My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1240 Massacre
"Zizzizi!"

With the current passing through the magnet.

The weapons in the surrounding twenty square meters are ready to move.

But it wasn't Weng Ming, but a groan full of pain.

"Hey! You all come here for me."

Ye Fan grimaced, watching countless weapons flying towards him crazily.

He picked up a handful in his hand.

And other weapons want to go back, but simply can't.

Even with the blessing of formations, they cannot escape the magnetic attraction.

"Want to run? There are no doors."

Ye Fan simply did it.

He took out his mobile phone and swept them all into the treasure chest.

Although it's not very useful, it's good to keep it as a gift in the future.

see this scene.

The others were dumbfounded.

The expression on his face froze instantly.

Nima?

What is this stuff?
Why can Ye Fan change from an unfavorable person to a predestined person who can get all the weapons?
"How is this possible?"

"It's over, there are no weapons around, he collected dozens of them, right?"

"Damn, if I knew it, I would have come in earlier, but behind such a monster."

"No, he's not a monster, but a pervert. He wants at most one weapon, why does he want them all?"

"How did he imprison the weapon?"

Even Yue'er was shocked and asked weakly.

"I lost a weapon, what should I do?"

Ye Fan thought about it too.

"No, I'll throw a handful for you. Let's enter the formation with fate and directly pass to the second level."

Can you still play like this?

Fate can still bring it?
After Ye Fan disappeared.

Yue'er nervously took out her weapon and entered the formation.

It turned out to be really easy to use, and she was then teleported into the second level.

But others struggled.

Holding the weapon jade in his hand, but there are no weapons around, it can be described as horrible.

"Ye Fan, we hate you!"

This is the inner voice of the people.

But Ye Fan couldn't hear it at all.

When they entered the second level, many of them received a sound transmission talisman.

Immediately, Ye Fan was followed by someone.

Apparently his actions had been informed by outsiders.

At this moment, a disciple of the Flying Sword Sect came slowly.

He looked Ye Fan up and down.

"It's you who snatched all the weapons?"

"That's right, what's the problem?" Ye Fan wasn't even afraid of their team leader, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of these disciples.

"Hmph, you will spit it out if you use the evil method to get the weapon."

The eyes of many people around are full of greed.

Weapons Villa's weapons are well-known far and wide. Although these weapons have been standing in place for a hundred years, they still exist like hair and hair, cutting iron like mud.

Getting a batch of such weapons would be of great help to the Zongmen.

"Bah! I spit on your sister, and you still dare to snatch my things just because of you stinky fish and rotten shrimp? What a joke."

Ye Fan directly confronted him.

He has always robbed others, and no one has ever robbed him.

"Presumptuous! Don't think that the Blood Sword Sect can be domineering if you are used to it. Our Flying Sword Sect is not used to you."

Say it.

A powerful force suddenly erupted, sweeping in all directions.

The disciple held a long spear in his hand and stabbed directly at Ye Fan's heart.

I go.

Go straight to the point?
What hatred, what resentment.

So yeah, sometimes you really can't judge a book by its cover.

Look at Blood Sword Sect, no matter in name or clothes, they all look like villains.

But finally.

Even the opportunity for Ye Fan to enter the Weapon Tomb was given by others.

As for the Flying Sword Sect.

He looked like a decent family, but he was the most vicious.

Ye Fan sneered without mercy.

The realm of the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm has completely exploded.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he chopped it up.

He can't use a sword.

But I know that one force will drop ten times.

Sometimes no rules are the best rules.

"Look at my Galen Great Sword!"

"I'm going to shatter your screen!"

Uh……

Hear his catchphrase.

Many people expressed ignorance.

Only Yue'er was helpless.

In League of Legends, when Galen kills the opponent with the great sword, the screen of the dead character will tremble for a moment.

He is trying to restore it in reality.

next moment!
Big sword meets spear.

Full screen vibration.

The ground under the disciple's feet was cracked.

The powerful force caused him to spurt blood immediately, and his legs fell to his knees weakly.

"puff!"

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and he was seriously injured.

Ye Fan curled his lips: "That's it? Flying Sword Sect is this?"

"You... why are you so strong? I'm also at the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

The surrounding disciples of the Flying Sword Sect swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their faces full of horror.

He didn't even dare to help his fellow disciples.

Ye Fan flicked his bangs: "Oh, who made me so talented, I am invincible."

"Flying Sword Sect will not let you go."

"You still dare to talk harshly to me?"

Ye Fan smiled disdainfully, and the momentum all over his body suddenly exploded.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you! But you probably won't see that day."

"You...what are you going to do?"

"kill you!"

"No, don't come here!"

Ye Fan seemed to be obedient, and suddenly stood still.

"Yes, it seems that I can't kill you."

"call!"

He was relieved.

"I want to kill all of you Flying Sword Sect, so that nights and dreams will not spread outside."

"what?"

Now everyone in the audience was shocked.

As for being so decisive?
The rest of the Flying Sword Sect disciples began to back away.

But since Ye Fan had made up his mind to kill, he would not let them escape.

"Eight-door Dunjia, open!"

"kill!"

"boom!"

The long sword in Ye Fan's hand was used as a stick by him.

Every sword is bloody and bloody, and his body is shattered.

Blood filled the entire space.

It makes many people feel nauseous.

Only Ye Fan kept smiling and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Ye Fan, someone wants to run away."

Yue'er suddenly shouted.

Her figure disappeared in place.

Instantly shattered the spirit cover of the escaped person.

"Hmph, did I let you run away?"

see this scene.

Ye Fan's mouth twitched a few times.

It's too fast to learn.

Every move, actually already has his demeanor.

He nodded silently, his eyes full of approval.

"Ruzi can be taught."

All Feijianzong disciples were slaughtered by the two.

Immediately, Ye Fan turned his gaze to the only remaining disciple of the Blood Sword Sect.

They were terrified and waved their hands quickly.

"Brother, we have nothing to do with it, don't kill us."

Ye Fan smiled slightly: "We are destined, how could I kill you?"

"I just want to ask, how did they die?"

How did you die?

Didn't you kill it yourself?

But everyone is not a fool, so hurry up and speak up.

"It seems that he was killed by the prohibition and trap of Weapon Villa."

"Yes, there are still people who fell to their deaths."

"Well, someone had a heart attack just now."

"Oh, so you say, their deaths have nothing to do with me?"

Don't look at Ye Fan's face full of smiles, but in their eyes, it is the god of death who is asking for his life.

Anyone who dares to speak out against their conscience is courting death!

(End of this chapter)