"How can this be?"
Long Po Pan also looked at Ye Fan with great shock.
Not only was he knocked back by Ye Fan's punch, the tiger's mouth was also in severe pain, and there was even a trace of blood seeping out.
"A guy who has just been promoted to the Great Realm of the Earth Realm for a few months, how come his speed and strength are so terrifying?"
"Could it be that I underestimated the enemy and was careless?"
Not only did he advance to the Great Realm of Earth Realm early, but he also continued to temper his body and mend his energy and blood over the years, and had already turned his muscles into copper skin and iron bones.
So Ye Fan knocked him back with one move, hurt him, and shocked him beyond words.
However, he soon regained his composure, his hand regained control, the redness and swelling disappeared, the pain disappeared, and he returned to his original state, as if he had not been injured.
Ye Fan looked at him and said calmly: "If you only do this, you will disappoint me."
The woman in purple was extremely angry when she heard this: "Shut up! Master, this is the starting move, and he hasn't used his killing move yet."
Ye Fan looked at Long Po Pan and smiled: "Really? Then let me give you another move?"
"I don't know how high the sky is!"
Luang Po Pan's face darkened and his figure swayed.
He instantly turned into dozens of phantoms, attacking Ye Fan from all directions.
"A single cut wastes all thought!"
"Howl!"
A bloody ray of light, accompanied by a shrill scream, struck Ye Fan like a rainbow.
The blade of the sword suddenly became much brighter as it approached, and there was a vague flow of blood on the surface.
Ye Fan's eyes shone with light, he moved his steps and performed the Windward Willow Step.
"boom!"
Bloody light fell from the sky and struck Ye Fan's shadow with all its strength.
Although the opponent's sword failed, Ye Fan, who looked calm, still felt shocked.
Both feet were under the shock of the knife attack, and they took a small step back.
At the same time, the blood was boiling.
The area that withstood the slashing of the sword light even showed signs of cracking on a piece of rock.
A piece of Ye Fan's clothes and a few hairs also shattered and flew away in the airflow.
So scary.
But that's all. Long Po Pan's knife still didn't hurt Ye Fan.
"What?"
The purple-clothed women exclaimed again, unable to believe that Ye Fan had avoided the second knife.
Luang Po Pan's eyelids also twitched.
This kid's defense was so strong. He used two killing moves in succession, but to his surprise, Mark was still not hurt.
Ye Fan looked at Long Po Pan and said lightly: "The number one master in Xiang Kingdom is nothing more than that."
"A sword in the misty rain!"
"Whoosh!"
The sound of killing sounded, and the sword in Long Po Pan's hand used the third sword again.
At this moment, Luang Phor Pan's sword was red with blood, and the surrounding rainwater that illuminated it was red.
"Master, no!"
Upon seeing this, the woman in purple shouted in shock:
"This knife is difficult to control."
This sword is earth-shattering when used. It will not only kill the enemy, but also injure innocent people if not careful.
Because it is very powerful and difficult to control.
Luang Po Pan laughed ferociously: "There is no retreat at all."
Since his debut, he has conquered the Xiang Kingdom without a single defeat, even when he faced seventy-two masters alone.
Now he has suffered a big loss from a Chinese boy. How can he continue to be worshiped by the Xiang Kingdom without killing him?
Seeing that she could not advise her master, the woman in purple could only yell at Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, you bastard, why don't you just surrender?"
"Once master uses Fengyun's third sword, not only will you die, but the mountain may even be leveled."
"You still haven't given up resistance?"
The woman in purple said angrily: "You want to drag us to be buried with you. This is a selfish act."
"Idiot, let's not say that your master is angry. Even if you are buried with him, you are asking for it."
Ye Fan sneered: "Besides, let alone one sword, even ten swords, your master can't kill me."
"I avoided his moves, but I just learned his essence."
"And level the entire hill?"
"You think too highly of your master."
Ye Fan raised his hand towards Long Po Pan: "I can blow him up with one punch."
"A sword in the misty rain!"
Long Po Pan was so angry that he was stimulated by Ye Fan and rushed out with a sharp knife.
A burst of red light shot towards Ye Fan instantly.
At the same time, the rain in the sky was also reflected red, as if it had turned into a sharp knife, swishing towards Ye Fan.
The sky is full of knives raining, and the wind penetrates the rocks.
The purple-clothed women's cheeks stung, and they all retreated in fear, hoping not to affect them.
It's over.
When this blow fell, if Ye Fan couldn't stop it, they would also be affected.
And can Ye Fan stop it?
