In the valley.
Ye Fan simulated the action of drumming, and just bombarded it, but it caused a supernatural power that everyone could not imagine.
If you don’t sing, it’s all.
This thunder sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the chest of everyone in the court.
However, this is not the end, just the beginning.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Ye Fan shook his hands frantically, and the sky was full of afterimages. Looking into the distance, it seemed as if thousands of arms were born, like the same Thousand-Hand Guanyin, and the surrounding air seemed to be burned.
With Ye Fan's body as the center, hundreds of thunder and lightning burst out suddenly within a radius of 100 meters, and lightning fluttered like the legendary Wang Yang Lei Ze.
The scene in front of him caused an unprecedented visual impact on all the monks in the field.
You know, even the iron-faced middle-aged from the Thunder Sect, they have to rely on Thunder Pills to summon Thunder.
Who knows that now Ye Fan can summon thunder with his empty hands, does he have any special physique?
At this moment, Ye Fan was bathed in thunder, like a Thor.
With the glory of the sun and the moon, dance with the universe!
More importantly, the thunder sound he played was not an ordinary thunder sound, but the sound of the Promise Chaos God Thunder.
Thousands of thunders in the world all come from the Promise Chaos God Thunder, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the originator of thunder.
"Rumble rumbling!"
The invisible thunder sound, like a surging tsunami, spreads in all directions.
The originally aggressive Blood Fiend Nether Thunder, at the moment when it touched Thunder Yin, it was like encountering a nemesis, instantly distorting, shaking, and collapsing...
In just a few breaths, the Blood Fiend Nether Thunder completely disintegrated and disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
"How is this possible?!"
The iron-faced middle-aged pupils shrank suddenly, an unbelievable appearance.
No one knows better than him, how terrifying this Blood Fiend Nether Thunder is!
This thunder was transformed by the grievances of thousands of evil spirits, to the yin to the evil, even the powerhouse of the Ninth Rank Transformation, dare not stun its sharpness.
But now, Ye Fan effortlessly turned him into powder.
Such magical powers can only be done by the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation, but Ye Fan is just a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage.
Just when the iron-faced middle-aged man was stunned, the invisible thunder sound wave, carrying the force of destruction, rushed towards him.
"not good!"
The face of the iron-faced middle-aged changed drastically, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
The disciples of Lei Mingzong are considered to be the best on Tianshu Star in terms of attack and destructive power, but they lack the cultivation of the physical body.
After all, in a normal battle, as long as they displayed all kinds of thunder methods, they could bring the enemy down. Now facing this extremely terrifying thunder, he even smelled a strong breath of death.
"Ho ho ho!"
The iron-faced middle-aged gritted his teeth, frantically urged his inner strength to protect his body, wanting to fend off the enemy with this.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ye Fan's drumming speed was getting faster and faster, and the drum sound became louder and louder.
"The Shaking Drum Method" was originally the magical power created by the Thunder Xing Xianzun, and it was unmatched, and after Ye Fan took Xuan Lei Pan Hua, its power was doubled.
Endless sound waves are superimposed on each other, and the sound of drums shook the sky, like millions of soldiers beating drums at the same time.
Between the heaven and the earth, there is no other sound, only the deafening drum sound, which is magnificent and earth-shaking.
The surrounding space was torn apart, cracks appeared, and all the sand and stone walls in the valley collapsed.
Like the end of the world!
Some of the weaker monks in the field couldn't bear it. They spewed blood and slumped to the ground. Nearly half of them lost their combat effectiveness.
As for the rest of the people, it was not easy. They had to do their best to stand barely, but they couldn't move, and they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers.
Only two people can really ignore this terrifying Leiyin.
Princess Hongyi, and the gray-robed old man next to her.
The gauze on Princess Hongyi is a heavenly weapon. When the sound wave is a few inches away from the gauze, it will be pushed away by an invisible force, unharmed.
And the gray-robed old man is the true immortal of Crossing Tribulation, an attack of this level could not hurt him, but a strange light flashed in his eyes, staring straight at Ye Fan, wondering what he was thinking.
