Chapter 797: Not even scratching!

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"Boom!"
Ye Fan stepped on the prestige, as if an overlord came to the world.
The ground rock fragments splashed, and cobweb-like cracks were cracked, and the momentum was amazing.
Immediately afterwards, his body also burst out with a powerful aura, contending with Wu Qingcang.
"Cracking!"
In the air, there was a sonic boom, and invisible ripples spread in all directions.
Wu Qingcang's coercion is like a raging wind and waves that will tear Ye Fan to pieces.
However, Ye Fan seemed to be transformed into a giant pillar, letting you raging, I stood proudly and stood still.
This invisible contest lasted for several minutes, and the two sides still fought equally and it was difficult to distinguish the outcome.
Finally, Wu Qingcang reduced his momentum, raised his eyebrows, and said loudly:
"Boy, I heard that you defeated the sword star before, and the old man still didn't believe it! Now when I saw it, it was really extraordinary, and I really responded to that sentence-a hero is a boy!"
"Huh... Patriarch Wu, did you come to me to flatter me?" Ye Fan joked.
Hearing this, Wu Qingcang was stunned for a moment, then a raging flame burned in his eyes, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and he was furious.
He never expected that under his own coercion, Ye Fan not only was not afraid, but also dared to continue to provoke unscrupulously!
When many Wu family guards saw this, they were also furious and shouted:
"Presumptuous! Brat, how dare you be disrespectful to the owner, he is looking for death!"
"The glory of the Wu family absolutely cannot tolerate the slightest violation!"
"Smelly boy, the Patriarch is a real martial arts giant, sitting in the south of the Yangtze River, with thousands of people bowing their heads! Wouldn't you hurry up and get caught?"
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For a time, the atmosphere in the arena was tense and tense.
Hundreds of Wu family members stared at Ye Fan staringly, with a vicious light blooming in their eyes, wishing to swallow him alive.
At this time, Wu Qingcang's face was gloomy, and his voice sounded like thunder:
"Boy, hand over the divine sword that provokes the thunder, and the old man can leave you a corpse! Otherwise, you will be wiped out, and you will never be born again!"
His tone was domineering and extremely tough, as if Ye Fan would cast a thunderous blow as long as he said "no".
But this clamor did not scare Ye Fan at all.
"Ha ha……"
Ye Fan smiled slightly and said confidently: "Patriarch Wu, don't you think it is weird? If I don't have any support, how can I use my tricks and be deliberately "lied" to come here?"
Hearing this, Wu Qingcang "cocked" in his heart, his whole body tensed and he was extremely vigilant.
At this time, the butler Wu hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear.
Immediately afterwards, his face showed relief again, and he said loudly: "Boy, is your support, is it that jade pendant? That jade pendant can stop bullets, but it can't stop the old man's attack!"
Ye Fan heard this, knowing that he had misunderstood, but did not explain, and said:
"Xia Chong can't talk about ice, and well frogs can't talk about the sea! From your perspective, you can't guess my strength at all. It's useless to say more, come and die!"
Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, calm, as if to explain some facts, and he had regarded Wu Qingcang as a corpse.
"Vertical arrogant!"
Wu Qingcang let out a loud roar, his chest undulating, as if raging anger was raging in it.
With his identity as a Jiangnan martial arts giant, has he ever been lightly insulted by young juniors?
The intense anger made his eyes red, like a tiger, about to go down the mountain and kill the world.
However, opposite him, Ye Fan still stood on the spot, standing with his hands behind him, with a mysterious smile on his mouth, without any intention of dodge or defense.
Seeing Ye Fan being so big, Wu Qingcang was rather suspicious, and asked subconsciously:
"Boy, don't you use that magic sword?!"
Ye Fan heard the words, his eyes shot at the cold star, his spine straight, like a spear that pierced the blue sky, exploded with an aura of looking down at the world and disregarding the heroes, his voice cut through Qiongxiao, as if coming from above nine heavens:
"You don't deserve to let me draw the sword!"
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"boom!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a blockbuster hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, and causing an uproar in the court.
In the eyes of everyone in the Wu family, no matter how extraordinary Ye Fan was, he was just a kid with no fur.
