Chapter 921: Slap on the face!

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"Huh!"
The mysterious yellow gods whip shot out, and pulled out a refined Changhong in the air, chasing the wind and electricity, and swept away at the eight silver armor guards with a force of destruction.
Under Ye Fan's urging, a full eighty-four runes were put on the whip, the light was brilliant, and all kinds of tadpole writings floated out, mysterious and extraordinary.
It was as if the gods and Buddhas above the nine heavens and Shura below the Nine Nethers could not resist this whip.
These silver armor guards are the elite of the elite, with rich experience in actual combat, and a keen awareness of "the autumn wind has not moved."
In an instant, they felt an unprecedented threat of death, their hairs erected, and the biting coldness spread all over their bodies, and their souls trembled and horrified.
They never expected that Ye Fan, who looked inconspicuous, would be so powerful when he made a move.
"Huh!"
At the moment, several people bit the tip of their tongues, forced themselves to recover with a violent drink, and quickly blocked their swords, trying to protect their vital parts.
The next moment, hit the whip abruptly on the sword.
"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!!!"
The eight sharp swords shattered at the sound.
Until the long whip was cast away, the sound of the eight people's armor was slammed, making a harsh whip sound.
An unstoppable energy surging out like a volcanic eruption is unstoppable.
The eight silver armor guards were unable to resist, as if they were hit by a dashing giant mammoth, and flew tens of meters upside down before they fell heavily to the ground. They didn't even scream and fainted in front of them.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang's pupils contracted fiercely. Although forced to calm down, the twitching muscles at the corners of his eyes and the blue veins on his forehead still "betrayed" the monstrous waves in his heart.
As for the strength of Yin Kaiwei, Zhang Yang naturally couldn't be more clear.
Pick out one at random, and fight it alone, and you can defeat several powerful players of the same level.
With these eight people working together, even in the face of a hundred enemies, they are not afraid, and they can rush back and forth several times.
Just now, the eight-armed Arhat with realm strength was directly killed by them.
Who knows that now, he was also killed by a spike, but the target had become these eight silver armor guards.
If those warriors were present before, I'm afraid they would be shocked.
On the other side, even though Ye Fan was calm on the surface, he was equally surprised.
You know, he didn't use his internal energy much before, and with a whip at will, he was able to cut through several powerful Profound Realm experts.
But to deal with Yin Kaiwei's whip, he had injected a lot of internal energy, but it only caused these Yin Kaiwei to faint.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan wanted to understand the reason, it should be the mithril armor they wore, which dissolved most of the power.
It can be seen that this mithril armor is really a rare treasure, if it is put in an auction, it will definitely be sold at a sky-high price.
However, this Mithril armor was labelled as Zhang Family, no matter how coveted by other strong men, they would not dare to buy it blatantly, as it would only bring disaster for themselves.
...
At this moment, Zhang Yang stared at Ye Fan, angering the sky.
And Ye Fan glanced at him.
"Stab!"
"Stab!"
The eyes of the two were intertwined in the air, invisible electric sparks flickering, and the air seemed to be filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.
As the so-called hero cherish the hero!
As the second son of the Zhang family, Zhang Yang can be regarded as the proud son of heaven. In terms of qualifications, bones, physique, and understanding, he is not inferior to the descendants of the hidden Sejong Sect.
Because of this, he has always been above the top, and he is not interested in ordinary warriors.
Only a well-matched and evenly matched opponent can urge him to fight.
And now, he was obviously interested in Ye Fan, and he said, "Boy, I didn't expect you to have such strength, but Ben Shao looked down on you!"
"what?!"
Suddenly, the eyes of the old man next to him brightened, and he looked back and forth at the magic whip in Ye Fan's hand, his eyes, as if he was admiring the naked beauty.
"Elder, what's the matter?" Zhang Yang asked.
Hearing this name, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly this old man would be the elder of the Zhang family.
Back in Diancang Mountain, Ye Fan not only killed the Zhang family's arrogance, but also severely injured a Zhang family elder, and finally let him return to Zhang's family to report.
However, the great elder in front of him is much stronger than that elder.
Now Ye Fan's strength has skyrocketed much more than before, and he can still feel strong pressure.
Obviously, this great elder is a heavenly powerhouse!
