My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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Although the saints felt that Meng Yicheng's words were unpleasant to hear, they all had the same thought in their minds. They all felt that Ye Fan's way of handling it was too biased.

Was a Ten Thousand Poisons Sect demoness worth so much trust?

"Nonsense! How dare you slander the Holy Maiden of our Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?! "

Elder Lando couldn't bear it any longer. His mission was to protect the Holy Maiden and protect the reputation of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.

Without a second word, Rondo pulled out his curved saber, activated his Sacred Body cultivation, and slashed it down toward Meng Yicheng!

Meng Yiqiu smiled contemptuously. He had long since drawn out a flying sword and drew out a red streak of light. A sword intent pierced towards Rondo!

"Clang!"

The sword intent brought along a whirlwind. It seemed like a straight line, but the attack surface was far more than this!

Without any warning, the astral wind brought by the sword intent directly hit Lando's blade edge, sending Lando's blade flying!

Lando was shocked. Just as he was about to retreat, he saw another flying sword flying towards him!

The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was adept at using Gu poison to kill intangible enemies. Sabers and swords were not their specialties, not to mention, they did not meet with such a close range of Heaven Tier Sword Intent!

Seeing that he was about to be hit, Lando could not avoid it. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for death!

But after a few seconds, Rondo found nothing.

Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Using a flaming golden hand, it grasped the flying sword lightly!

Even though the flying sword still carried the astral wind characteristic of sword intent, Ye Fan did not feel it at all.

"Sword …" God of Swords? " Lando swallowed his saliva and realized that the God of Swords had saved his life.

Ye Fan's face was gloomy. The provocative and mocking words Meng Yicheng had said to him earlier, he hadn't been able to put his mind at ease.

But this time, Meng Yiqiu had insulted Team Blue Rain. That was a completely different story!

No matter if it was his actions or his words, Ye Fan couldn't bear hurting his woman!

Meng Yiqiu, like everyone else present, was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't see clearly how Ye Fan had circled around and caught the flying sword.

But seeing that Ye Fan had actually made his move, Meng Yicheng was instead very excited.

Waiting for the ancient ruins to open, since it's too boring anyway, let this young master expose your so-called 'Sword God' title! "

The corners of Meng Yiqiu's mouth curled up confidently. He once again used the Imperial Sword Technique to send the remaining six swords spinning in the air, forming a long line!

The six flying swords turned into a red stream of light, piercing towards Ye Fan at an extremely fast speed!

Everyone was thinking about how the Sword God would dodge, but they suddenly realized that Ye Fan was completely motionless!?

In the blink of an eye, the six flying swords arrived about three meters in front of Ye Fan and stopped.

The six flying swords turned into docile little sheep, circling around Ye Fan, and they were actually controlled by Ye Fan?!

Meng Yiqiu was taken aback as he muttered to himself, "This …. "How could this be …"

On the side, Meng Duanyun's face began to show some unease, and he shouted, "One Autumn! Stop! "Don't be rude!"

"Father! He was just lucky! I'm not serious yet! "

When the saints saw Meng Yicheng carrying eighteen high-grade flying swords, they were all filled with envy!

"Even if you can block those seven strikes, don't even think of blocking the eleven strikes!

Shuang Hong Sword Intent, Meng Feihua! "

Meng Yicheng gathered all the power of chaos and sword intent in his body and activated them at full power. The eleven flying swords were like a flower made of swords as they whizzed towards Ye Fan!

His sword intent's characteristics were fully displayed in this move, directly bringing up a horizontal tornado!

However, Ye Fan still did not move. He watched expressionlessly as this hurricane approached, and the pressure of the Emperor Level Sword Intent suddenly exploded!

"Weng!"

The Red Tide Canyon felt like it was struck by an earthquake!

A massive amount of rocks began to crumble as they fell down a massive cliff!

Ye Fan extended his hand and Meng Yicheng's eleven sword attacks obediently followed his orders. They dispersed the sword intent and lingered around Ye Fan!

The Meng father and son pair's expressions changed drastically, while the eyes of the Blue Demon girl behind them lit up.

"You haven't even learned a solid sword move, and you're just thinking about practicing the Imperial Sword Technique?" Ye Fan lightly said, "What a pity about these good swords."

Meng Yicheng's face flushed red to her ears as she angrily said, "You …. You merely relied on your Emperor level sword intent to be worthy of talking to me about the Imperial Sword Technique!?

Our Hidden Sword Villa's Imperial Sword Technique stands alone in the world! "

"Is that so?"

Ye Fan declined to comment and just snapped his fingers.

The tens of thousands of flying swords were like a myriad of rays of light that blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun!

All of them were high-grade flying swords. In fact, there were even a large number of top-grade flying swords. They were so dazzling that it was as if the entire valley had been dyed into a strange world!

Meng Duoqiu's mouth was wide open, and his eyeballs were about to fall out of his sockets. Meng Duoyun was completely stupefied!

Their Hidden Sword Villa had built flying swords for tens of thousands of years, but they had never seen so many top-notch flying swords before!

With a thought from Ye Fan, tens of thousands of flying swords turned into the Octoterra Emperor dragons in the sky.

The eight mighty and powerful enormous sword dragons whistled through the air. "Clang clang", the sound of metal clashing made countless people feel their scalps go numb and they didn't dare to move!

Looking at these lifelike sword dragons, and thinking back to the so-called "Imperial Sword Technique" …

The saints did not know how to describe it. This was the difference between humans and gods!

However, upon careful thought, the Heavenly Star Divine General who was once praised as a legend had already been killed by the Sword God. How could one Hidden Sword Villa and one Meng Yiqiu be compared to the Sword God?!

This was how humans were. When the Heavenly Star Divine General was undefeated, everyone would think that the Heavenly Star Divine General was incomparably powerful.

It was only at this moment that the various Saints finally understood. It was not that the Heavenly Star Divine General was weaker than they had imagined, but that the Sword God was truly too strong!

"Roar!"

It was as if the Eight Desolate Emperor Dragon had gathered on top of Meng Yiqiu's head with a dragon roar. It was as if eight celestial dragons were looking down on the tiny life form!

Meng Yiqiu could not help but feel his legs go soft. He lost his balance and fell to the ground!

"Father! Father, save me! "

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogant and prideful appearance of the Young Manor Lord from a moment ago.

Meng Duanyun was suddenly awakened. He knew that his son was in a bad situation, so he released the Holy Spirit pressure from his body and appeared in front of his son.

A three foot tall mountain, covered in clouds and frost, appeared in Meng Duanyun's hand.

"Sir God of Swords, I apologize for offending you. Can you give me and the Hidden Sword Villa some face...

We are about to leave for the ancient ruins, why would we harm our own people for such a small matter? " Meng Quyun said with a cold expression.

The sages of the immortal palace naturally didn't wish for this to happen. Because of the battle between the two, they had lost a great general before they set off on their journey.

The various Saints of the Palace of the Demon Kings were also looking forward to this. In any case, it was a joyous occasion for them to see who was injured or dead.

Meng Quyun let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Sir God of Swords. It seems that you are very understanding and understand the situation …"

"No need to thank me." Ye Fan held a flying sword in his hand and said coldly, "Killing you and your father, just one sword is enough." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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