Facing the so-called authentic dish of Fen Tian, ​​Ye Fan's expression was still calm, and even shook his head and chuckled.

Whoosh ~

The next moment, Ye Fan also moved.

The body is like a phantom, as fast as a stream of light.

If the overwhelming sword light was a storm.

And at this moment, Ye Fan was undoubtedly a small boat under the storm.

Let the wind and rain blow, he will not move.

Let all flowers fall, his leaves will not touch their bodies.

He is the seagull flying in the storm, the thunder of the snobbish sky in the dark night.

He is electricity and light.

It is also a misty ghost on this isolated island.

In the end, who would have thought that the more than one hundred swords that Fen Tian swung, no one could kill him.

“This ~”

"This~This~"

"Is this still a human?"

The world is already quiet.
Chapter completed!