"I'm so sorry, but this is the fastest way I can think of to see you."
Ye Fan said apologizing, but there was no expression of embarrassment on his face.
"The fastest way to see me? Are you looking for me for something?"
Although Zhao Song was dissatisfied with Ye Fan's behavior of splitting the mountain, he did not want to rashly offend such a person who could shake the prison mountain with one sword.
"Is Nan Yu here with you? Hand her over!"
Ye Fan said unceremoniously.
Zhao Song froze when he heard Ye Fan mention Nan Yu.
He said calmly.
"What Nanyu? Did you look for the wrong place?"
Ye Fan sneered.
"Let me ask you, is your place called Prison Law Mountain?"
"yes."
"Then you are the master of Prison Law Mountain?"
"yes."
"Can you admit that you picked up a girl a few days ago?"
"……No."
Hearing his answer, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"No?"
Ye Fan closed his eyes and spread his mental energy. In a cave, he clearly felt a familiar atmosphere.
He opened his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Whether it is or not, I will know after I look for you in the Prison Law Mountain."
"Bold! Where do you think Fashan and I are that you can search for if you want?"
The two of them rushed towards each other at the same time.
Zhao Song summoned a spear and held it in his hand. The body of the spear was made of unknown materials. It was glowing with silver light and only had a red tassel attached to it.
The sword and the spear collided together, and the powerful spiritual collision affected the surrounding retail stores.
Under this powerful and fierce oppression, they fell to the ground one after another, foaming at the mouth.
The gun body was very hard, and the blow actually made Ye Fan's jaw go numb.
Zhao Song didn't fare much better either. The fire element on the Vulcan Sword turned his clothes into ashes.
Zhao Song held the spear in his hand, looked at Ye Fan with his upper body bare.
"You and I are equally powerful. If we continue to fight, we will both lose. Please don't be aggressive!"
Zhao Song looked at Ye Fan and said calmly.
"Oh, aggressive?"
Ye Fan sneered.
"As long as you hand over my woman, I will leave immediately!"
"Since you are stubborn, let's fight!"
Zhao Song waved his spear and charged forward again.
Ye Fan looked at him, the power of the Black Emperor burst out from his body, and a layer of faint black spiritual power was attached to the Vulcan Sword.
Zhao Song's spear was already in front of Ye Fan, and Ye Fan waved his sword to resist.
But he didn't expect that the spear suddenly changed from one to three, stabbing Ye Fan from three different directions.
Ye Fan was not wary of this sudden change, and one of the spears penetrated his arm.
Ye Fan reluctantly pulled the tip of the gun out of his arm, then broke it in half and threw it aside.
Zhao Song saw that Ye Fan's arm was injured and was about to say something, but saw Ye Fan insert the Vulcan Sword into the ground in front of him, make a seal in his hand, and silently recite a spell in his mouth.
"I advise you to leave as soon as possible to avoid further suffering."
Ye Fan ignored him. As the spell in his mouth ended, the Vulcan Sword in front of him flew into the air, and one sword evolved into millions of swords.
Ye Fan covered the injury on his arm.
"Isn't it just a comparison of quantity? Then I want to see who can compare with whom!"
When Zhao Song saw the sword rain in the sky, he felt cold in his heart and secretly cursed Ye Fan as a madman.
Hundreds of flying swords rushed towards Zhao Song under the control of Ye Fan.
Zhao Song tried his best to wave the spear in his hand, but still couldn't dodge all the flying swords.
After a while, many small wounds oozing blood appeared on his body.
