“Now you are in the hands of this Sword Immortal. Whether you are expensive or not is not up to you!”
Jiujianxian sneered.
Then, a strong spiritual power, as if it were substance, pressed hard towards Ye Fan with overwhelming force.
Ye Fan’s expression suddenly changed, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit hard.
The body’s knees suddenly bent.
But even so, Ye Fan still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Don’t kneel to your death!
“Although this Sword Immortal has been dead for nearly a thousand years.”
“But the spiritual power involved is not something ordinary people like you can resist.”
“You’re just asking for trouble like this.”
The phantom said lightly, then waved its long sleeves, and pressed down again with an even more violent force.
Bang!
This time, Ye Fan could no longer hold on.
The whole person knelt down instantly!
It was like a million tons of mountains pressing down on him, making Ye Fan unable to move.
“Hahaha…”
“Junior, how are you?”
“I can’t cure your Yunyang ancestor, so I can’t cure you?”
Jian Boyou laughed loudly, and Lang Lang’s laughter echoed throughout the Jianxian Palace.
Duanmu Wan’er looked on with a smile and did not show any worried expression.
Because, she could see that the master of Sword Immortal Palace in front of her had no ill intentions towards Mark, he was just teasing him, and even showed some appreciation.
It was precisely because Duanmu Wan’er saw this that she didn’t stop anything.
Instead, he was still watching the excitement.
Moreover, it was quite fun to see Ye Fan deflated for the first time.
“Jian Boyou, you old bastard!”