You are not worthy to let me draw the sword!
Hearing these words, Xie Chongyang's eyes were red and angry, his teeth clenched and creaked.
What made him even more angry was that Ye Fan's natural tone didn't put him in the eyes.
You know, Xie Chongyang is in the realm of a half-step master, and in the secular world, it is also considered a rare existence.
In addition, he founded the Nine Sun Sword Sect. He has countless disciples, and he is even more prestigious in Jinling City. Countless big people treat him as a guest of honor. Why has he been so despised?
For a moment, his eyes looked at Ye Fan, full of anger, and he couldn't wait to swallow him alive.
"Presumptuous! Brat, how dare you be so big! In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
Xie Chongyang said, flicking the three-foot long sword in his hand with his fingers.
"Chang!"
A sword sound as deep as Hong Zhong Dalu, resounded throughout the audience, and the killing intent was agitated.
"boom!"
The next moment, a scorching heat wave, centered on the long sword, spread in all directions.
Yu Zihong and the others instantly had an illusion, as if they were in a volcano about to erupt, and sweat gushing out of every pore.
Song Wanqing, who was weak in physique, had a wobbly body and could only stretch out her hands to support the table, so she could barely fall.
"Sword name, Chi Yang!"
Xie Chongyang’s voice was sonorous and uttered: "This sword is made by the old man taking the essence of the spirit fire, thousand-year-old profound iron, and refining it for ninety-nine and eighty-one days! Boy, you can die under this sword. It's an honor!"
Looking into the distance, the Chiyang sword is about three feet long, and there are faint red moire patterns on the blade. It is so mysterious and extraordinary, and it is not ordinary at first sight!
With the long sword in his hand, Xie Chongyang seemed to have changed himself, full of heroism, full of the breath of a peerless powerhouse.
In the huge banquet hall, it seemed that they were all shrouded in his aura. Yu Zihong and others felt that their breathing was stagnant, as if the surrounding air had become frozen.
At this moment, Xie Chongyang made no secret of his killing intent on Ye Fan.
However, Ye Fan still stood with his hands in his hands, his expression unchanged, and he was not surprised at all changes. The whole person's aura seemed to be one with the heavens and the earth, unrestrained.
Seeing this, Xie Chongyang swept his long eyebrows, and the samurai suit on his body was automatic without wind, like clouds spreading everywhere, hunting.
"Boy, take your life!"
As soon as the voice fell, his aura continued to rise, as if transformed into an ancient beast, with teeth and claws, trying to kill the world!
With his body as the center of the circle, a cyclone appeared out of thin air. The tables and chairs in the surrounding area of more than ten meters were all blown off and turned into dust, as if they had encountered a hurricane.
There is no doubt how terrifying and powerful the assassin he is about to display next!
...
In the corner, Yu Wenxing looked at Yu Zihong from a distance, a smile of a winner appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said with arrogance:
"Zihong, the Ye Beichen you found is indeed extraordinary! But a pity...he met Master Xie, and today he can only become the soul of Master Xie's sword, there is no other possibility!"
In Yu Wenxing's view, the unarmed Ye Fan, against Xie Chongyang, who is holding the Chiyang Sword, will definitely hate on the spot!
However, in the face of Yu Wenxing's provocation, Yu Zihong looked like water, and said solemnly: "Uncle, you still underestimate Master Ye! The strength of Master Ye is definitely not what you can imagine!"
With that, Yu Zihong's mind recalled the scene of Ye Fan fighting three and a half-step masters alone in the Tianmu Mountains.
With a snap of his fingers, he completely defeated the three of them without any effort!
That invincible posture caused an unprecedented shock to Yu Zihong, which is still fresh in his memory!
At this moment, he didn't worry about Ye Fan's safety at all, but was afraid that Ye Fan would even hate the Yu family because of the storm!
The anger of a martial arts master, I am afraid that even their Yu family can hardly bear it easily.
In desperation, he secretly said in his heart: "Hey...It seems that I can only wait for all the dust to settle, and personally apologize to Grandmaster Ye Jing!"
At this time, Xie Chongyang's momentum had reached its peak.
