"You can live to this day only because you are too weak!"
Ye Nantian's tone was flat, as if he was explaining some facts, without any provocative meaning.
Hearing these words, the many masters of the witchcraft in the field were splitting their eyes, and they were extremely angry, as if there was monstrous anger in their chests.
humiliation!
This is the humiliation of the red alder fruit!
But they had to admit that although Ye Nantian's remarks were very faceless, they were telling the truth.
Back then, Ye Nantian came to Leigong Mountain in an invincible posture, killing the entire witchmen without a piece of armour, blood was flowing into a river, and those truly strong were all extinct, as for the weaker Xiaoyi, he could not enter Ye Nantian Dharma Eye, too lazy to wipe it out.
Eighteen years later, those young men have also grown into the backbone of the Wu Clan today, these people in the field.
Suddenly, someone pointed to Ye Nantian's nose and cursed:
"Ye Nantian, you now... have long been not the Chinese God of War with Megatron, or a disabled man with a broken arm!"
"That's right, a crippled person, dare to be arrogant at my witch gate, just looking for death!"
"We can kill you without Master Witch King's action!"
For a time, many Wumen masters were so excited that they could not wait to rush over immediately.
"Shut up to this king!"
Suddenly, the Witch King wearing a golden mask uttered a coercive shout, and then looked at Ye Nantian and said: "Since you have boarded Leigong Mountain, you naturally know the rules of my Witch Sect!"
"Of course!" Ye Nantian nodded, holding his head up and saying: "Among the witches, we respect the strong! I will fight you, I will fight you all!"
As soon as the voice fell, a breath of murder suddenly rose in the arena, the atmosphere became extremely depressed, and the temperature seemed to drop to the freezing point in an instant.
Life and death!
This is the rule of the witch sect. If Ye Nantian can beat all the strong players on the scene, he can make the whole witch sect bow his head and obey his demands.
But as long as he fails once, he will die Huangquan, and even the corpse will be taken by Wumen to raise Gu.
Suddenly, the Witch King turned to look at Ye Fan next to Ye Nantian, and said gloomily: "Ye Nantian, who is the kid next to you?"
"My son-Ye Fan!" Ye Nantian said loudly, with a hint of pride in his tone.
"The tiger father has no dogs, and the father and son soldiers! Since you brought your son, you must be very confident in his strength. It just so happens that there are a few young Toshihikos in the witch sect. Why don't you let them'discuss' first?"
The Witch King said maliciously, the eyes under the golden mask flashed a bit of cold light.
In the view of the Witch King, if Ye Fan was killed on the spot, it would definitely affect Ye Nantian's mood, causing him to lose his mind and appear flaws in the next battle of life and death.
Of course, these careful thoughts of the Witch King could not hide Ye Nantian.
Ye Nantian pondered for a moment, then suddenly let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha...Since the Witch King is kindly invited, then I have no reason to refuse, Xiao Fan, you are ready to play, don't keep your hands, and fight to death! "
"it is good!"
Ye Fan nodded, his face sinking like water, no waves in his heart, he even felt a little ridiculous.
With Ye Fan's current strength, in the huge witch gate, I am afraid that only the witch king can contend with him. As for the younger generation of masters, no matter how amazing they are, they are separated from him by an insurmountable gap. There is no difference between how many people come and die.
...
"Step! Step! Step!"
Ye Fan took a step forward and walked into the Witch Palace in a stride, his tall and straight body was like a sharp sword out of a sheath, with sharp edges.
"Ba Fei, you go!" The Witch King ordered.
"Yes, Master!"
A young man in his early twenties walked out of the crowd,
He has a burly figure and dark skin. His strong upper body is like a cleaver, his muscles are high and he is full of explosive power, and there is a white bone pendant hanging between his neck, which is gloomy.
"Hey!"
Ba Fei smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand to make a provocative action towards Ye Fan, and said arrogantly: "Boy, if you are unlucky enough to meet me, I will break your bones one by one, and use witchcraft to destroy you. The three souls and seven souls are extracted, and maybe a high-grade witchcraft can be refined!"
