Xueyao looked at her mother with trembling eyes.

The beautiful woman in the palace had only cultivated her true essence level. When she faced the Holy King's palm, her body collapsed on the ground.

"Call for help, who do you ask for help?"

"Ask for help in front of this envoy is like a joke! Even if the king of the Wu Kingdom comes, I will not give him any face!"

The messenger Murong smiled gloomyly, with a filth in his eyes, locking in Xueyao.

"Your beauty and talent is worse than those Prince Murong to be cheaper, so let this envoy taste it first!"

An evil voice rang in everyone's ears.

Xue Gaofei rushed over angrily, and the members of the Xue family all stopped him.

"No!"

"return!"

All the tribesman looked at this scene in shock. As expected, Xue Yao's father Xue Gaofei would fall in front of everyone.

The Murong messenger's face turned vicious, and his fist was clenched with a "cry" sound, and the flames were gathering and burning.

"Father, don't!"

Xueyao shouted nervously.

Now that her mother has gradually left, how could she see her father get into trouble again?

"Damn the life of ant!"

The Murong envoy killed him with another punch, but this time he showed no mercy and his domineering energy was enough to completely destroy Xue Gaofei.

"Bang!"

With a punch, the flames disappeared instantly, and a few rays of thunder were entangled.

Ye Fan appeared in front of him and blocked his rapid attack.

The Murong messenger's face suddenly stiffened.

He was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised his head to look at the master in front of him.

Ye Fan looked young and looked extremely calm.

After a closer look, Ye Fan's inadvertent smile hangs on his lips, which immediately made him extremely unacceptable.

The messenger immediately carried his hands on his back and stared at Ye Fan with arrogant eyes.

“Who are you?

Dare to stop this envoy?”

The messenger Murong raised his head, looked at Ye Fan with frivolous eyes, and asked proudly.

Ye Fan just looked back at him and said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have to die here today."

At this time, a ray of thunder gathered in Ye Fan's palm and instantly rushed out.

"Sheep!"

One sound.

The power of the rules of thunder descends on the body.

The envoy Murong's pupils shrank instantly, and he did not expect that Ye Fan would attack him directly.

Inside the two eyes, only the dazzling thunder turned into lightning and suddenly came with an explosive attack.

The hot flames turned into a dragon fighting against thunder.

However, compared with the dark thunder with Ye Fan's arms, his newborn fire dragon, was completely incomparable.

The shadow thunder shattered the flames to pieces, and the latter's body instantly turned over.

A charred color appeared in his chest, and his clothes were broken.

The thunder in Murong's messenger turned into a power grid.

Thundering little snakes covered his body and kept wandering through the meridian acupoints.

Release it and continues to attack.

The latter's mouth was bleeding, and a look of fear condensed in his eyes, and his eyes stared at Ye Fan with trembling eyes.

Around him, the two followers helped Murong envoy up and stood in front of the envoy with great confidence.

The Murong messenger coughed twice in pain, his face still fiercely.

He took out a token from the Murong Dynasty.

"You dare to attack me and hurt me seriously."

"No matter who you are, I want your nine tribes to ruin it.

No one in this country of Wu will survive because of you.”

"You will pay a thousand times the price for it if you dare to offend the Murong family."

The Murong envoy shouted wildly at this time.

In the token in his hand, there was the power given by a great emperor.

The power of cultivation gathered in his body, and the cultivation of Murong's envoy instantly broke through the realm and became a master of the Holy Emperor level.

Seeing the latter's cultivation power increase, Ye Fan couldn't help but shrugging his shoulders, and couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm not a small tone. Can you match me with the Holy Emperor realm that you forcibly upgraded?"

The third level of the Holy Emperor is nothing.

It's just that the rule has a slightly stronger power, but it may be comparable to the rules of the Heavenly Dao. Ye Fan waved his palm gently, and the authentic star sword appeared in his hand. The Holy Spirit Sword Technique gathered endless sword hearts.

At this time, a whirlpool of sword energy appeared above the head, and the sword rules were roaring in it, replacing the rules of ice and snow.

Endless sword energy is in the field of swords around.

In the field, Ye Fan has invincible resources.

Outside the domain, many monks retreated one after another.

The guests who came to Xue’s house to celebrate retreated one after another.

The binding force on Xueyao also dissipated. She hugged her mother with her arms and retreated aside.

In the distance, Sword Emperor Chen Yi and the King of Wu Kingdom were all spectators, watching all this with great indifference.

In their eyes, Ye Fan's identity and strength are extremely powerful beings.

Being able to mobilize the rules of the heavenly way and fight against it is simply that the opponent borrows the gifts of the powerful person in the Great Emperor realm to help him break through the realm and become a Holy Emperor. It is impossible for him to be a rival to Zhijunli.

He was destined to be crushed by Ye Fan! At this time, the envoy Murong broke through to the realm of the third level of the Holy Emperor, and his arrogant face gradually became stiff.

He felt Ye Fan's powerful aura and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Damn it, get the message out."

The Murong envoy said to his followers one after another.

The two followers were even more anxious and hurriedly passed the message of help.

However, they found that the place had been completely blocked and was airtight.

The aura of the three of them has been completely locked and there is nowhere to escape.

Although the Murong envoy used the power in the token to break through his cultivation, he now retreated step by step, and finally showed a look of panic on his face.

Ye Fan slowly approached him, as if the god of death was coming.

But there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What, haven't you broken through to the third level of the Holy Emperor?

Are you leaning against the Murong Dynasty?”

"Don't dare to fight me?"

Ye Fan used the Holy Spirit sword technique casually, and the man and sword were united, and the sword energy turned into a bright red and white ray, and the light flashed through it.

It appeared free from the space and stabbed onto the palm of his right hand.

"ah!"

A scream came out.

The messenger Murong looked at his broken palm and suddenly felt extremely afraid in his eyes, and the spine behind the fetus became cold.

He retreated repeatedly and began to flee with his two followers. Ye Fan used a barrier to block their progress.

During their 4 weeks, countless sword energy blocked the possibility of escape.

The messenger Murong stood at the border, and his mouth kept twitching.

"You can't kill me. No matter who you are, the majesty of the Murong family cannot be provoked. If you kill me, you will definitely die."

The Murong envoy retreated to the last corner, his eyes still very firm, Ye Fan dared not kill him.
To be continued...