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Bang ~ Bang ~

After being bombarded again and again, everyone was nearly numb!

Weng ~

The canyon that had originally been so large had now turned into a huge crater, as if a meteor had blasted it with a cannon.

The corners of Flame Dragon Emperor's mouth twitched. Indeed, it was impossible to suppress this monster with just his cultivation.

He can blow you up to the point of doubting life!

As for the little white-dragon and the rest, they were all stunned on the spot.

With the life-force, could he live again forever? But you can't do that!

Everyone could not help but feel the pain.

Compared to them, the white-browed shadow was in pain on the spot. With every bombardment, not even the Godking would be able to withstand it, much less the Void Level!

Moreover, Ye Fan always set a target to bombard Ye Fan every time. First, he exploded his legs, then his body, then his arms.

The sixth time, Abbot Whitebrow disappeared into smoke on the spot!

As for Qian Shuimu, who was being protected by the white brows, she fell to the ground with a face devoid of blood.

As far as the eye could see, there was not even an end to the white sand powder. There was not even a small mountain.

Three seconds later, Ye Fan appeared in a flash and looked at her coldly.

Qian Shuimu shivered, she had never seen such a demon before, she did not even know if Ye Fan was a human or a ghost.

"I am a member of the Da Jin Qian Shui family. If you dare to touch me, the Qian Shui family won't let you off!" Qian Shuimu said coldly.

Ye Fan shook his head and said proudly: "Human! I can't see myself. "

"I even blew up your ancestors, are I still afraid of you, Qian Shui? Laughable! "

"Sword, come!"

Weng weng weng ~

The ground suddenly shook, and immediately after, a huge crack that was dozens of feet wide appeared on the ground.

A pitch black battle sword slowly rose up and wrapped itself around the black light like a spirit serpent.

Ancestral Dragon God Sword!

The sword had absorbed a lot of Ye Fan's golden blood, and the two of them had long established a mental connection.

Flame Dragon Emperor took a deep breath, thinking to himself, when did this kid manage to get this strange treasure again?

It was actually many times scarier than his Dragonbone Battle Sword!

With one sword in hand, Ye Fan walked coldly towards Qian Shuimu.

At this moment, Qian Shuimu's heart could not help but sink to the bottom. This brat wasn't like other people who would fear the Qian Shui clan; he would definitely kill her with a single slash.

"I don't want to die!" she said.

For a moment, Ye Fan really wanted to take her as his subordinate. However, this woman was in a high position. If he controlled her, wouldn't the Qian Shui family explode?1

But in the future, it was highly likely that it would be detrimental to the Yihua Palace.

After pondering for a long time, Ye Fan shook his wrist, and the Ancestral Dragon God Sword quietly disappeared.

"I can give you a chance, but you must not have any memory of what happened today!"

Qian Shuimu was naturally overjoyed, and said: "I understand! From now on, you are my master! "

If the news of the suspected murder of the current dynasty's prince were to spread out, the imperial army would probably overturn the entire Southland in an instant.

As for why Ye Fan kept her, it was because he was confident that he would be able to control her in the future.

Just a ray of Soul-splitting Spikes quietly pierced out, and in the blink of an eye, it entered Qian Shuimu's mind.

Weng ~

Instantly, a heart wrenching pain assaulted him, and the feeling came from the depths of his soul.

Qian Shuimu tumbled to the ground on the spot, crazily smashing his head.

Ye Fan's expression turned cold, and said: "This is just a little punishment, if you dare to have second thoughts, your soul will be destroyed in an instant!"

As he said this, he swept his gaze towards the sky, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

When Void Concealment's second doppelganger saw this, he immediately felt a chill down his spine and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

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