Urban Madness

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Although the young master of Sabah was fat like a pig, he exploded with amazing potential under the threat of death. His movements were extremely vigorous and he escaped dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

Looking at his embarrassing appearance, Ye Fan did not pursue him, his eyes showed a playful look, as if everything was under control.

And his screaming for help also attracted the attention of thousands of soldiers in the distance.

These fighters are the elite of the elite, and their response is not unsatisfactory.

"Rescue the young master and destroy the enemy!"

A rough and heroic voice pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, resounding through the sky, obviously a general.

Within a few breaths, thousands of fighters were divided into ten teams of one hundred people. There was no messy footsteps, and the movements were neat and uniform, as if they had experienced thousands of rehearsals.

"Army attack!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Thousands of people made the same sound, gathered together, and rushed straight into the sky. There were obvious ripples in the surrounding air, as if to be torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, ten teams of one hundred people surrounded Ye Fan from all directions, and the earth was shaking.

For a time, this base was like an ancient battlefield, with murderous intent and surging waves.

Thousands of people charge like a huge moving steel fortress, magnificent, and the power of the charge is unstoppable, like a mountain torrent and a tsunami, and like a mountain torrent, and it does not give people any chance to breathe.

This is the real torrent of steel!

Everything that stands in front of you will be washed away.

...

"Gosh! This is horrible!"

Seeing this scene, Hua Jieyu's face was pale and bloodless, and her delicate body trembled, and she couldn't even stand steady.

Can't use words to describe her mood at the moment.

This real battlefield is a hundred times more shocking than the pictures she saw in the movie. Only when you are on the scene can you feel the magnificent waves!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward, his aura climbed steadily, and his never-ending skyrocketing, exuding the aura of contemptuous world and arrogance in his independence.

At this moment, he seemed to be transformed into an optimistic pillar, propped up the whole world alone, ready to meet the charge of the iron torrent.

With one person's power, wanting to fight thousands of fighters seems like a fantasy, even a martial arts master can't do it.

But now, Ye Fan's prestige alone is not inferior to thousands of troops, and even better.

Ye Fan held Lei Jiejian tightly and flicked with his fingers.

"Zheng!"

The high-pitched sword sound suddenly sounded, and the sword spirit hidden in it seemed to feel Ye Fan's overwhelming fighting will, a burst of joy, and he wished to fight side by side with his master immediately.

In the next moment, Ye Fan was holding Qingfeng and walking with the sword, rushing into an array of a hundred people like a tiger into a flock.

"Whhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The sword light that swept across several feet, shot out, and the dozen soldiers in the front had no time to react and were swallowed by the sword light.

Their bodies, fragile like thin paper, shattered at the touch.

In just one second, everything was split in half.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan showed his power like cutting melons and vegetables.

The Thunder Tribulation Sword in his hand has also become the death god's sickle, and every time he uses the sword, he can harvest more than a dozen lives.

Killing is like cutting grass!

Once, through the Heavenly Dragon Breaking the City Halberd, Ye Fan had seen the scene where the ancestor Chi You was an enemy of the Ten Thousand Army, and through Wei Lao's consciousness, he had seen the power of the Immortal Venerable that destroyed a planet in one blow.

But in reality, it was the first time he experienced such a large-scale battle.

The red blood gathered on the ground into a river, and countless corpses piled up into a mountain.

If ordinary people see this scene of Shura hell, they will have nightmares for months.

However, Ye Fan's clothes were not stained with a trace of blood. The understatement did not seem to exert all his strength, he was able to do his job, and his body style was even more ethereal and agile, as if he was dancing an elegant waltz.

Suddenly, he got excited, a burst of lofty ambition rose in his heart, and he sang loudly:

"Bai Hong sits on the fly, and the green snake box roars. I will pray for the king again, and the gods can not be seen. Xu draws an inch and an inch, and gradually bends his elbows. Yu Lu was shocked."

