When the rocks burst, Chu Yuan had already rushed out of the ruins.

Compared with just now, Chu Yuan is no longer as calm and unrestrained as before.

The robe was already torn.

But that's all.

Ye Fan's attack just now, apart from damaging Chu Yuan's robe, did not hurt Chu Yuan at all.

This also shows how terrifying Chu Yuan's strength is in front of him.

This undoubtedly made the solemnity in Ye Fan's heart even more intense.

This Wuji collapse can be said to be the strongest single attack skill mastered by Ye Fan.

But even so, it only caused some skin trauma to Chu Yuan.

"This old monster is indeed terrifying."

"No wonder Grandma told me to be careful."

Ye Fan frowned and whispered in his heart.

While Ye Fan was full of dignity, Chu Yuan on the other side was extremely angry in his heart.

"You bloody bastard!"

"You actually ruined my robe?"

"You must die!"

Chu Yuan was extremely angry.

He is the dignified old sect master of the Trumen, a god in the world.

But now, in front of his disciples, Ye Fan punched him so embarrassingly.

It can be said that Chu Yuan's face was swept away!

Chu Yuan, who was furious, would naturally not forgive Ye Fan.

Suddenly like crazy, the torrential offensive can't stop pouring out.

Or punch or palm, or chop or chop.

The violent storm was generally on the offensive, sweeping across the entire sky again.

"You abandoned son, die for me!"

Chu Yuan was really angry.

The terrifying power almost blocked all Ye Fan's escape routes.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Fan was in a desperate situation, who would have thought that Ye Fan would repeat his old tricks.

In the sky in front of him, Nine Dao Chu Lin's phantoms appeared again.

Although each one was quickly smashed to pieces by Chu Yuan. JrNovels.com