the young man's sword.
Terrible!
Ye Fan folded his sword and frowned. These monsters are obviously coming to test, and the retreat is so orderly, it may have occupied some place as a stronghold.
Going on like this is really bad for the human race.
”Substitute and defend, come and kill one!” Ye Fanlang whispered.
Only the first batch of Long Wujun who had fought in the war had already been killed or injured more than half. At this moment, he could finally go back to rest.
While Ye Fan was thinking of how to find the fortress of the monsters, Ran Tianlan spread a voice and let his heart sink.
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