At this time, Tie Mu walked towards Ye Fan again under the urging of Chu Yuan's thoughts.

Ye Fan stood there, frowning tightly. The bright red blood on his body kept dripping down his arm.

A breeze blew, and a few drops of it were blown onto the ancient sword in his hand.

And as Ye Fan's blood dripped in, the dilapidated sword suddenly trembled, and the faint golden light suddenly lit up.

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly felt the high-spirited fighting spirit coming from the long sword in his hand.

Yes!

This sword seemed to have a soul suddenly, and a strong fighting spirit spread into Ye Fan's heart.

"Okay, that's you!"

At this time, Ye Fan also had the idea of ??fighting Tiemu with swordsmanship.

Therefore, at the moment when the golden light of the ancient Yunyang sword lit up, Chen Han stepped on the ground and flew into the sky.

The majestic power gathers, and the boundless vigor sweeps across.

Between the sea of ??clouds, Ye Fan stepped on the Tianhe River, waving his breath like a dragon.

The majestic sword intent blooms instantly!

"Yunyan Sword Art, the first sword, Fengliu!"

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"The second sword, Acacia!"

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The blue light swirled, and the long sword flew.

Everyone can only see that the thin young man under the Tianhe holds a long sword in his hand like an arm.

The majestic sword intent surged across the sky and the earth.

At this time, Ye Fan was like the world-famous master of traditional Chinese painting, who used the sword as a brush and the sky as a scroll to scold Fang Qiu.

In his works, the bright moon rises from the sea, the glaciers freeze for thousands of years, the blue dragon soars to the sky, and the beautiful woman falls in love with each other.

Dao Dao Jian Yi fell into the eyes, but it completely became a beautiful picture scroll.

"How many flavors are there, who in the world will accompany Bai Yi!"

"Yunyan Sword Art, the fifth sword, Wushuang!"

In an instant, Ye Fan had reached the fifth sword.

Wushuang's sword intent spread across the world. At that moment, everyone in the Truman family seemed to see a peerless swordsman.

He is dressed in white, standing proudly on the Tianhe River, walking with a sword behind his back, a lone shadow in the cold river.

Withered vines and old trees, the ancient road is westerly.

Under the bloody setting sun, all that is left to the world is that unparalleled back view. JrNovels.com