"Young Master, if the old man is right, the magic weapon in this hand should be the treasure of the town school of the Maoshan School-the magic whip!" the elder said in a deep voice.
"Oh...really? According to that, this kid is from the Maoshan school?"
As he said, he shook his head arrogantly, looked disappointed, and muttered to himself: "I thought I ran into an equal opponent and played it for a long time. It was just for the benefit of magic weapons. What a disappointment!"
Obviously, he believed that Ye Fan was able to defeat the eight silver armor guards by playing the magic whip.
The next moment, Zhang Yang held his head high, looked at Ye Fan condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Boy, don't do fearless struggles, give the whip to the gods, and then apologize, and leave a whole body!"
Between the lines, the words are full of overbearing meaning, giving no possibility of resistance.
However, Ye Fan still stood proudly, his expression indifferent, he didn't even look at Zhang Yang, stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, and said lightly: "Where are the flies, buzzing in my ears..."
Zhang Yang was stunned when he heard the words, and after a few seconds, he realized that Ye Fan actually compared him to a fly.
In his capacity, he is a guest no matter where he goes, and has he ever suffered such an insult?
"boom!"
A raging fire suddenly hit his chest, as if to burn all the blood.
Zhang Yang's eyes were red, his hair was erected, and he said viciously: "Boy, you are looking for a dead end!!!"
"Having a dead end?!"
Ye Fan repeated it again, his aura suddenly skyrocketed. He looked over the world and looked down upon the heroes, and burst into a heroic laugh:
"Ahahaha...the world is out of my generation! The sky is big, who can give me a death?"
...
Ye Fan's voice contained his unparalleled martial arts will, like a nine-day thunder, and the entire Yunwu Mountain seemed to be shaken by it.
"What a big tone! Boy, since you are looking for death, this young master will fulfill you!"
As soon as the voice fell, the public figure skyrocketed, as if shrinking into an inch, he appeared in front of Ye Fan in an instant. This was obviously the brightest body technique.
Although his martial art realm is only at the peak of the profound realm, as the young master of the Zhang family, he has been tempered by the treasures of heaven and earth since he was a child, and his physical strength is comparable to that of a strong realm.
Coupled with all kinds of magical powers and magic methods, even if a strong situation encounters him, he will suffer a big loss or even lose if he is not careful.
At this moment, under Zhang Yang's anger, without any mercy, his right fist slammed out, exhaling like an arrow and shouting:
"Prison King Fist!"
The majestic, destructive fist force was like three mountains and five sacred mountains falling from the sky, pressing towards Ye Fan abruptly.
Prison King Boxing is one of the most mysterious exercises of the Zhang family, and only direct disciples are qualified to practice.
Its essence lies in the word "town"!
With a punch, carrying the domineering aura of crushing everything, it can tear the blue sky and shatter the earth. If such supernatural powers are put on the battlefield, they will be an enemy of ten thousand people.
Rumor has it that when you reach the realm of Dacheng, you can even suppress thousands of ghosts in the eighteenth hell, instantly turning them into powder and disappearing.
Zhang Yang is confident that with his own punch, he can easily kill Ye Fan, and he can't find any bones.
His fist force has completely enveloped Ye Fan's energy, making him invisible.
At the moment of the moment, not only was Ye Fan not afraid, he also had a playful smile in his eyes, like a scheming hunter, finally waiting for his prey to be hooked.
The next moment, Ye Fan shook his wrist, running ten percent of his internal energy into the magic whip.
"Wow!"
In an instant, the whip shot out.
fast!
Too fast!
It has been very fast before, but compared to now, it is like the difference between Santana and Ferrari, which is completely different.
Zhang Yang's pupils shrank sharply into a needle-like shape. He never expected Ye Fan to hide his strength all the time. He was obviously pretending to be a pig and a tiger.
But now he is using the Prison King's Fist, the new force is not born, the old force is old, and there is no time to defend, so he can only watch the magic whip getting closer.
Finally, the spell on the whip flew out, making the publicity of the fist instantly disappear, and then slammed his face fiercely.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Two piercing sounds suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, on Zhang Yang's cheek, two crossed welts appeared, running through the entire face.
It's like someone drew a big cross on his face with a red marker, which is particularly eye-catching.
Really—slap on the face!