After ten breaths, Yang Fan was in a state of ease, and the eight guards could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

"How is this possible!!"

The guards are not fools. They can play themselves and others like monkeys without even using magic power. They are definitely not ordinary people.

Whoosh ~~

In the night sky, a green shadow flowing from the dust fell to the mansion.

"What's going on here?"

A clear and beautiful voice came, but it was accompanied by a terrifying spiritual power.

Plop...

The eight guards could not bear the power at this level and fell to the ground together.

When they saw the noble and beautiful woman in the green feathered long skirt in front of the mansion, they were immediately frightened and pale.

"Qingyu***!!"

"Meet Qingyu***!!"

"Sir, please spare me!"

The guards immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Only Yang Fan, who stood aside like a void, was not affected by this spiritual power.

"Sir ***, this is what it is. This person comes from nowhere. He holds a token and claims to be Hu ***'s old friend. Let me report it."

One of the guards said.

"Old friend?" Qingyu's expression moved and looked at Yang Fan carefully, but he felt that this person was not simple, but he could not see the depth.

"Take the token and show it to me." Qingyu ordered.

"Yes." The guard handed over the tip of the small half of the sword.

Qingyu took the object and frowned.

At first, she thought it was just a mortal, but when she penetrated her spiritual sense, she suddenly felt a terrible sword intent that would never stop until death, invading her soul level.

She couldn't help but groaned and quickly withdrew her spiritual sense, shocked and unsure.

"It seems that you are the friend Hu Fei*** mentioned, please follow me."

Qingyu handed the small half of the sword tip and took Yang Fan into the mansion.

The mansion was very big, and Qingyu deliberately did not fly. He looked at Yang Fan curiously, but no matter what, he could not see through this person.

"Little woman, the Demon Dragon Emperor, Qingyu, dare you ask for your honorable name?"

Qingyu said with a smile.

"I'm in the next chapter of Yang, let's talk to you when I see my old friend."

Yang Fan said lightly.

Qingyu's bright eyes flashed and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

Smack~~

The air shook, and Yang Fan seemed to have eyes swelled behind him. He bowed back and just in time to fight with Qingyu's palm.

Qingyu felt a powerful magic power burst out, his body was like a feather, and was shrunk dozens of feet away, with a look of horror.

At this time, Yang Fan's aura also showed his foot.

"You...you are human..."

Qingyu's expression changed drastically.

"So what about humans?" Yang Fan smiled indifferently.

He also thought to himself that this woman was powerful, and her speed was comparable to that of the Thunder King, and her attack was even more mysterious and elegant. It seemed that she was a demon cultivator at the level of a divine beast.

"I see how strong you are."

Qingyu suddenly raised his jade hand, and a blue wind ball condensed from his palm. The center suddenly rotated, as bright as a sharp blade, and a faint blue flame could be seen at the core.

Yang Fan was slightly surprised and felt a threat, which was obvious.

"Let you see my 'Qingxu Tianbofeng'..."

Pub--

The green wind ball turned into a ripples of emptiness, and countless sharp blades flowed in it, as if cutting the void. Wherever it passed, everything turned into powder.

"stop--"

A shocking shout came from somewhere in the mansion, and a young man with short hair rushed towards him.

However, it was too late for him to stop him, and Yang Fan was already overwhelmed by the ripples of nothingness and silence.

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Chapter completed!