Chapter 1028: Kill!

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These magical instruments all have hundreds of years of history, revealing a vast aura.
Looking at the shape and texture, it clearly originated from China, and 80% of it was plundered by the Japanese nation through the war that year.
The ivory wat board is mysterious and sacred, dazzling and extremely gorgeous.
White jade ruler, carved totem, supernatural power flowing, full of power.
Bronze bells sound like a hong bell, gods blooming, and light lingering.
The scarlet long knife, scorching the fire, and the heat wave raging to the sky.
In addition, there are Yuxiao, Bronze Furnace, Golden Sword, Fairy Lamp, Pearl, Lotus Terrace,...
Each magic weapon is made by these priests day and night with the essence and blood sacrifice, and it is also added with the supreme divine power of the great priest, possessing extremely terrifying power.
At this moment, ten magical weapons were blasted out, as if forming a formation, the entire sky trembled, and Ye Fan was forced to suppress it.
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh sonic boom.
"Boy, go to hell! This is how you offended Ise Jingu!" Shirakawa Ohno roared.
In their opinion, Ye Fan is holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword and attacking Wushuang with unstoppable sharpness, but it is impossible to shake up ten supreme magical weapons at the same time. Soon, he will be completely suppressed and even bombarded. Slag.
However, Ye Fan looked disdainful, looking at the magic weapon that swept toward him, and said lightly:
"Peerless Front, if it falls into the hands of the ants, it will not exert any power! To deal with you, I don't need to sacrifice a magic weapon, just use my bare hands!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a huge boulder hitting the calm water surface, causing a thousand waves of waves, causing an uproar in the arena.
mad!
It's crazy!
Shirakawa Ohno and other ten priests seemed to have received great insults, their eyes were splitting, and their chests fluctuated, as if there was raging anger in them.
At the next moment, Ye Fan actually abandoned his sword without using it, and raised his fist, preparing to shake the magic weapon with his bare hands.
"boom!"
The unparalleled determination revealed on the ten magical artifacts, like the vast sea, to submerge Ye Fan, compared with this terrifying power, Ye Fan appears so small.
"Many arm as a car, you can't do it yourself!" Shirakawa Ono sneered, looking at him as if looking at a cold corpse.
"This son is so big, don't you really put us in your eyes?" the other priest shouted angrily.
"I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick! These ten magical instruments, but contain the divine power of the great priest, he will undoubtedly die!"
...
At this moment, Ye Fan's eyes drenched, and his momentum rose steadily, climbing endlessly.
"boom!"
The virtual pill in the pubic field was operating frantically, and Pei Ran Mo Yu's internal energy was like the Yangtze River bursting into his right fist.
"Huh!"
The light above the fist is a masterpiece, bursting with dazzling light, just like recreating a red sun, making people blind and afraid to look directly.
Bathed in golden light, his fists tore through the night, no fancy, no skills at all, just hard shock.
A punch was blasted out, like a pushing the sun and the moon, running across the sky, suppressing mountains and rivers, changing the color of the wind and clouds, and frightening ghosts.
Between the lightning and the fire, Ye Fan's right fist slammed the nearest red long knife first.
"Stab!"
A clear cracking sound suddenly sounded.
In the blink of an eye, the red long knife was like paper paste, and it shattered in an instant, turning into dust, without leaving any fragments.
"Puff!"
Under the induction of the Qi machine, the owner of the Scarlet Longknife suddenly spewed a mouthful of red blood, his face turned pale, and he was obviously suffering from extremely serious internal injuries.
"not good!"
Seeing this scene, Shirakawa Ohno and the other priests' complexions changed drastically, their eyes widened, and they looked like a ghost.
Invisibly, it seemed that there was a high mountain pressing on their chests, almost suffocating, and a strong sense of crisis emerged spontaneously.
Ye Fan's punch is so perverted that it has simply subverted their worldview.
Before that, they couldn't imagine that there was someone in this world who could use a mortal body to force a magic weapon.
They didn't know that the Heavenly Overlord Body cultivated by Ye Fan, even in the world of cultivating immortals, was the top-notch body training technique. With Ye Fan's current physical strength, it was tougher and sharper than the top gods.
And the collapse of the scarlet sword is not the end, but the beginning.
The next moment, his body turned into a phantom, and his iron fists attacked one after another, destroying the mountains and shaking the mountains, suppressing everything.
"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!!!"
The deafening sounds of golden and iron crosses sounded like a violent storm.
Wat Ban, Law Ruler, Bell, Yuxiao, Bronze Stove, Golden Sword, Fairy Lamp, Pearl, Lotus Terrace...
One artifact after another, was beaten to pieces in a few breaths.
Ten will drop in one effort!
Under the suppression of absolute power, these magical artifacts are no different from plastic toys, and they can't resist Ye Fan's iron fist.
And those priests also spewed blood violently, limp to the ground, obviously losing the power to fight again.
After doing all this, Ye Fan was still calm and relaxed, and his clothes were never messy.
Under the shining of the moonlight, a misty and dusty breath floated from his body, like a peerless descending on the earth, and I am the only one in the sky and the earth.
Not to mention just ten artifacts, even one hundred, one thousand, or ten thousand can't hurt them.
The invincible scene just now was deeply imprinted in the souls of many priests in the arena.
In the dark, an emotion called "despair" climbed into their hearts like vines.
The faces of many priests were even more ugly than eating shit. Looking at Ye Fan's eyes, there were complex emotions, anger, hatred, and horror, but more of them were the fear deep in the bones.
"You...how could you be so strong? This is not a realm that humans can reach!" someone said tremblingly.
"It's not that I am too strong, but you are too weak!" Ye Fan's cold voice resounded through the audience.
If it were before, these priests would definitely be furious, furious, threatening to kill Ye Fan.
But now, they are trembling, holding their breath, not even dare to let go.
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Ye Fan's biting eyes cut out like a sharp blade, sweeping across their faces one by one.
Many priests bowed their heads, not daring to look at Ye Fan, like fish on the chopping board, they could only be slaughtered.
Only Shirakawa Ohye, still holding his head high, his eyes red, staring at Ye Fan, gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Beichen, even if you kill us, the great priest will avenge us!"
"a ha ha ha……"
Ye Fan heard this, as if he had heard some big joke, he let out a heroic laugh: "Absurd! I have been killed inside Ise Shrine, that big priest, like a tortoise, Hiding inside and dare not show up! Even if I kill you immediately, what can he do to me?"
With that, Ye Fan used to refer to the sword, slashing in the air.
If the inner strength is substantive, it turns into a refined Changhong and shoots out.
"Puff chick chick chick!"
The next moment, red blood lines appeared on the necks of