Obviously not.
"Whoosh——"
Luang Phor Pan is here in a flash!
Mark's eyes flashed with passion.
With this knife, he clearly felt an unprecedented murderous aura that would never give up.
There were many trees and stones around them, which were hit by the rain of knives wrapped in them, and they all had a lot of knife marks.
Densely packed and shocking.
The destructive power caused by Long Po Pan's sword was completely beyond Ye Fan's imagination.
Ye Fan used Windward Willow Steps to dodge, but he was still hit by a few drops of knife rain. His clothes were torn and his skin was in severe pain.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, slapped his right hand, and held the fish intestine sword in front of him.
"Dangdangdang——"
A burst of red light arrived.
The scimitar struck the sword, making a loud noise and stopping in the air.
The women in purple have dry mouths and tongues:
Caught it again?
Long Po Pan's eyes were also widened, and he couldn't believe that Ye Fan could block it.
"It's my turn!"
Before Long Po Pan could react, Ye Fan roared: "Break it for me!"
He punched Luang Po Pan.
"asshole!"
Long Po Pan's expression changed again, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan still had the strength to fight.
Faced with the punch that came first, or the punch from close range, he could only block it with his sword.
"Boom."
There was a loud noise, and a terrifying force spurted out from Ye Fan's fist, hitting Long Po Pan's sword hard.
Luang Po Pan groaned, with a painful look on his face, and fell out dragging his legs on the ground.
The women in purple and the others exclaimed: "Master!"
They looked at this scene in shock, never expecting that Ye Fan could not only block the master's third sword, but also counterattack and push the master back several meters.
"Boy, you deserve to die!"
Luang Po Pan suffered losses one after another and shouted loudly, furious.
"Fengyun's fourth sword, one sword leaves nothing but hatred——"
"Let you have free time to hate!"
Before Long Po Pan could use his fourth sword, Ye Fan suddenly jumped up.
He appeared in the sky above Luang Phor Pan instantly like a phantom of light.
With a look of indifference, he stepped on it with all his strength, like crushing ants.
This kick is like an ancient beast, carrying an immortal fighting spirit.
"No!"
Long Po Pan's face changed drastically, and he blocked the sword again, but just as he touched it, he screamed again.
Can't stop it, really can't stop it.
The sword broke with a clang, his right hand also snapped with a snap, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.
Luang Po Pan was filled with grief and anger. With this knife and this hand, he had killed many strong men.
But in front of Ye Fan's kick, he was like a vulnerable ant.
Immediately afterwards, after Ye Fan stepped on his sword and right hand, his momentum continued straight into his chest, and he fell straight down with his sword and stepped into a puddle.
"Boom."
The puddle shook and muddy water splashed everywhere.
Luang Phor Pan's chest fracture was broken and blood spurted out, and he fell onto his back in the puddle.
He was filled with unspeakable grief and indignation, as well as endless sadness, but more importantly, he was shocked.
He has discovered that Ye Fan's skills are by no means a master of the realm. To be able to beat him like this is at least the peak of the realm.
At this age and in this state, he is too evil and perverted.
Luang Phor Pan was exhausted mentally and physically.
When the purple-clothed women saw this, their whole bodies became cold, and they tightly covered their mouths.
The dignified Long Po Pan, the number one master in the Xiang Kingdom, was stepped into a puddle by Ye Fan?
This is unbelievable.
But the cruel reality was in front of him, and Long Po Pan was trampled over by Ye Fan like a dead dog.
"It's time to finish."
After Ye Fan landed calmly, he took two steps forward and stepped on Long Po Pan's throat.
"No--"
Long Po Pan's heart trembled, he roared angrily, pressed all his strength, and tried to block Ye Fan's kick with his left hand.
Just as he raised his left hand, Ye Fan had already stepped on his throat.
"Crack!"
With a sharp sound, Luang Phor Pan stopped all his movements.
Luang Por Pan did not cry out or struggle, but suddenly, his whole body lost all strength and fell back to the ground.
His eyes were full of frustration and anger, staring at Ye Fan, full of despair, suspicion and hatred...
He didn't seem to believe that Mark killed him like this.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan didn't stop for a moment, picked up the fish intestine sword and waved it.
"flutter--"
Luang Phor Pan's head fell to the ground.
The woman in purple shouted hysterically: "No--"
The uniformed women subconsciously raised their guns.
A cold light flashed.
Countless shattering blades flew.
"ah--"
The women in purple screamed, clutching their throats and falling to the ground.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it and walked away...
The wind and rain are coming.
