Facing the cold light in mid-air, Long Er was shocked and had no time to dodge.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
In an instant, heavy gun shadows enveloped him, covering all his vitals.
"boom!"
At the critical moment, the golden armor on Long Er's body suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and a divine dragon faintly flew out, bearing the fatal attack for him.
Even so, the aftermath of the leak still blasted Long Er's body dozens of meters away.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Long Er was breathing heavily, his eyes were full of shock, and his vest was completely soaked with cold sweat. It was as if he had walked before the gate of hell, and he was filled with fear.
He knew that if it weren't for the golden armor protecting his body, hundreds of holes would have been poked out of his body.
But now, the light on the golden armor has dimmed a lot, as if it will be extinguished soon.
"Huh? Is it a magic weapon?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and secretly thought that this golden armor was not an ordinary armor, but a very mysterious magical weapon. The formation was carved so that he could remove the power of his spear at the last moment.
However, with the Xuanyuan Ji family's thousands of years of heritage, it is only natural to have these treasures.
The next moment, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, he held a gentian gun, shook his gun, and said loudly:
"Come! Fight again!"
With the spear in hand, he has the determination to pierce the heaven and the earth.
He has a fierce fighting spirit and a domineering attitude that intimidates all the heroes.
At this moment, Ye Fan was like the god of guns alive. The point of his spear was invincible. Tens of thousands of troops were able to overcome obstacles and no one could defeat him.
Feeling the unparalleled power revealed in him, the two Qiankun Dragon Guards looked at each other, and both saw unconcealable shock in each other's eyes.
The same gentian gun, held by Ye Fan, was ten times more terrifying than when it was in Long Yi's hand just now.
As the head of the Dragon Guard of the Universe, Long Yi was trained by the Xuanyuan Ji family since he was a child. The resources he received were no less than those of the direct descendants of other sects and aristocratic families, and his strength had also reached the early stage of the heavenly throne.
But he never expected that he would be completely crushed by the young man in front of him in terms of marksmanship.
"What kind of marksmanship are you doing?!" Long Yi asked tremblingly.
"Fight all the invincible enemies in the world, and I will be the only king of the spear for eternity!" Ye Fan swept his spear across, with a proud tone in his tone.
…
After hearing this, Long Yi's face changed drastically, showing an expression of disbelief, and he exclaimed: "Is it the legendary... Overlord Spear used by Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu? This spear technique has already followed Xiang Yu to commit suicide in Wujiang.
And how could the lost legend appear in your hands?"
"Beat me and I'll tell you!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.
"Stab it!"
The surrounding air was torn apart, and a harsh sonic boom erupted, like spring thunder exploding.
quick!
It’s so fast that I can’t describe it in words!
Ye Fan's shot seemed to transcend the shackles of space. The tip of the gun was pointed directly at Long Yi's throat, leaving no chance to dodge.
"Oops!"
When Long saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and he felt the threat of death that had become a real threat.
He had a strong premonition that if he was stabbed by this spear, even the golden armor on his body would not be able to stop him, and he would definitely die on the spot.
He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his limbs became extremely heavy, as if a giant mountain of tens of thousands of tons was pressing on him, and he didn't even have the strength to move his little finger.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
At the critical moment, Long Er in the distance let out a roar, wielded the mad lion sword and slashed at him, trying to rescue Long Yi.
When Ye Fan saw this, his eyes still revealed his firm will, and he shouted: "I will never regret it if I am shattered to pieces. I swear to break the Yellow Dragon and rule the country! Who dares to stand in the way of the Overlord's gun?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan flicked his wrist, and the tip of the gentian gun drew a large circle in mid-air. Its momentum was like a meteor chasing the moon, tearing the sky apart, terrifying ghosts and gods, and happened to poke the blade of the Crazy Lion Sword.
"Zheng!"
There was a loud noise, and a powerful and unstoppable force suddenly burst out.
In a flash of light and stone, the Crazy Lion Sword was forcefully thrown away. Long Er was hit by the aftermath and fell to the ground, creating a big crater.
Immediately afterwards, the gentian gun continued to move forward and stabbed Long Yi's throat.
