Chapter 137: One enemy three

"Sure enough, it was a hero who was born in a young age. Since you asked for such a request, we should have done it!" An embarrassing expression flashed across Gong Ye Liang's face, and he agreed directly for both Ye Xuan Gong. Although it was a shame to win this way, at least Can win is not.
Ye Fan nodded slightly, and the eight-fold elemental strength of the return to the elementary realm had burst out from his dantian, and its mellowness was no less than the nine-fold strong.
"Since I'm looking for death, I can't blame anyone!" Ye Yantai, as the only female classmate among them, took the lead, flipped her palm, and a sky-covering palm print fell. It was the famous martial artist of the Ye family.
Under the use of the power of pure yuan, the power of the great Qianye hand was swept away, and everything seemed extremely small under the palm of the sky.
"Tianwei upright, not bad!" Ye Fan raised his head, already feeling the hidden heavenly power carried by Da Qianye's hand. This is the highest profound meaning of Da Qianye's hand, indicating that Ye Yantai's skill has been cultivated.
"In that case, you still don't bow your head!" Ye Yan shouted too loudly, confident of her martial arts.
Ye Fan didn't speak, but smiled contemptuously, with his hands folded into his palms, pressing down.
"Boom!" The clouds above trembled, Da Qianye's hand made a loud noise, Tianwei was shaken away, and Ye Yantai's body also shook in response.
"This..." Looking up, a larger palm print has appeared in the sky, just like that, pressing on the top of Ye Yan's martial arts.
"It seems that one is not enough!" Ye Fan seemed to mutter to himself, his palm changed again, and finally he slowly pressed down.
"Boom!" The second palm print followed, pressing Ye Yan too hard, then took a step back, his face flushed, and a look of caution appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.
Ye Fan's battle with her is in this palm print, and a battle of martial skills can make the two of them stand apart.
"Pure Yuan power, give it to me!" Ye Yan yelled too violently, and a burst of white light shot out from his hand, blending into the palm print.
In an instant, the big Qianye hand suddenly stretched for a few minutes, resisting the pressure under Ye Fanbu above, Tianwei reappeared, back pressure on Ye Fan.
"The power of pure yuan is really powerful, but..." Ye Fan saw this scene in his eyes, but he didn't mean the slightest nervousness. The palm of his hand changed rapidly, and every change was a process of using the great Qianye hand.
"Boom boom boom!" Ye Fan's palm pressed down again and again, and several sky-covering palm prints descended from the sky, pressing towards the lowermost big Qianye hand.
"Three Ways..."
"Four Ways..."
"Five Ways..."
Every time a palm print fell, Ye Yantai would take a step back. When the eighth palm print arrived, the big Qianye hand at the bottom finally burst open, and Ye Yantai also vomited blood and flew out, looking at Ye Fan's gaze. Only a deep horror was left in it.
It was originally impossible to fight against the power of pure yuan with elemental power, but the person in front of him did it. Ye Fan used eight elements of the great Qianye hand to forcibly overwhelm the great Qianye hand given by the power of Guiyuan. This is really abnormal.
"Eight martial arts, how did you use it..." Ye Yan couldn't help but ask. She has already reached the guard level, but it is difficult to use two great Chiba hands at the same time. After all, this is in the middle stage of the Profound Stage. Martial arts.
Ye Fan did not answer Ye Yantai’s question. The spiritual power is a hundred times that of ordinary people. This is his biggest secret, and it is also the basis for using powerful martial arts. If only the martial arts of the middle stage of the mysterious stage are used, if the original strength is enough Next, there are more than eight.
"Puff!" After Ye Yan was too defeated and retreated, the eight great Qianye hands in the sky also dissipated, fighting for strength with a strong guard, Ye Fan didn't lose the wind at all, fighting for the flesh, let alone.
"Although Yuanli is not high-level, it can also win more and less. In addition to focusing on strength, competition is more technical!" After regaining power, Ye Fan finally spoke, answering his previous doubts by Ye Yantai.
It is really rare for a junior under twenty to preach to an elder who is nearly two hundred years old.
However, in terms of actual combat experience, Ye Fan is indeed much more than these pampered Supreme Elders.
"This old man agrees very much, so you can die for me..." Ye Lianggong's words followed, like a magic sound, which was filled with endless hatred and violence.
When the words appeared, a sharp white light had appeared a few meters behind Ye Fan, and it would penetrate the back of Ye Fan's head in the next moment.
"Heaven and earth!" The moment Ye Fan's words appeared, the white light had penetrated his head, but it just passed by, as if hitting the air.
"What? This is impossible..." Ye Lianggong was stunned. This was a deliberate blow he had deliberately made. At the moment when Ye Fan and Ye Yantai were fighting, he had already planned it, but in the end it failed.
"Skills are different from conspiracies, and the conspiracy often ends with its own fruit!" Ye Fan's faint voice came from behind Ye Lianggong.
"Not good!" Ye Lianggong flashed to the side when he heard the first word, but his speed was so much faster than Ye Fan, a blood hole still appeared on his left shoulder, and he was covered by a strong sharp light. The hole is the sword in the sleeve.
"You...do you dare to attack!" Ye Lianggong suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Fan behind him. His cheeks had been penetrated by cold sweat. The attack site that Ye Fan had just set was not the shoulders, but the heart. Once hit, Certainly death.
"What? Do you have to distinguish between old and inferior in a sneak attack?" Ye Fan said with sneer on his face.
After hearing this, Ye Lianggong's face sank, and he rushed to Ye Fan frantically, and once again shot a burst of force in his hand.
"Look at how you hide this time!" The force of the fingers has been condensed in the hands of Master Ye Liang, and it was completely shot out until he came to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't have any evasive action at all, but at the moment the finger force shot, a shield was summoned in his hand.
"Puff!" The moment Ten Thousand Demon Shield appeared, he absorbed that finger force, effortlessly.
"You..." Seeing this scene, Lord Ye Liang was taken aback, and quickly retreated. He had suffered under this Ten Thousand Demon Shield at the beginning, so naturally he dared not touch it any more at this moment.
"Swipe!" A finger force shot out almost the next moment, directly piercing the other shoulder of Gong Ye Liang.
"Ah..." This Tiandi Yizhi was released by Lord Ye Liang himself, and his power was so extraordinary that he cried out in pain.
"You... are you playing with us?" Looking at Ye Fan, who was always smiling, Ye Lianggong finally understood what he felt, and suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart.
Ye Fan's smile slowly receded at this moment, and his expressionless face said, "It's almost time to warm up, so let's send you on the road first!"
After speaking, Ye Fan slowly raised his arm, stretched out his five fingers, and swiped towards Ye Lianggong.