Chapter 618 Really grabbing?
"The middle stage of refining gods!"
All the Ouyang clansmen looked at the young man on the deck in horror. He had a handsome face, a green shirt fluttering with the wind, and a sharp sword in his hand, with strands of air sweeping across the blade, like a sword fairy.
"This..." Ouyang Zixi couldn't believe it. The ordinary Jindan boy was hiding so deeply. No wonder Lao Huangya was so calm. It turned out that this boy was a strong man in the middle stage of refining the gods. By.
Ouyang Zitian also shook his head slightly, and immediately realized that he looked at Lao Huangya with a little awe, thinking that Lao Huangya was also a hidden expert.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, old man, I'm a genuine Nascent Soul Stage, this kid is the existence against the sky, and I'm not his master." Old Huang Ya saw what Ouyang Zitian was thinking at a glance, and immediately shook his head and laughed.
"What? But..." Ouyang Zitian's expression changed again when he heard the words, and he only swallowed half of what he said.
In fact, he wanted to say, there are three strong men in the mid-stage of refining the gods on the Mohist warship. With this young leader alone, how can he fight?
But he did not ask after all, he knew that he was not qualified to ask such a question, because the remaining dozens of lives of their Ouyang clan were all in the hands of Lao Huangya and Chen Fan.
It's just that other members of the Ouyang clan have all the splendor on their faces, replaced by faces full of sadness and despair.
Chen Fan is in the mid-stage of **** refining, which really caught everyone's mind, but the disparity in strength is too great. How can a young mid-stage **** of refining, how can he fight against three sea powerhouses in the mid-stage of refining gods?
After all, I still can't escape death! All the members of the Ouyang clan shook their heads and sighed, and they didn't care about counterattacking the Mo clan's warships, they just gathered their true energy to protect the magic circle outside them.
The Mo clan warships in the distance of the giant boat also suddenly stopped attacking the ship, and they approached quickly by riding the wind and waves. Three strong men in the middle stage of refining gods stood at the bow with their hands behind their backs, and stared coldly at Chen Fan.
One of the men with a scarred face showed a bloodthirsty smile, laughed, and said coldly: "Interesting, the Ouyang family still hides such a strong young man, why hasn't it been discovered before?"
"Hehe, it's a pity that there is only one person, and so young..." The old woman who was also in the mid-stage of refining the gods next to her said with a sinister smile, her scalp tingling wherever she looked.
The Ouyang people on the huge boat trembled with fear and trembled slightly. These murderers are all experienced murderers, and their cold and evil aura has penetrated into their bones. Just a smile or a look in their eyes is enough to scare people's courage.
"You guys better go, let's hold these people back!" Ouyang Zixi suddenly pursed his lips, and said to Lao Huangya.
"If we hadn't invited you to board the boat before, maybe you wouldn't have met them either. Let's go, all of this is determined." She clenched her fists slightly, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, her clan members were all dead, There were no bones left of her parents either, and now she didn't want the old and the young to die here.
Lao Huangya sat down very leisurely, with his legs crossed, as if he was ready to watch a show, and he said: "Don't worry, there is nothing to worry about in the middle stage of three gods, besides, we also took a fancy to that warship."
As soon as these words came out, the jaws of dozens of Ouyang people almost dropped, and they stared at Lao Huangya with wide eyes like a madman.
Many people showed strange eyes, wondering if this old man is crazy? What he was facing now were three mid-stage masters whose hands were stained with countless lives. How could he have the confidence to speak in such a leisurely manner?
Ouyang Zixi also sighed slightly, and stopped trying to persuade her.
At this moment, Chen Fan on the deck has completely shed his transformation body, fully restored his real body strength, and has replaced his hand with a white bone sword, trembling slightly.
He looked calm, staring at the three strong men on the Mo warship, and shot directly without saying a word.
The sound of piercing the sky sounded, Chen Fan flickered, suddenly blurred, and the afterimage swept towards the warship.
"Hey, you young and ignorant junior." The three mid-stage masters sneered suddenly.
The man with the scarred face waved his robe, and the runes on the battleship under his feet instantly glowed, and a blazing glow rose. With him as the center, a majestic formula of true essence was condensed, like a new moon, suddenly swept into the air Chen Fan.
He launched a powerful blow, never underestimated the enemy, but also tested Chen Fan's reality.
However, Chen Fan never flinched. Facing the crescent moon-like white and sharp tactic, he looked indifferent, raised his sharp sword in front of him and slashed down.
boom!
The entire white and jade-like sharpness formula shattered in an instant, and even Chen Fan's forward speed was not hindered at all.
In an instant, the faces of the three mid-stage masters sank slightly, with a trace of dignity attached.
After the three of them looked at each other, they jumped up into the air in a tacit understanding, and attacked at the same time. They saw that Chen Fan's attacking force was powerful, and they didn't want the warship to be destroyed, so they joined hands to set the battle in midair.
Pass!
Amidst a muffled sound, Chen Fan stepped on the void, calmly stabilized his figure, and did not go any further. He aimed to capture the warship, not destroy it.
"Junior, the strength is pretty good, but it's a pity that we came to the wrong place. Our Qianmo Villa will either not rob it, or we will kill the weeds once we rob it." The man with the scar face sneered, slightly licked his lips with his tongue, and looked intently at Chen Fan.
"I'm not from the Ouyang clan." Chen Fan's face was calm, and he pointed his sword at the Mo clan warship in the sea area below, and said lightly: "But, I like your ship."
After the voice fell, the whole atmosphere froze, and immediately the Mo tribe people on the Mo tribe warship below suddenly boiled.
"Did I hear you right, this kid said he wanted to **** the warship from our Qianmo Villa?"
"What kind of thing is he? What about the mid-stage of refining gods? Can he beat our three captains?"
"It's only the Qianmo Villa that robs others. Others are not qualified to rob others in front of us. Three captains, cut this person into pieces." The ship wanted to gather the rune power to bomb Chenfan.
On the huge boat of the Ouyang clan, dozens of monks were also stunned, looking at Lao Huangya and Chen Fan with increasingly weird eyes, someone murmured: "This old man and the young man are not insane. Are you confused? They really want to rob the boat, and the one who robs is from Qianmo Villa."
"It's a pity that boy, who has achieved success in cultivation at a young age, but lacks mentality, has embarked on a road of no return." Someone sighed, looking at Lao Huangya intentionally or unintentionally, thinking that he had harmed Chen Fan.
Old Huangya almost exploded in anger, but he didn't care about it. He snorted coldly, took out a pot of tea from the storage ring, and drank it leisurely.
The people of the Ouyang tribe froze in place instantly, their expressions filled with astonishment.
On the other hand, above the clouds and sky, the three strong Mo people in the mid-stage of refining the gods also laughed dumbly, and the man with the scar face couldn't stand his ground laughing, squinting at Chen Fan, shaking his head and saying: "Which family are you?" Your child, how dare you come here to shame yourself?"
Chen Fan was expressionless, his mind was calm, he couldn't even see the slightest anger, he just looked at the three strong men in front of him calmly, and then, amidst the laughter, his figure quietly faded away on the spot Vague!
(end of this chapter)