Chapter 482: The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building

"Boom!"

Zhao Fa spurted blood and teeth from his mouth, knocking down the high wall behind him. He was so angry that he was slapped in the mouth and had his teeth knocked out in front of so many people, which made him furious.

"Chi!"

Nine sword rays spit out from his mouth and turned into a nine-color rainbow and shot towards Ye Fan's body. It was gorgeous and magnificent, and murderous intent spurted out like a tide.

This is a nine-mouthed divine sword, forged from different meteorite irons, with different colors. They are all no more than the length of a palm, but they are extremely sharp, as sharp as a light.

They pierced the void and rushed out from the void, like the nine wings of a divine phoenix, spraying out endless auspicious colors and sweeping them away.

It looks glamorous and beautiful, but it has murderous intent that can kill people's souls and penetrate into people's bones, making it icy and cold.

"boom"

Ye Fan's big golden hand shot out, covering all nine flying swords of different colors, making them tremble wildly. Even the rare meteorite iron in the world could not withstand this kind of force.

"Qiang", "Qiang", "Qiang"...

All nine colored swords were caught in Ye Fan's hand, and he crushed them with his golden fingers. The sound of "clanging" was heard endlessly, and they were all broken.

Then, colored iron powder fell from between his fingers, and he turned the divine iron into powder with his powerful finger strength!

Everyone was shocked. Did the Holy Body really commit suicide? This is too nonsense. This news is completely deceiving!

"You..." Zhao Fa's expression changed, fear arose in his heart, and he said, "You didn't cultivate yourself by killing yourself!"

Ye Fan strode forward. Every step he took made the whole street tremble. It was like a big drum was beating between heaven and earth, ringing in everyone's heart.

Zhao Fa's expression changed horribly. If Ye Fan had not killed himself, he would not have been able to escape death even if he fought hard. His mind was extremely disturbed.

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan rushed over when he was emotionally unstable, and his big golden hand struck down again, turning into a large golden millstone and patting it down.

"I really killed myself to cultivate..." He said with a smile, but his actions were ruthless.

"What..." Zhao Fa was stunned, but the distance was so close that he could not avoid it and faced it with all his strength.

"when!"

As if he was driving an iron pile, Ye Fan's golden hands, like millstones, knocked half of Zhao Fa's body into the ground.

"boom!"

Ye Fan struck again, causing stars to appear in Zhao Fa's eyes, blood spurting from his mouth, and his body sank another foot, and everything below his chest was submerged in the earth and rocks.

"I've already said that I am only half-waste after self-cultivation. I still have some strength left to protect myself, but you bully me like this, do you treat me like a soft persimmon and can you pinch me at will?"

Ye Fan knelt down and showed no mercy, and slapped him with his backhand. There was a crisp sound, and Zhao Fa's teeth fell again. Two or three teeth fell out, and his internal organs were so angry that they were on fire.

"I forgot to tell you in detail. Under the treatment of Divine Doctor Wang, I have indeed cut off the Dao Fruit myself and fallen into the Four Extremes Secret Realm, but I still have the cultivation level at the peak of the Dao Palace." Ye Fan smiled brightly.

"Snapped!"

Then, he slapped Zhao Fa down again, making Zhao Fa dizzy and blood spurting from his mouth.

"You are too impatient and can't wait to seize my holy sword. Don't you understand the principle that the first rafter will die first?"

"You have fallen into the Four Extremes Secret Realm?!" Zhao Fa gritted his teeth, his expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"boom!"

He seemed to have extremely strong self-confidence, and a purple light shot out from his body, moving the sky like a huge purple dragon.

Ye Fan laughed, but his eyes became colder. He turned his hand and pressed it down, saying: "You know that my cultivation is not as good as before, can't you hold it in anymore? You don't even think about how close you are to me!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped it down, almost all the teeth in Zhao Fa's mouth fell out, mixed with blood and water splashed everywhere, and the purple light that rushed out of the body was suppressed.

"You're so close to me, you'd better behave yourselves!"

Ye Fan gave him another big slap, causing his body to sink more than half a foot again, leaving only his head on the surface.

Zhao Fa's face was livid. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced such a shame and humiliation. He was so sad that he wanted to yell out. Originally, everything was under control, but here he was planning to seize the Holy Sword. He never thought that it would be such a result. He would be planted alive.

After entering the earth and rocks, he didn't even have the strength to fight back, so he was slapped several times in the face.

"Enough, you have gone too far!" The Holy Son of Zifu stood in the distance, staring at Ye Fan with cold eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything when Zhao Fa bullied Ye Fan just now?" Li Heishui glanced at him and said coldly: "If you want to fight against injustice, just come here!"

