In the ancient tower, Ye Fan waved the Xuandi Fist continuously. At this moment, he had fully understood the Xuandi Fist. It was limited to his strength and could not exert the terrifying power of the Xuandi Fist.

But this is enough. Eighteen punches were all hit at the same point, and a crack was immediately made by the ancient tower!

"What?"

"how so?"

Many people exclaimed and saw this scene.

"Click!"

The ancient tower shattered, and Ye Fan rushed out like a demon god, with blood all over his body and bloodshot at the corner of his mouth.

It is obvious that he was injured in the ancient tower, and the four Holy Lord-level powerful men took action at the same time, and no one could be safe and sound.

However, it was beyond everyone's expectations that he was able to come out alive from the ancient tower.

"Bang!"

As soon as Ye Fan rushed out, he was slapped out by Pang Shitong, sprinkling purple blood all over the way, and shattering bones all over his body.

"Dong!"

Before he could stop, another Holy Lord kicked him back, causing him to squirt blood, and almost smashed his body.

"Go to die!"

The law enforcement officer Pang Shitong was extremely angry, his eyebrows were cracked, and a flying knife shot out, slashing directly at Ye Fan's head.

The Black Ancient Tower was a holy soldier who had been practicing his life, but Ye Fan forced a big hole to penetrate. How could he not make him feel so distressed that he was crazy?

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan's eyebrows also cracked, and a black seal of Heavenly Dao rushed out, swelling in the storm, facing the flying knife.

"Clang!"

The flying knife slashed hard at the sound of the seal of the Heavenly Dao, and suddenly cut a crack, almost killing Ye Fan's soul directly.

"There is no suspense, the surname Ye will die."

"He is a great man of a generation to be able to force the four holy lords to this point, but unfortunately he is a spy from the demon clan."

"If he was not a spy from the demon clan and he was not dead, his future achievements would be limitless and he would definitely compete with the strongest people on the ancient starry sky road."

People were talking about it, thinking that Ye Fan was dead this time. Even though he had hit the ancient tower, he was in danger of being able to do anything with the full force of the four Saint Master-level powerhouses.

"Bang!"

The Holy Lord, who was once shattered by Ye Fan, was the most fierce. He almost always tried to kill himself. His fist was swirling around the holy light and almost smashed his body into a pool of mud.

At this moment, half of Ye Fan's body was shattered, but his eyes were still cold and he emitted an unyielding light.

"Bang!"

He was knocked out again, sprinkled with blood, his bones were broken, and his meridians were broken, which was extremely miserable.

This was the worst injury he was injured. Even when he fought with the God Prince of the Demon Clan, he did not get this level.

"I didn't want to kill anyone, you forced me to do this!

Ye Fan used the Phoenix Nirvana Technique, and his body recovered in an instant, sweeping away the previous decline. His whole body was like a sharp killing sword, exuding a murderous intent like a vast ocean.
Chapter completed!