"Cousin, great, kill them!"

Yan Yi didn't make a move, but cheered on the side, because there were disciples of Yuxu Palace, the other six thieves in the early righteous stage didn't have to worry at all, at least in the eyes of Yan Yi and Grandpa Guo.

Some of these Yuxu Palace disciples are also family geniuses like Yan Chen, who came here for meritorious service, so their overall realm is generally strong, basically in the middle of the righteous state.

While Yan Chen rushed forward, he not only burst out the power of the peak of righteousness, but also called out a blue long sword.

The long sword was blue and fierce, stabbing directly at the dwarf man.

The dwarf man saw that the opponent was attacking bitterly, so he dared not take it carelessly. A ball of blood flashed in his hand, and he forced the tip of the long sword into the air, but his body kept retreating violently.

"Drink! Die to me!"

Yan Chen whispered, his fighting spirit increased greatly, and his steps kept advancing to help increase his sword power. Every step forward, his sword power was at least twice as strong, and he would pierce the dwarf man at any time.

"Cousin! So strong! You deserve to be a disciple of Qiankun."

Yan Yi's eyes showed nympho-like gazes, and Yan Chen had always been the object of her martial arts pursuit.

Grandpa Guo also kept nodding his head to the side, muttering: "Young Master Yan's stride meteor sword is getting more and more powerful!"

The dwarf man who forced the Soul Realm to retreat one after another, Yan Chen's move was indeed amazing.

"Stride Meteor Sword, not bad!"

Ye Fan nodded from the side, watching the battle between Yan Chen and the dwarf man with admiring eyes.

"Some people are really soft persimmons that don't look good. They don't have any real skills and can only make comments!"

Hearing what Ye Fan said, Yan Yi suddenly became angry.

The words "not bad" completely angered her.

Grandpa Guo also frowned and said: "Little brother, the stride meteor sword is the unique school of the Yan family. You shouldn't say that!"

Ye Fan shook his head and said nothing.

His words are appreciation and admiration, but unfortunately the other party is very dissatisfied.

At this moment, the battle between Yan Chen and the dwarf man had reached a critical moment. Yan Chen took a full ten steps, and his sword power was at least ten times stronger than before.

The blood light in the hands of the dwarf man has become dim, looming, just when everyone thought that the dwarf man was about to die, they suddenly shouted: "The Great Calamity Ghost Art!"

"brush!"

After brewing for a long time, the blood-colored light group that was originally in danger of extinction suddenly exploded at this moment. For a time, the blood was full of blood and turned into ghosts with swords and axes in their hands and armor, and they fought back toward Yan Chen.

"what...."

Yan Chen was taken aback by this sudden outbreak. He only heard the sound of "Qiangqiangqiang" fighting cold soldiers. Yan Chen was trapped in the center of dozens of ghosts and retreated violently.

Although the sword might be strong, it can't resist it.

"How could this be?"

Faced with this sudden reversal of the situation, Yan Yiqiao's face suddenly sank, and she was already ready to take action.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Yan Chen was directly knocked out by the dark palm of his hand while he was fighting against the ghost. It was the dwarf man who did it.

"puff...."

Yan Chen fell to the ground, spouting a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, and was looking at the dwarf man with horrified eyes.

This person was hiding his strength, and his retreat just now was just a temptation for the dwarf man, and also to prepare for this unexpected blow.

"Are you really a disciple of Qiankun? It really makes people laugh!"

There was an extremely disdainful voice from the dwarf man, thinking that Qiankun's disciple was so strong and his feelings were no more.

Yan Chen was defeated, and the surrounding Yuxu Palace disciples all showed weakness. At this moment, they realized that these thieves had rich fighting experience and strong strength, enough to leapfrog the challenge.

"Cousin... you bastard, don't hurt my cousin!"

Watching the dwarf man walking towards Yan Chen step by step, Yan Yi shouted, trying to rush forward, but was forcibly held by Grandpa Guo.

Even Yan Chen is not the opponent of the dwarf man, didn't Yan Yi go up and die?

"Little girl, don't worry, you will soon be given a chance to play. If you perform well, maybe you can survive!"

The dwarf man turned his head and looked at Yan Yi, then smiled lustfully.

"Don't hurt my cousin, something is coming to me!"

Yan Chen stood up with the long sword in his hand and roared at the dwarf man.

"You **** disciple of the universe, I will not kill you, and I am waiting to take you back to do meritorious services, hahaha!"

The dwarf man picked up Yan Chen, held it high, and said with a grinning smile.

Seeing this scene, all the Yuxu Palace disciples present showed a desperate look.

Yan Yi regretted it even more, and blamed her crow mouth.

"Now everyone is dying, are you satisfied!"

After Yan Yi regretted it, he suddenly looked at Ye Fandao.

The disputes along the way to the attention of the thieves were all because of this person.

"I still don't know it, stupid!"

Ye Fan glanced at her, said coldly, and gradually walked towards the dwarf man.

Being taught by Ye Fan, Yan Yi was stunned.

"Do you want to die early?"

Perceiving Ye Fan's actions, the dwarf man asked coldly.

Ye Fan shook his head, and said lightly: "You can look down on him, but you can't insult Qiankun disciple!"

"Oh? Are you also a disciple of Qiankun?"

The dwarf man plays with taste.

"Now it is not...."

Ye Fan shook his head lightly.

"Then you say a shit, nosy stuff!"

The dwarf man immediately lost his patience and interrupted Ye Fan's words directly, dropped Yan Chen, and smashed Ye Fan with a punch.

At this moment, Ye Fan dared to talk to him, which was the biggest provocation.

"It's not...but it used to be!"

Ye Fan filled up the words he wanted to say in his heart, and at the same time greeted the dwarf man with a punch.

"boom!"

The seemingly unpretentious punch contained unparalleled explosive power.

The power of the three sacred ridges emerges from the face of the fist using the arm as the medium.

In the loud noise, the dwarf man flew upside down like a kite with a broken line, spraying blood in the air, even more miserable than Yan Chen.

"This...."

Yan Chen was stunned when he saw this scene.

The power of this punch was completely beyond their imagination.

"Bold!"

After a brief silence, the six thieves in the early stage of the righteous state directly gave up their opponents and surrounded Ye Fan.

"who are you?"

At the same time, the dwarf man climbed up from the ground and made a voice like Jiuyou.

The power of a punch just now is definitely not something that a person in the early stage of the righteous state can have.

"Swordsman, majestic, majestic, or fierce or swift, this is a great sword!"

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to the dwarf man, but looked at Yan Chen and beckoned to fetch the blue long sword in his hand.

Although this long sword is less than one thousandth of the sky sword, it is also a rare saint soldier.

While speaking, Ye Fan had gradually used a sword move.

The swordsmanship of the heavens and the exquisite sword style are displayed one by one.

"kill!"

The dwarf man roared, already reunited the scarlet ghost, and rushed towards Ye Fan.

"Sword Yao the heavens!"

Ye Fan looked calm and unhurried, and four faint words gradually appeared in his mouth.