It didn't matter where the four girls went, what mattered was where Zhao Yufan was, so the four girls left without any obstruction.
Shiquan Road was filled with fresh murderous intent.
These murderous intents had just appeared.
They rushed to Zhao Yufan from cracks in the ground, springs, walls, etc., and locked onto Zhao Yufan.
As long as Zhao Yufan made the slightest move, these murderous intents would condense into sharp blades and pierce everything.
Zhao Yufan was holding a fifth-grade sword.
The blade of the sword reflected cold rays of light under the scorching sun, reflecting on the water, walls, and sky.
Yu Hu was entangled by the four-fingered sword demon and had no chance to kill Zhao Yufan.
Xiao Kai and Wu Hao were restrained by the King of Hell and the Blood-Red Old Demon, and had no chance to kill Zhao Yufan.
To be precise, they were restraining each other.
Jiang Taoshui and Muchen were enjoying the scenery, and the two were also trying to contain each other.
The strong ones restrained each other, but some people were not restrained, such as Yu Hu and Yang Zhen.
Yu Hu appears, where is Yang Zhen?
Before Yang Zhen appeared, Jia Ping, Huo Long and others from the Jia family arrived.
Behind them were more than a dozen Martial Emperors.
A group of people came to Zhao Yufan aggressively, with ferocious and proud expressions on their eyes and brows.
"Hey, you have today too."
Jia Ping held a gorgeous sword, his face full of sarcasm.
Looking at Jia Ping's group, Zhao Yufan actually laughed.
This group of people was insignificant in his eyes, but after seeing Jia Ping's proud look, he still said: "You think you can kill me?"
The fire dragon said calmly: "We are not going to kill you, we are only responsible for stopping you."
At this time, a mocking voice came from the distance: "You are self-aware."
Jia Ping and others looked sideways to the right side of Shiquan Road.
On the path on the right, Bai Sha and others were slowly approaching, and behind them there were also powerful Emperor Wu.
Bai Sha, Leng Feng, He Wei, Yue Rong, Song Qing, Song Fei, and Jiang Linger all stood behind Zhao Yufan.
After a while, Leng Feng said, "Let's go."
Zhao Yufan was not polite, picked up his sword and left.
On the way, he looked at the sky in confusion.
The battle in the sky was still going on.
The Four-fingered Sword Demon and Yu Hu were fighting equally.
"It's strange, the group of powerful men from the Alchemy Sect are also completely contained."
Zhao Yufan muttered in his heart, looking straight ahead.
Standing in front of him was a man holding a long golden stick.
One end of the stick was on the ground, and the ground was cracked.
"Fulong" Zhao Yufan murmured to himself, with a look of solemnity on his face.
Fulong also saw Zhao Yufan, and held the nine-foot broken tendon stick tighter in his hand.
He was defeated by Zhao Yufan last time, and he must not lose this time.
If he loses, he can only watch Zhao Yufan gradually approach, and he said: "Here he comes."
"Here we come."
Zhao Yufan answered simply, and added a little unhurriedly: "Time is a bit tight, let's get started."
Fulong's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he pointed out the nine-foot broken tendon stick in his hand and hit Zhao Yufan on the neck.
Zhao Yufan's sword flashed with a cold light, and the sword energy was everywhere.
The two figures immediately overlapped and it was impossible to tell who was who.
The nine-foot broken tendon stick in Fulong's hand is like a golden dragon, and Fulong is using a golden dragon as a weapon to strike the whole world crazily.
His attack is not just attacking Zhao Yufan, but more like attacking everything around him.
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No matter how Zhao Yufan dodges, he can't avoid his attack.
The phantom of the golden dragon dances across the universe, and the whole world seems to be covered by the golden dragon shadow.
Fulong is the master of the golden world, and Zhao Yufan is the enemy of the entire golden world.
As he shuttled through the stick shadows in the sky, Zhao Yufan had changed his sword countless times.
His sword would break after constant collision with the stick shadows.
"No, I'm going to be doomed if this continues."
Zhao Yufan thought to himself, looking through countless golden shadows and landing on Fulong, who seemed far away but was very close at hand.
Fulong's hand seemed to be grasping a golden dragon.
The golden dragon was constantly dancing by him, bombarding any place in the world.
Zhao Yufan stared at Fulong's hand, gritted his teeth slightly, and said in his heart: "Destroying your hand is equivalent to killing your dragon."
However, it is not an easy matter to break through the layers of attacks and injure Fulong's hand.
The sword energy swept across, Zhao Yufan's pupils dilated, and he stabbed out with a sword.
This sword contains infinite power and his understanding of the sword.
Its power is so terrifying that the stick shadow has a sense of fear.
Wherever the sword energy passes, the stick shadow turns into nothingness.
Fulong clearly felt the power of this move, his face was slightly solemn, but there was a touch of calmness between his eyebrows.
Although the sword was strong, it could not shake his golden world.
Things did not go beyond Fulong's expectations.
Although the sword was powerful, it was still difficult to break his defense.
He looked at Zhao Yufan who was rushing towards him and said: "It's very strong, but it's not good."
A sly smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth, the sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and he suddenly took it out.
The sword, with its fierce light, cuts through the entire world and pierces the sky.
The current sword is stronger than the one just now.
This sword can be regarded as Zhao Yufan's own sword.
The swords he used before were basically other people's martial arts, but this sword is his own.
It is his own understanding of the way of the sword.
A domineering and domineering sword.
To put it simply, his sword is a domineering sword.
No matter what enemy you face, no matter what difficulties you face, this sword can be thrust out.
This sword must be carried with the intention of victory to kill the enemy.
This sword is not controlled by Zhao Yufan's hands, but by his heart.
The sword was very fast, so fast that Fulong had no room to react.
In a breath, it was all over.
Blood gradually seeped out from Fulong's arm, and Yin Hong's blood was extremely eye-catching on his clothes.
His nine-foot broken tendon stick fell to the ground, and the golden stick shadow between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Yufan and Fulong stood opposite each other, their eyes staring at each other.
After a while, Fulong bent down to pick up the nine-foot broken tendon stick and said without emotion: "You win, you are really better than me."
He didn't believe it, but he had to admit it.
When he picked up the nine-foot broken tendon stick, a black shadow slowly greeted him not far away.
Until the black shadow walked in front of Zhao Yufan and Fulong, this man was still a black shadow.
His body was shrouded in a black robe, leaving only a black shadow.
"Are you Black Wind?"
Fulong asked, staring at the black shadow.
Heifeng nodded and introduced himself: "Platinum Killer Heifeng" Heifeng, ranked the 172nd Platinum Killer, is a strong man in the fourth level of Martial Emperor.
He is only one step away from becoming Martial Emperor.
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He specializes in assassinating Martial Emperor and has never failed.
Fulong stared at Zhao Yufan coldly and said, "You go, I will stop him."
Zhao Yufan looked at Fulong worriedly and said sincerely: "Together."
Fulong glared at Zhao Yufan, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around his arm, and said coldly: "No need, hurry up and leave."
Zhao Yufan glanced at Hei Feng, nodded with a frown, and said, "Be careful."
After saying that, he continued to move forward with his sword in hand
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