On the Red Sun sword in his hand, it seemed as if a raging fire was burning, and even from a long distance, one could feel that scorching breath.
"Nine Suns Sword Technique-Burn all directions!"
His roar resounded throughout the world, and his burly body turned into a red long rainbow, attacking Ye Fan with the momentum of burning the sky.
The long sword in his hand is more like igniting the air, and a tunnel of flames is drawn in mid-air, towards Ye Fan's front door.
"Wow!"
In an instant, Chi Yang Sword was only less than a foot away from Ye Fan.
However, Ye Fan still kept his original posture, standing still.
Xie Chongyang saw this, only when he was frightened, a smile appeared in his eyes, and the long sword was almost three-pointer and pierced toward his throat.
However, the next moment, the smile in Xie Chongyang's eyes instantly solidified and turned into an unprecedented shock.
The scene where the long sword cut his throat as expected, did not happen.
At the moment of his death, Ye Fan disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, as if he had never existed before.
How is this... possible? !
For a time, Xie Chongyang set off a huge wave in his heart, and he was beyond surprise.
He knew that the speed of the warrior was so fast that he could indeed surpass the capture limit of a mortal eye.
However, he is a strong man in the realm of a half-step master, even a real martial arts master, no matter how fast he moves, it is difficult to fool his eyes!
But what he didn't know was that Ye Fan now comprehended the power of the Vermillion Bird and deployed it with all his strength. Even the martial arts master could not match his speed.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's disdainful voice sounded three feet away behind him: "Hehe...It's too big and improper, it's just showing it! Xie Chongyang, is this your so-called killer? It's ridiculous!"
Hearing the words, Xie Chongyang turned around subconsciously, but found that Ye Fan was still standing with his hands in his hands, composed and full of mastery.
"impossible!"
Xie Chongyang was like an angry lion, roaring: "Smelly boy, what kind of body do you have, how can you escape my attack?!"
With that said, he seemed to not believe in evil, and once again swung the Chi Sun Sword, attacking Ye Fan frantically.
"She!"
The long sword turned into a long red flame dragon, with an astonishing momentum, and swept towards Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan repeated the old tricks, using the power of the Vermillion Bird again, and the ghostly figure disappeared out of thin air, perfectly avoiding this fatal blow.
...
For a time, Xie Chongyang wielded the Chiyang Sword and attacked Ye Fan hysterically.
The long sword splits the sky, the fire dances the mad dragon!
In the huge banquet hall, a mess, as if a major earthquake had occurred, turned into rubble.
Yu Zihong and others had to stay far away from the corner, for fear of being affected by Yu Wei.
A full ten minutes have passed. It is Xie Chongyang. The internal energy in the Dantian is also madly exhausted. He has to slow down the offensive, gasping for breath, his forehead is already full of sweat, and he is no longer arrogant. Domineering meaning.
In contrast, Ye Fan was still unscathed, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.
At this moment, apart from anger, Xie Chongyang's eyes were filled with unprecedented astonishment.
He never expected that a young man under twenty would have such a terrifying body!
Suddenly, a bold idea came to his mind--
Is it possible... this kid is really a master? !
But the next moment, he immediately shook his head and threw this "ridiculous" idea out of his mind.
He didn't believe that a seventeen or eight-year-old boy could reach the realm of the supreme master.
If so, wouldn't he have lived on a dog for decades?
At this time, Xie Chongyang's eyes twitched and he made a plan, and said:
"Smelly boy, you only know how to run away, what is the difference between a tortoise with a shrunken head, and a bully? If there is a kind, just head-on with me, take my sword, and that's a hero!
In his opinion, Ye Fan is young and energetic, and under this aggressive method, it is easy to be fooled!
And hearing these words, Yu Zihong in the distance cursed shamelessly in his heart, just about to speak to remind him.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Ye Fan stood still, looking at Xie Chongyang from a distance, with his hands folded on his chest, and he looked so leisurely, jokingly said:
"Summer worms can't talk to the ice, and well frogs can't talk to the sea! In my opinion, you are a frog at the bottom of a well, and you don't know how big the world is! With your little strength, even if I stand still and let you chop, you can't It hurts me nothing!"