...
At the core of Sonic Storm.
Under the scouring of Lei Yin Yinbo, the iron-faced middle-aged skin was completely torn apart, riddled with sores, dripping with blood, just like a man.
This sound wave not only acts on the physical body, but also contains a domineering will, causing his spiritual consciousness to begin to crumble.
In the mind of the iron-faced middle-aged, a thought came up
"My life is over!"
Immediately, his body exploded and turned into blood mist, and even the three souls and seven souls were shattered in the sound wave.
A generation of strong, completely dead!
After beheading the enemy, Ye Fan also stopped drumming.
Between heaven and earth, peace was restored again.
But there was a mess in the valley.
The many monks who were still arrogant just now were either limp on the ground, like a lamb to be slaughtered, or with a look of fear and sweat, as if they had experienced a battle in the world.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, obviously quite satisfied with the destructive power of "The Shaking Drum Method".
At this point, in addition to the angry sword slaughtering the common people, he has another magical power of mass destruction.
"Stick!"
"Stick!"
"Stick!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan opened his legs and walked towards Shang Xiang not far away.
As a young master of the Shang family, Shang Xiang possesses the 5th level of God-Transformation and ranks among the best among the young generation in Longxiang City.
But under the thunder of the Promise Chaos God Thunder, he was still unable to resist, he could only limp to the ground, crouching on his waist, like a shrimp.
After a while, Ye Fan came to him and looked at him condescendingly, with sharp eyes.
Shang Xiang shivered subconsciously, as if being stared at by some predatory beast, his hair was erected, his back was chilly, and his heart sank to the bottom, as if he had fallen into an abyss.
He thought he would be able to crush Ye Fan to death and take those treasures with ease.
But he never dreamed that Ye Fan didn't even find a helper, and with his own power, most of the chasers lost their combat effectiveness.
"Ye... Ye Fan, I was wrong! I can apologize to you!" Shang Xiang said tremblingly.
"A murderer, people will kill you! If you want to kill me, how can I let you go?" Ye Fan asked, and while speaking, there was a boiling murderous aura in his eyes, as if a killer came to the world.
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Shang Xiang showed a fierce expression, gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Fan, you are so aggressive, aren't you afraid of my father? My father is not only the city lord of Longxiang City, but also has broken through to become the true immortal of the Tribulation! If you dare to touch my finger, Father Father will never let you go!"
"cut!"
Ye Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said: "From the moment I hurt your brother Shang Hui, the Shang family will not let me go. Now let you go, you will not be quiet when you go back, but take more. His helper came to chase me down!
What's more... Dignity is never given by others, but earned by your own strength! I want to kill you, what can you do? Even if your father is here, he can't stop him! "
"you!!!"
Shang Xiang was angry and frightened, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to play cards so unreasonably.
"Okay! Don't talk nonsense, it's time to get you on the road!"
Ye Fan said, with a move with his right hand, the burial sword appeared in his hand.
The blade is sharp and unparalleled, and there is still a thick, unshakable evil spirit around the blade, and it seems that there are millions of resentful souls wailing.
"No! You can't kill me! Please... forgive me!"
Shang Xiang knelt on the ground while screaming, knocking his head repeatedly.
In the face of death, he left all his pride and dignity, like a dog in a bereaved family, bowing down.
However, in the face of his begging for mercy, Ye Fan's eyes were still cold and indifferent, and said lightly:
"Don't be pretentious, do you think I will let you go?"
"Die!"
After saying that, Ye Fan waved the burial sword, and one after another, the swordsmanship burst out.
With Shangxiang's current state, he couldn't escape at all.
The only gray-robed old man in the field who was able to save him did not mean to make a move.
Although the Shang family served the Daxia Dynasty, it had no direct relationship with Cheng Prince's Mansion.
For a time, Shang Xiang's life hangs by a thread!
Seeing that he was about to be smashed to death by the blade of a sword, a loud roar came from the distant sky:
"Huh! Who dares to hurt my child?!"