"The last one who clamored in front of me, the grave head grass is already one meter high! To defeat you, only one move!" Ye Fan said lightly, not paying attention to him at all.
"presumptuous!"
Ba Fei let out a roar. As a disciple of the Witch King, he was a leader among the younger generation of Witch Clan, and he naturally had his own pride.
"Fucky boy, go to hell!"
Ba Fei gritted his teeth and roared, the white bone pendant hanging between his neck suddenly flashed a glow of blood, all over his body, his body shape soared, his joints made a continuous crackling sound, his stature was forcibly pulled up to two meters, like an ancient tyrannosaurus. As he rushed towards Ye Fan, there were bursts of sonic booms in the surrounding air, which showed the fierce charging.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the Wu Sect masters who were watching the battle were cruel.
"Ba Fei used bloodthirsty tactics, and his combat power has doubled. That kid is dead!"
"I bet he will be torn apart by Ba Fei if he can't hold on for a minute!"
"It won't take that long at all, it's estimated that ten seconds will be enough!"
In the eyes of these wizards, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and there was no possibility of surviving.
...
"The light of rice grains, dare to compete with the sun and the moon?!"
Ye Fan let out a sneer, and raised his right palm at random, pressing towards the void in front of him.
At first glance, this palm has no power, even a fly can't be killed.
But in the next moment, everyone in the venue felt that the sky suddenly darkened, as if a solar eclipse had occurred, and the entire mountain top was shrouded in shadow.
"What's the matter? Did a solar eclipse happen?"
Everyone looked up, and there was an incredible scene in their eyes
Suddenly, a giant palm appeared above 100 meters above the sky, covering the sun and the moon and the blue sky.
Cover the sky with a palm!
"Gosh... what's going on?"
Those masters of the witch sect of the older generation changed their complexions, their scalp numb, and they looked like hell.
Even at a long distance, they can feel the horror in this palm, as if the mountain is pressing on the top, without giving people any chance to breathe.
Ba Fei, who was under the pressure, was even more horrified, a coolness deep in his bones pouring from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if to freeze his blood and soul together.
terror!
so horrible!
He never expected that Ye Fan would have such a terrifying supernatural power with a casual palm, as if he had cut off all his vitality.
"Boom!"
The giant palm descended from the sky at a speed as fast as thunder, making him too late to dodge.
In desperation, Ba Fei could only grit his teeth and raise his arms high, wanting to resist the attack.
"Crack!"
The giant palm smashed his arm first, then continued to press it down.
"boom!"
There was a deafening noise, and the surrounding dust was flying, the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking, like a small earthquake.
It took more than half a minute before the movement stopped.
Everyone in the field stretched their heads and looked around, but saw that Ba Fei was in a position where there was a huge sunken palm print, which was more than ten meters deep.
But in the palm prints, there was no figure of Ba Fei at all, only a puddle of dark red blood remained, indicating Ba Fei's death.
...
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, many Wu Sect masters around them took a breath of air-conditioning, and their bodies were shocked. If they were shocked, their chest seemed to press a mountain of ten thousand feet, almost suffocating.
You know, Ba Fei is a direct disciple of the Witch King, with superior strength, who knows that Ye Fan would be killed by Ye Fan in just one face.
They didn't expect that Ye Fan, who looked so young, had such terrifying strength, no less than Ye Nantian 18 years ago, and even better.
The palm that covered the sky, let alone Ba Fei, even the masters of their older generations seemed to be unable to resist.
However, there were no waves on Ye Fan's face, as calm as he was slapping a fly, without any effort at all.
For a moment, there was silence and deathly silence in the venue. The eyes of everyone looking at Ye Fan were like looking at an ancient fierce god, full of jealousy and fear.
"Stab!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan's gaze swept across the faces of many young disciples of the Wu Clan, like a divine sword that pierced through thorns, and his tone was as cold as ice:
"Next, come and die!"
