Just like that, Chu Yuan's attack collided with Ye Fan's last Wuji Jin under the expectant eyes of countless powerful people in the Truman family.

This time, there was no devastating sweep like before.

The attacks of the two sides unexpectedly fell into a short stalemate.

Those nine punches blocked Chu Yuan's attack layer by layer.

One punch was annihilated, and another punch was replenished immediately.

With nine bursts of strength, Chu Yuan's power of the Chu Clan's three masters wilted most of it in an instant.

However, even if Wuji Jiujin showed great resilience, it still gradually fell into a disadvantage in the face of absolute strength.

Until the ninth energy was annihilated, it still could not completely block Chu Yuan's attack.

"Chu Tianfan, it's over."

Chu Yuan looked at Tianhe from a distance, his lips parted slightly, and his faint voice was like the final judgment on Ye Fan.

Afterwards, the residual power of the Chu Clan's three masters slashed at Ye Fan with an irresistible momentum to kill.

But is it really over?

Just when everyone was waiting for Ye Fan's blood on the spot.

hum!

For nine days, there was only a loud and clear sword chant, which quietly exploded like a dragon soaring and a tiger roaring.

Then, on Chumen Mountain, all the thousands of disciples saw Ye Fan's hand, the Yunyang ancient sword, once again had a golden glow.

The radiant sword light is like a flash of lightning piercing the world in the darkness, it is unsurpassed in the world!

At the same time that the ancient sword was lit up, Ye Fan's aura reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

"This this..."

"This kid, what do you want to do?"

"Could it be that he still has cards?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Truman family almost went crazy with fright.

Everyone looked at the thin figure in front of them as if they were watching a ghost.

It was hard for them to imagine that Ye Fan, who was clearly at the end of his strength, actually hadn't used his hole cards after firing six moves in a row.

When everyone was shocked, Ye Fan's momentum was still cohesive.

The majestic power rushed from his limbs to the long sword in his hand.

In the dantian, Yun Dao Tianjue was running crazily.

The torrential energy like the deep sea flowed along Ye Fan's veins regardless of the consequences.

In the end, under Ye Fan's clothes, there were little bloodstains flowing from his pores.

The once deep and misty eyes were already red because of the bloodshot. JrNovels.com