"How is this possible?"
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.
"This guy who has just been promoted to the Great 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 at an early age, but he also continued to temper his physical body and mend his Qi and blood over the years, and had already developed his muscles into copper skin and iron bones.
So Ye Fan repelled him with one move, injured him, and shocked him beyond words.
However, he quickly regained his composure, regained control of his hand, 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 very 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.
“One knife takes no thought!”
"Howl!"
A bloody ray of light, accompanied by a shrill scream, struck Ye Fan like a rainbow.
When the blade of the sword came closer, it suddenly became much brighter, 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.
"Bang!"
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 shaken all over.
Both feet were shocked by the 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 women in purple and the others exclaimed again, unable to believe that Ye Fan had avoided the second knife.
Luang Phor Pan's eyelids also twitched.
This kid's defense was so strong. He used two killing moves in succession, but to his surprise, Ye Fan was 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 mist!"
"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 also red.
"Master, no!"
Upon seeing this, the woman in purple shouted in horror: "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 so powerful and difficult to control.
Luang Po Pan laughed ferociously: "There is no retreat at all."
Since his debut, he has shocked the Xiang Kingdom and has never been defeated. Even when he faced seventy-two masters by himself, he did not lose.
Now that he has suffered a big loss from a Chinese boy, how can he continue to be worshiped by Xiang Kingdom without killing him?
Seeing that she was unable to advise her master, the woman in purple could only yell at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you bastard, why don't you just arrest him without hesitation?"
"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 mist!"
Long Po Pan was so angered by Ye Fan that he rushed out with a sharp knife.
The red light burst out and 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 rain of knives, and the wind penetrates the rocks.
The purple-clothed women's cheeks stung, and they all retreated in fear, hoping that they would not be involved.
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 -" Long Po Pan is here in a flash! Ye Fan's eyes flashed with heat.
With this knife, he clearly felt an unprecedented murderous aura that would never give up.
There were many trees and stones around him, and they were all hit by the rain of knives wrapped in them, leaving many scars on them.
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.
"Dang-dang--" Red light burst out.
The scimitar struck the sword, making a loud noise and stopping in mid-air.
The purple-clothed woman and the others were thirsty: Did they catch 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!"
To be continued...