Super Cultivation System

Suddenly, the melody changed from gentle to impassioned. Xiao Yan and Shan Xiong both heard the meaning of gold and iron horses and the battlefield.

The murderous aura contained in the sound of the zither became more and more serious, and those with a slightly lower cultivation level among the remaining disciples of the Shaocheng family felt a little unbearable.Fortunately, the old man made a timely move and placed a mask between the lobby and the backyard, which blocked Ye Fan's sound attack with the help of his perception of heaven and rescued them.

In contrast, Xiao Yan and Shan Xiong attacked all the courtyards of the Shaocheng family together, but the old man was helpless.Originally, under the attack of Ye Fan's sound wave, the remaining disciples of the Shaocheng family staggered to and fro, struggling to support themselves.The only elder they can count on at home is also too busy to take care of themselves at the moment, and can't take care of them at all.

Fortunately, this situation did not last for too long. Just as the disciples of the Shaocheng family were massacred by Xiao Yan and Shan Xiong, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, but Ye Fan was still worse. Only one point can explain the Dao clearly.Ye Fan sighed, and said to himself: "Don't be too greedy, it's a blessing to be able to realize the Tao with one move, but you can't be in harmony with the Tao at this moment."

The relaxed disciples of the Shaocheng family collapsed to the ground one by one, with inexplicable horror in their eyes.At this moment, no one dared to doubt the strength of Mo Tianzong anymore. With the strength of Ye Fan in front of him, it was not something that monks of their rank could resist. [

Xiao Yan and Shan Xiong didn't expect Ye Fan to be so powerful, and they were killing with ease, but their expressions were very relaxed, and a smile appeared on their faces.Ye Fan looked at the battle situation and was very satisfied with the result he created.It's just playing on a whim, which will cause several families to be happy and others to be sad.

However, Ye Fan's playing didn't stop, but the melodious sound explaining the Dao turned into the magic dragon sword formula.The sword aura emitted intermittently from the strings changed from scattered to concentrated, and Ye Fan gradually condensed the sword aura that spread around, transforming into tiny flying swords, aiming at the old man of the Shaocheng family. .

The mana in the body of the only remaining master of the Shaocheng family circulated crazily, and the old man's body was tightly wrapped by countless layers of sword energy.However, even such strong defense measures could not withstand the attack of Ye Fan's dragon sword energy.Thousands of flying swords condensed by the magic dragon's sword energy poured down on the old man like a torrential rain, piercing his protective sword energy into thousands of holes, many flying swords directly hit through the barrier of sword energy. on the old man.

Bursts of severe pain came from his body, and the old man felt powerless for a while.Ye Fan's strength was beyond his imagination, and his rock-solid determination was shaken a bit.At this moment, the bloody scene he saw just now reappeared in the old man's mind, and the glory and survival of the family kept impacting his heart.The old man's heart, mind, and eyes were completely occupied by hatred, and Ye Fan in front of him was his enemy.The originally thriving Shaocheng family was severely injured by the person in front of him, and the thousands of disciples who died just now were slaughtered by the same sect of the person in front of him.

The old man's eyes turned blood red in an instant.The sword energy ten times stronger than before burst out from his body, crushing all the evil dragon flying swords to pieces.