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Qian Shuimu descended from the sky, surrounding him with tens of thousands of water swords, with a tremble, he did not hesitate to slash down.
Even if this woman and Ye Fan did not become enemies, she would not let the Ancestral Dragon God Sword fall into the hands of others.
In the end, the thousands of Spirit Transformation Stage powerhouses below were still just cannon fodder at the beginning.
Moreover, there were some people who did not plan to join the fight. They all came with the mindset of picking up scraps.
However, that strange corpse aura made them all go berserk.
Only a few people had the strength to snatch the Ancestral Dragon God Sword.
The first was Seventh Prince Chen Wenze. The several experts that he had brought along were not easy to deal with.
And there was also Third Prince Chen Kai, he alone. His background was not one bit inferior to Qian Shuimu's.
As for the remaining elders, they were the old monsters that cultivated in the Wilderness and Purgatory.
But this evildoer Ye Fan, Qian Shuimu truly did not think of it before.
This guy was alone. Let alone snatching, ordinary people didn't even have the guts to approach him!
But this guy was simply a freak!
Ye Fan coldly swept his eyes across his surroundings, and said with disdain: "With just you scum, if I want to leave, no one can stop me."
He immediately held onto the gigantic battle sword with one hand, and an astonishing suction force erupted from the sword blade.
Immediately after, the blood vessels on his arm ruptured, and golden blood was frantically devoured by the godly sword.
Forced ownership!
In the next moment, the godly sword began to emit a bloody light as the blood colored patterns on the sword seemed to come alive.
Ye Fan's mind moved, the sword immediately became a few feet long and caught his hand easily.
After which, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and dashed into the crowd.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The water swords that filled the sky poured down, like a terrifying sword dragon roaring, it swallowed Ye Fan's afterimage in one gulp.
God damn it, he got away again!
The hand technique Qian Shuimu was using changed, the water sword immediately changed its direction, and rushed towards Ye Fan who was running away.
A clap of thunder was sent crashing forward.
Those with weaker cultivations were immediately sent flying with blood and gore.
Chen Kai and the others were also dumbstruck. They themselves had been robbed for so long, yet they could not even touch the hair on the Ancestral Dragon God Sword, but they were all taken away by that brat.
Isn't this way too much?
Clang ~
With an explosive sound, the lightning bolt smashed into an ice coffin, causing Ye Fan to be completely stunned.
My god, it's usually someone else. It feels like I've been done in by a dead man today!
Furthermore, this ice coffin was completely unharmed after being hit by his cannon. Wasn't the house he lived in way too sturdy?
Just as Ye Fan wanted to escape from the incoming army, he stopped and hovered above the coffin.
This thing is strange.
He had already gotten his hands on the Ancestral Dragon God Sword, but the divine sword did not make him crazy.
It was very likely that the thing that had caused everyone to go crazy had already existed before, and had mysteriously disappeared after the great battle.
This coffin was very suspicious.
"Hehe, Big Brother, you won't be able to keep the coffin lid!"
Ye Fan sneered, the Ancestral Dragon God Sword in his hand appeared out of nowhere and he slashed down with his sword.
Boom ~
With an explosive sound, the entire lid of the coffin was shattered into pieces.
Inside, there was a corpse with bloodshot eyes like an ice sculpture lying on the ground.
Moreover, this corpse was three or four times taller than an ordinary person. It was extremely bizarre.
Heh ~