If it were not for the mystery of Lei Jiejian, in the battle yesterday, it was absolutely impossible to defeat Wu Jianxing.
But now, Ye Fan abandoned his sword, abandoning his greatest advantage, and didn't pay attention to Wu Qingcang at all.
"Ho ho ho!!!"
Wu Qingcang let out a roar, no longer able to suppress the roar in his heart, his burly body shot towards Ye Fan's face like a cannonball.
In his anger, Wu Qingcang didn't keep his hands at all, and the energy in his dantian surged out.
There is no doubt about the strength of the strongest person in the terrain.
The impact of this collision, carrying the power of destruction, can almost blast a hill out of the hole.
Seeing this scene, Wu's family in the distance was very uplifted, and his face was full of ecstasy.
"Patriarch is superb, the huge Jiangnan, I am afraid there is no enemy of his one!"
"Huh... this kid is just a fancy way to die! He dares to provoke the Patriarch, now he is absolutely smashed into flesh, and there is no bones left!"
"With the strength of the Patriarch, and then get the divine sword that can provoke the thunder, it won't be long before our Wu family can dominate the entire East China!"
For a time, the public opinion on the floor was sideways, and no one was optimistic about Ye Fan.
And Wu Qingcang's offensive that was enough to destroy the mountains and the mountains finally came to Ye Fan.
Upon seeing this, Ye Fan didn't change his face, his tongue was spring thunder said:
"Golden Light Armor!"
As soon as the voice fell, his body was radiant, and a layer of solid golden armor covered all parts of his body.
The golden light is shining, and the mighty waves.
Ye Fan, wearing a golden armor, is like a god, dazzling and dazzling.
All of this happened between lightning and fire.
Wu Qingcang didn't even have time to react, so he ran into this golden light armor.
Mars hit the earth!
"boom!"
A loud noise pierced through the clouds and cracked rocks suddenly sounded, and the air was torn apart, and there were clearly visible ripples.
Wu Qingcang, who was still like a rainbow just now, was like hitting an impenetrable wall. Instead of being able to break through, he was shocked to retreat for more than ten steps before he could barely stand still and would not fall out of his face.
On the other hand, Ye Fan still stood still, rooting under his feet, motionless.
Upon seeing this, Wu Qingcang's face was uncertain, and he shouted inconceivably:
"Even if you are a Grandmaster who has practiced hard qigong for decades, it is impossible to have such a strong defense! Boy, what supernatural powers have you practiced?!"
When Ye Fan heard the words, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sketched a mysterious smile, disdainfully said:
"Patriarch Wu, this is your strongest blow? Ha ha... In my eyes, it's not even a tickle!"
"you!!!"
Wu Qingcang was so angry that he couldn't even speak.
He couldn't imagine that Ye Fan was not provoking at all, but seeking truth from facts.
In addition to the Golden Light Armor, Ye Fan also possesses the power of basalt and the sky overlord body. Even if he stands here and lets him fight, there will be no damage in three days and nights.
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Suddenly, Wu Qingcang's eyes flashed a fierce expression, gritted his teeth and said:
"Boy, you have successfully angered me! The real battle has just begun. Go to death for me!"
"The power of withered glory reverses yin and yang, reverses the universe!"
With that, a strange change occurred in Wu Qingcang's body.
On the left side of his face, the skin became smooth and elastic, and even the crow's feet around his eyes disappeared, like a newborn baby.
On the opposite side, the right half of the face is rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, all with folds and wrinkles, and the skin is rough and rough, just like an elderly person.
His hair also uses the midline of his face as the dividing line, one side is black and beautiful, the other side is pale and withered.
"Rotten" and "Vitality", these two opposing forces, perfectly merged in him.
And his breath is several times stronger than before.
The next moment, Wu Qingcang didn't hesitate, and turned into a black shadow to rush towards Ye Fan.
"laugh!"
His big hand actually tore the protection of the golden light armor abruptly and slapped Ye Fan's chest with a palm.
The breath of silence, like the Yangtze River bursting its dyke, continuously poured into Ye Fan's body.