Wu Po Jiuxiao

"I'm also very grateful that I live in this Gale Dynasty. With your help, I can grow better."

Ye Fantian said without the slightest arrogance.

Hidden Sword Martial Lord nodded in satisfaction:

"I appreciate your character very much. You don't have the impetuousness, rebelliousness, and pride in the young man. If it weren't for the fact that you know your family very well, I would really appreciate it." It’s because I thought you were a disciple of that great sect.”

"Is it a big sect?"

Ye Fantian's eyes turned slightly cold, and the killing intent on his face began to explode.

In the khaki-yellow space, two scarlet rays of light seemed to be the supreme magic sword, dancing wantonly in it, and then straightly broke through the layers of pressure and began to explode!

The killing intent in his heart was like the sleeping blood tiger being stimulated to wake up, roaring and roaring continuously.

The hideous look on his face kept flickering.

"I hate you!"

Three voices full of resentment were generated in Ye Fantian's heart again, and the muscles on Ye Fantian's face couldn't help but twitched again.

"Roar……"

The great sect is all because of the great sect, everything is because of this sect!

The lofty sect, he lost Situ Yu because of the Xuenv Palace, and he lost Nangong Meng again because of the Xuenv Palace!

The three words Da Zongmen are like the curse seal of the curse, which opened up the supreme killing and resentment in Ye Fantian's heart.

"Brahma—wake up!"

Feeling two ghost-like eyes sweeping over his body, the Tibetan Sword Martial Lord's complexion couldn't help but change, especially the aura on the opponent's body, the kind of unconcealed real killing intent that was so fierce.

Even the Tibetan Sword Martial Lord, who has existed for thousands of years, after experiencing countless killing battles, large and small, facing Ye Fantian's terrifying killing intent, he still couldn't help but feel his own pain. There was a burst of coldness on the body.

"This kid, still haven't let go!"

Hidden Sword Wujun said with a wry smile.

"I want... to go out and vent!"

Ye Fantian tried his best to resist the urge to kill in his heart, and said slowly.

While speaking, he didn't wait for the Tibetan Sword Martial Lord to react, but he flew out crazily.

The complexion of the Tibetan Sword Martial Lord changed, but after waiting for him to leave the cave, Ye Fantian's figure had already turned into a streamer.

"Roar!!!"

The monstrous roar passed down from the nine heavens far away.

At the beginning, the roar was like a newborn baby dragon, making people unable to notice it at all, but the next moment, everyone's expressions changed in unison.

At this moment, all the empires with a radius of more than a dozen changed their faces.

The wind and thunder move!

The world is collapsing!

Dragon Yin now!

The heroes are afraid!

Roar……

The roar is still going on, what a crazy roar it is, like a bloody madman, like a demon king screaming up to the sky.

But during the period, it seemed that there was some kind of heartache mixed with grief and indignation, a kind of heartache that could not be healed.