1240: C1240 Kill Them All

C1240 Kill Them All

"Zizi Zizi!"

The current flowed into the magnet.

The weapons in the surrounding 20 square meters started to move.

However, it wasn't Weng Ming, it was a painful moan.

"Hehe! All of you, come here."

Ye Fan had a ferocious expression on his face as he saw countless weapons flying towards him.

He grabbed it in his hand.

As for the other weapons, he wanted to return, but it was impossible.

Even with the help of the formation, they couldn't escape the magnetic attraction.

"You want to run? There's no door."

Ye Fan decided to give it his all.

He took out his phone and scanned all of them into the Treasure Chest.

Although it wasn't of much use, it was better to keep it for others in the future.

Seeing this scene...

The others were stupefied.

Instantly, the expressions on their faces froze.

The heck?

What the hell was this?

Why did it make Ye Fan turn from a person who had no fate to a person who was blessed with all kinds of weapons?

"How is this possible?"

"It's over. There are no weapons around. He must have collected a few dozen, right?"

"F * ck, if I had known, I would have come here earlier. I didn't expect to be behind such a monster."

"No, he's not a monster, but a f * cking monster. At most, he wants a weapon. Why does he want all of them?"

"What kind of method did he use to imprison a weapon?"

Even Yue Er was shocked and asked weakly.

"Without a weapon, what should I do?"

Ye Fan thought about it and agreed.

"Yes, I will throw one for you. We will enter the formation with fate and pass the second stage."

Can we still play like this?

Can fate be brought along?

After Ye Fan disappeared.

Yue Er nervously took out her weapon and entered the formation.

It was really useful. She was also sent into the second stage.

However, the others were bitter.

They held the weapon jade in their hands, but there were no weapons around them. It could be said that it was a tragic sight.

"Ye Fan, we hate you!"

This was what everyone was shouting in their hearts.

However, Ye Fan could not hear it at all.

When they entered the second stage, many of them received a sound transmission Talisman.

After that, Ye Fan was targeted.

Obviously, his actions had been notified by the people outside.

At this time, a Flying Sword Sect disciple slowly walked over.

He sized Ye Fan up from head to toe.

"You are the one who robbed all the weapons?"

"That's right. Is there a problem?" Ye Fan wasn't afraid of their leader, so he naturally wasn't afraid of these disciples.

"Hmph, you used an evil technique to get your weapon and spit it out."

The eyes of many people in the surroundings were filled with greed.

The weapons of the Weapon Villa were famous for their close proximity. Although these weapons had been standing in place for hundreds of years, they were still able to cut through iron like mud.

Obtaining a batch of such weapons would be of great help to the sect.

"Pui! I'm going to vomit your head! With just a few of you stinky fish and prawns, you still dare to snatch my things? What a joke!"

Ye Fan directly crossed the line.

It had always been him snatching other people, but no one had ever tried to snatch him away.

"How dare you! Don't think that just because the Blood Sword Sect spoiled you, they can act tyrannically. Our Flying Sword Sect doesn't like you."

Finished speaking.

A powerful force suddenly erupted, sweeping in all directions.

That disciple held a long spear in his hand, and thrust it straight at Ye Fan's heart.

Damn!

He went straight for Ye Fan's vitals just because he attacked?

What grudge? What grudge?

That was why sometimes, one really couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Look at the Blood Sword Sect. Whether it's their name or their clothes, they all look like villains.

But in the end.

Even Ye Fan's chance to enter the Weapon Tomb was given by them.

As for the Flying Sword Sect...

It looked like they were from a prestigious sect, and their actions were the most ruthless.

Ye Fan sneered and showed no mercy.

His Late Foundation Stage cultivation base had completely erupted.

He swung the longsword in his hand.

He didn't know how to use a sword.

However, he knew that strength could be reduced by ten times.

Sometimes, the best way to do things was to have no sense of order.

"Look at my Garen's Great Sword!"

"I'm going to shatter your screen!"

Er...

He heard his slogan.

Many people expressed ignorance.

Only Yue Er was helpless.

In League of Legends, when Garen used his sword to kill his opponent, the screen of the character that died would tremble for a moment.

He was trying to restore it in reality.

The next moment!

The sword met the spear.

The entire screen shook.

The ground under the disciple's feet cracked open.

The powerful force caused him to immediately cough up blood, and his legs powerlessly fell to his knees.

"Pu!"

Immediately after, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and he was seriously injured.

Ye Fan curled his lips and said, "This is it? This is the Flying Sword Sect?"

"You... Why are you so strong? I am also a Foundation Stage!"

The surrounding Flying Sword Sect disciples swallowed their saliva, their faces filled with fear.

They didn't even dare to help their fellow disciples up.

Ye Fan flung his arm at Liu Hai Er, "Sigh, who asked me to be so talented? I'm invincible in the same realm."

"The Flying Sword Sect won't let you go."

"You still dare to say such harsh words to me?"

Ye Fan smiled with disdain, and his aura erupted from all over his body.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you! But you won't be able to see that day."

"You... What are you doing?"

"Kill you!"

"No, don't come over!"

Ye Fan acted as if he was obedient and suddenly stood still.

"Yes, it seems like I can't kill you."

"Hu!"

He heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to kill all of your Flying Sword Sect, so as to prevent any future problems from spreading to the outside world."

"What?"

This time, everyone was shocked.

Was there a need to be so decisive?

The remaining Flying Sword Sect disciples began to retreat.

But since Ye Fan had already decided to kill them, he wouldn't let them escape.

"Eight Inner Hidden Gates, open!"

"Kill!"

"Bang!"

The sword in Ye Fan's hand was used as a stick.

Every sword was badly mutilated, and his body broke into pieces.

Blood filled the entire space.

It made many people feel like throwing up.

Only Ye Fan had a smile on his face the whole time, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Ye Fan, someone is running away."

Yue Er suddenly shouted.

Her figure disappeared from where she stood.

In an instant, she shattered the head of the fleeing person.

"Hmph, did I let you escape?"1

Seeing this scene.

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched a few times.

He had learned this way too quickly.

Each and every move he made actually had his own style.

He silently nodded, his eyes full of praise.

"This child is worth teaching."

All the disciples of the Flying Sword Sect were slaughtered by the two of them.

After that, Ye Fan's gaze turned towards the remaining Blood Sword Sect disciples.

They were extremely frightened and hurriedly waved their hands.

"Big Brother, we didn't get involved. Don't kill us."

Ye Fan smiled. "We are fated. Why would I kill you?"

"I just want to ask, how did they die?"

How did they die?

Didn't you kill them yourself?

However, none of them were fools. They quickly spoke up.

"I think they were killed by the Weapon Villa's restrictions and traps."

"Right, there were also people who fell to their deaths."

"Yeah, someone had a heart attack just now."

"Oh, so you're saying that their deaths have nothing to do with me?"

Although Ye Fan's face was full of smiles, in their eyes, he was the god of death.

Anyone who dared to speak against their conscience would be courting death!

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