But Long Er's obstruction gave Long Yi a chance to breathe, and he tried his best to move his body to the side.
"昘!"
The next moment, the sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard.
The gentian spear pierced the golden armor and penetrated Long Yi's right shoulder, completely piercing the entire shoulder blade.
After that, Ye Fan pulled out the gentian gun from his right shoulder without any hesitation.
"Crash!"
Dark red blood spurted out from the wound like a waterfall, staining most of his body red.
With Long Yi's level of cultivation, ordinary injuries can be healed quickly, but this shot still contains Ye Fan's domineering and outstanding internal energy, which is frantically invading his internal organs, extraordinary meridians and eight meridians.
At this moment, Long Yi has no strength to fight anymore. He can only hang on to protect his heart, otherwise his life will be in danger.
…
For a moment, there was silence in the venue, a deathly silence.
Long Er, who was knocked to the ground, although he still had the strength to fight again, he already understood the gap between himself and Ye Fan. Even if he picked up the Mad Lion Sword and continued fighting, it would be just a fearless struggle, with no chance of winning at all.
Before this, these two Qiankun Dragon Guards looked down upon Ye Fan and sneered at him, thinking that he had stolen the limelight from their young master.
Only now did they realize how stupid they were.
Ye Fan's strength is really like a lofty god, towering over all living beings.
They were defeated, defeated so completely!
At this time, Ye Fan restrained his murderous aura, looked down at the two of them, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and outlined a joking smile, saying: "Haha... Xuanyuan Ji, it turns out that is nothing more than this, I am so disappointed!
"
Hearing this, Long Yi flew into a rage. He ignored the injury on his right shoulder and said loudly: "It's because we are not good at studying and it has nothing to do with Ji! Ye Beichen, kill if you want. Don't humiliate Ji anymore."
!Even if I die here in two battles, the young master will definitely avenge us in the future!"
As he said that, Long Yi held his head high, without any fear on his face, and looked like he was ready to die heroically.
When Ye Fan saw this, he raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect him to be so brave and not afraid of death, so he couldn't help but look at him a few times.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Fan said: "I will not kill you, because - the lion will not care about the provocation of the sheep! You are not qualified to die in my hands!"
Hearing this, Long Yi's whole body was shocked, as if he had been shocked by electricity, as if he had been greatly humiliated, and he was so angry that his eyes were about to burst.
Those who can become the Dragon Guards of the Universe are all elites selected from a million, and they have their own pride.
But now, Ye Fan's "high hand" made him even more angry than killing him directly.
At this moment, all Long Yi's pride and dignity were crushed to pieces.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were as bright as lightning and he spoke again: "I have always had a clear distinction between grudges and grievances! Because I stole Ji Yuanhao's limelight, he wanted to kill me. How can such a villain who is determined to retaliate become a villain?
The real king? Give him a message for me!"
"What words?" Long Yi asked.
"The murderer will always be killed! When I return to China, I will personally take away his head!" Ye Fan's voice contained overwhelming murderous intent.
"you!!!"
When Long Yi heard this, his eyes were red, and he was filled with shame and anger, as if he was going to rush over and fight with Ye Fan the next moment.
To him, the young master is a supreme being who cannot be offended by anyone.
At this time, Long Er who was next to him immediately came over to stop him. At the same time, he looked up at Ye Fan and said sternly: "Boy, you have the guts! In so many years, you are the first person who dares to provoke our Xuanyuan Ji family! What you said
, we will convey it to the young master, I hope you will not regret it!"
After saying this, Long Er did not dare to stay any longer, and forcefully pulled Long Yi and immediately disappeared into the night.
Looking at the two people leaving, a strange color flashed in Ye Fan's deep eyes, and he murmured to himself:
"Xuanyuan Huangdi, thousands of years ago, defeated my ancestor Chi You! Since then, all those who bear the hegemonic body of the sky have been cursed. No matter how brave they are, they will never escape the tragic fate! I didn't expect that today, I would be
If I meet a descendant of the Ji family, if this is really fate, then it will be up to me to break the shackles of fate myself!"