The big black dog was even more direct, shouting: "Do you want to favor that bastard? I will accompany you for a while, and I don't mind accepting a holy son as your favorite!"

Everyone next to him was speechless. Did the Holy Body really kill himself and go to the secret realm of the Dao Palace? Why were the people around him more aggressive than the last?

"You teleported several of my junior brothers to a foreign land, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!" The Holy Son of Zi Mansion had a cold look on his face, staring at the Black Emperor, filled with murderous intent.

"Whoever is afraid of whom, just let your horse come over!"

Ye Fan stood up, looked at the Holy Son of Purple Mansion, and said, "Do you really want to take action?"

All the saints are "bright and majestic", and no one has rashly made a move against him. If the saint son of Zifu does so, he will be the first one.

"Since you have cut off your cultivation and fallen into the Four Extremes Secret Realm, I won't argue with you, a half-wasted person!" The Holy Son of Zi Mansion's eyes were cold and he did not accept the challenge.

There was a sneer at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. He was still the Holy Son after all. He would not take action easily when he was unclear about the situation, so he was still able to keep his composure.

"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Zhao Fa roared, and purple light shot into the sky.

Above his head, a huge star appeared, its purple light shining in the sky, extremely dazzling!

This only star possesses endless terrifying divine power, eclipsing the sun in the sky and emitting monstrous mana fluctuations.

"Ziwei Emperor Star!"

Some people exclaimed that they did not expect that Zhao Fa had cultivated the immortal magic of Ziwei Sect and evolved the Ziwei Emperor Star. Once it cracked, it would be enough to destroy the world.

"boom!"

Ye Fan's big golden hand stretched out, turned into a golden sky tablet and fell down. The divine power fluctuated horribly, and the Ziwei Emperor Star was destroyed with a pop.

"Get up!" Zhao Fa shouted.

However, Ye Fan's physical body was too powerful, and his big hand, transformed into a golden monument, pressed Ziwei Emperor Xingsheng back into his head, forcing back the overwhelming magic power.

"Ah..." Zhao Fa screamed in horror. If the Ziwei Emperor Star collapsed in his body, he would definitely be destroyed physically and mentally.

"Save me..." Zhao Fa was really frightened. He could no longer control himself. The big purple star was about to be destroyed in his body.

"Don't you want to steal my holy sword and harm my life? Why are you begging me for mercy now?" Ye Fan lowered his head and looked down at him.

Zhao Fa only had one head left on the surface, his face was extremely pale, and he said: "I deserve to die, I shouldn't be so greedy, please save me!"

"boom!"

Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked it out, knocking a big star out of his head, soaring into the sky and exploding in the distant sky.

The endless purple light surged, the terrifying energy was vast, and even on the ground, the aftermath was felt like a tsunami, which was terrifying.

Although Zhao Fa was saved, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. He suffered such a big loss today and wanted to chop Ye Fan into pieces.

"boom"

He broke out of the ground, stood on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Ye, that's it for today. I'll visit you another day!"

Zhao Fa didn't know the true background of Ye Fan, so he no longer dared to take action easily. He wanted to find out the situation before taking cruel measures.

However, Ye Fan laughed, like a ghost, his movements were extremely fast, and he came in front of him, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

"Then I won't give it away and let's go!"

Ye Fan tapped him on the shoulder, just like Zhao Fa did before, causing his expression to change suddenly and he quickly retreated.

"You...what did you do to me?" Zhao Fa coughed up blood with each step. When he took the eighth step back, a shattering sound came from his body.

He immediately screamed, "You crippled me?!"

Ye Fan looked indifferent and said: "You have tried to harm me many times, so it is good to leave you a life."

Everyone was as silent as a cicada. A monk from Ziwei's teaching who had attained the Four Great Perfection Realms was actually crippled by Ye Fan with a raised hand. This was really chilling.

Did the Holy Body really destroy its own cultivation? How could it still be so terrifying and powerful? If it was only in the secret realm of the Dao Palace, it would be too unscrupulous.

"You are so cruel..." Zhao Fa looked pale and his whole body was trembling.

"You have murderous intentions towards me. How can I still smile? God is kind to you, so you should change your ways."

In one thought, Ye Fan abolished an outstanding figure of the younger generation, which shocked everyone.

"You are in the secret realm of the Dao Palace. If you can take three strikes from me, I will turn around and leave. It will not be difficult for you." The Holy Son of Zi Mansion said in a cold voice, and suddenly shot a purple light towards Ye Fan.

"boom!"

Ye Fan raised his fist to accept the challenge and shattered it on the spot.

"boom!"

A small purple tower appeared in the eyebrows of the Holy Son of Purple Mansion, moving forward, sending out terrifying waves.

"Chi!"
To be continued...