"Ting Dian is full of light, and the dragon is walking around. I want to comment on sword skills, and I hope Junliang will listen to it. Swords can be pierced, and swords can cut Qiongjiu. Swords fight against the sky and clouds, and the sword fights against the sun. Snake belly, the sword flicks the head of the minister."

Ye Fan's voice was impassioned, sonorous and powerful, exploding in the court like thunder.

Every time he chanted a poem, more than ten soldiers died under the sword.

Not long after, several hundreds of people were defeated and killed by him.

Thousands of soldiers died.

...

Looking at the balance of victory, he slowly tilted towards Ye Fan.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of footsteps came from inside the base.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng!

After a while, the endless warriors rushed out like leeches. At first glance, there was no end in sight.

In this base, there are 8,000 elite soldiers stationed. There were only a thousand people who surrounded Ye Fan just now. Now, reinforcements have finally arrived.

Thousands of new soldiers rushed to Ye Fan one after another, tirelessly and fearless of death.

At the same time, the young master of Sabah, who fled all the way in embarrassment, finally ran to the observation deck of the base, occupying the commanding heights, condescendingly looking at Ye Fan who was drowned by the crowd.

Master Sabah wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a vicious, ferocious, cruel and violent expression appeared on his face.

In his opinion, Ye Fan is brave, but he has limited manpower.

Eight thousand soldiers, even if they stand still and let them be chopped off, I am afraid it will take days and nights of work, and in the end they will be soft.

No matter how powerful Ye Fan is, there will eventually be a moment of fatigue. Once he shows his timidity, he will be beaten to death in minutes.

Ye Fan, who was on the battlefield, also realized this.

When he killed more than ten enemies with the Thunder Tribulation Sword, more enemies would pounce on him.

However, he didn't have any embarrassment. Instead, he withdrew the Thunder Tribulation Sword. Immediately, two pure white flames floated deep in his pupils, revealing a sacred and mighty breath.

"Supernatural power-the pupil of Burning Heaven!"

Ye Fan shouted, and the flames in his eyes soared instantly, turning into a fire that burned the sky and the world, gushing out.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Two pillars of pure white fire, as thick as pillars, rose up against the wind, and shrouded the dozens of soldiers nearby.

Those soldiers had no time to dodge, and were immediately wrapped in flames. The skin, bones, meridians, internal organs, and even every cell were burned through and turned into fly ash.

Even more terrifying is that after the fire burned them, it did not stop, but spread in all directions and intensified.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

What's more, this is the most extraordinary Nanming Lihuo in the world!

The speed of spread is beyond everyone's expectations, just like the flames of divine punishment, destroying the world.

Within a few breaths, nearly a thousand people suffered, were swallowed by the fire, and could not even make a scream.

At this rate, it was only a matter of minutes to wipe out 8,000 people.

...

Seeing this tragic sight, the farther soldier was dumbfounded and dumbfounded, and immediately stopped the pace of the charge, as if he had been subjected to a fixation technique, his legs were soft, and he couldn't take a step.

These Siamese fighters have also seen some martial arts masters and boxing masters, but where have they seen such terrifying supernatural powers?

The fire continued to spread, the huge military base looked like a volcano about to erupt, and the air was burnt and twisted.

"Devil! This is the devil!"

"We humans, it is impossible to defeat the devil!"

"Ahhhhh... everyone, run away!"

The screams resounded through the audience.

The psychological defense of many Siamese fighters was completely defeated, and they could no longer muster the courage to fight, and turned and fled in the opposite direction.

Under normal circumstances, when encountering such deserters, the commander will immediately execute the military law and kill the deserters.

But now, there are too many deserters!

Including officials at all levels, almost everyone is fleeing in embarrassment, wanting to escape under this extinguishing fire.

However, the spread speed of Nanming Lihuo was much faster than the escape speed of most of them.

Many people were engulfed by the flames and wiped out without taking a few steps.

Ye Fan still stood in place, with his head high and his chest high, and between his gestures, he revealed the boldness of sweeping nine days and shocking the world.

One person can break a thousand troops!