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Ye Fan strolled leisurely, playing with the Ancestral Dragon God Sword in his hand.

He had been in too much of a hurry to snatch the sword, and only now did he realize that it was incredibly heavy.

It could even be compared to a Mystical Heavy Extreme Mountain.

Moreover, the inscriptions on the sword were extremely strange, densely packed as it clung to the sword, completely red.

It was like he was weeping blood.

On the blade of the sword were nine bizarre inscriptions.

Ye Fan's wrist shook, and a vast wave of vitality poured into it.

As a result, the battle sword was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring his Qi.

"Hiss ~ You actually ate quite a lot!" Ye Fan exclaimed, and immediately withdrew his Qi.

He discovered that even with his cultivation base, he was unable to activate one of the divine sword's inscription patterns.

If he wanted to activate it, he would need to drain all of the Essence in his body.

Good sword!

It was not in vain did he risk such a great deal to find it.

"Humph!" Fellow Daoist, you sure have a big heart, to actually not place these experts in your eyes. "

A cold voice came from behind Ye Fan. Turning around, Chen Wenze and an old man from the middle stage of Transform Saint had already caught up to them.

He shook his head indifferently and said, "I don't have a deep grudge against you. There's still time to get lost!"

What the heck ~

Did he not see the situation clearly?

Chen Wenze was a little confused. Could it be that middle stage of Transform Saint was just a decoration in his eyes?

What a joke!

"What shameless boasting! Today, this old man will snatch this divine sword for the Seventh Prince!"

As the old man took a step forward, a vast pressure gushed forth like a tide.

Seeing this, Ye Fan was extremely speechless. He asked in a low voice, "Chen Wenze, as a prince, where is your IQ?"

Unless he had no other choice, he still wanted to keep Chen Wenze here.

If this person could become a Great Jin Holy Emperor, it would be extremely beneficial to the development of the Ye Family Bank in the future.

Of course, this was on the premise that Chen Wenze was not stupid enough to kill him.

Without much time to think, Ye Fan immediately turned into a bolt of lightning and escaped.

As for the old man, he thought that Ye Fan was afraid in his heart.

With a flash of silver light, he also transformed into a silver fox and explosively shot forward.

"Hiss ~ Why is this boy's escape speed so strange?" The old man was shocked. Even though he was flying at full speed, he was actually only on the same level as Ye Fan.

My god, a normal middle stage of Transform Saint might not even be able to outrun Ye Fan!2

Chen Wenze pondered for a moment and helplessly watched the two streaks of light disappear.

He faintly felt that something was amiss. Based on Ye Fan's personality, it was impossible for him to not know that there were people chasing after him.

And this fellow just now was clearly waiting for someone to kill him.

I've been tricked!

He also immediately sped up and chased after them in a hurry.

Not long after he left, an extremely furious flying light shot out and stopped in the air in a flash.

Qian Shuimu!

She was enraged and said: "Ye Fan you thief, you caused me to lose three Qian Shui tribe members, I won't forgive you!"

Moments later, three or four of the Thousandwater clan's subordinates flew over. In that chaotic battle, two disciples of the Qian Shui Family's Transform Saint Stage fell on the spot.

The group of people immediately shot out, obviously extremely angry.

Moments later, Third Prince Chen Kai also shot over, with the Lobster following behind him.

They did not stop for even a moment, and flew towards the direction of the great canyon.

In the air above the frozen lake, the human cultivators were still battling the ancient zombie.

In this battle, the nearby mountains shook. A few hundred Spirit Transformation Stage powerhouses s died on the spot and disappeared.

The losses were heavy!

Even if someone from the back escaped, they wouldn't dare to covet the Ancestral Dragon God Sword in the slightest.

Such a fierce battle was not inferior to the war between the nine empires in the Nine Prefectures.

After all, too many Spirit Transformation Stage powerhouses had fallen.

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