Now, he no longer dared to think that Zhuo Yifan's words about destroying the An family were ridiculous, because at the same time, fierce battles broke out everywhere in the entire An family.
In a battle of this level between the two, outsiders basically can't get involved.
This is the first time such a thing has happened in the Dark Mansion for tens of thousands of years.
Although everyone was shocked, there was no great sense of urgency.
This is the An family, one of the eight major families in the demon world! Not only is it super powerful, but there are also people above it. Looking at the entire lower world, whoever dares to come here to cause trouble must be just some young people.
When they rushed out of the retreat and were gathering, a group of terrifying masters suddenly appeared from the darkness.
These masters worked in groups and formed strange battle formations. They did not fight alone, but were like meat grinders, strangling them like a whirlwind. Wherever they went, whether it was a palace or a protective circle, they were violently shattered.
, like a tornado passing through, causing huge damage.
The most terrifying thing is that there is more than one such team, and terrifying masters appear in almost every corner of the An family.
Although the An family has a profound foundation, the number of Mahayana masters is extremely limited. There are not so many Mahayana masters in the entire family. How can they withstand the destruction of these masters?
Almost no one is an enemy of one, they are invincible, like countless torrents, quickly gathering into the middle of the dark palace.
The secret masters are like chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.
This situation simply exceeded the monks' imagination.
You must know that in the past, in their eyes, the An family was like a giant beast from the wild, standing high above, overlooking all living beings, while the vassal family was as small as dust, snatched by life and death, and had no power to resist at all.
In their hearts, and even in the hearts of their ancestors, they have never thought of being able to overthrow such a giant.
But now, this so-called giant is nothing more than a sand sculpture in front of himself and others, vulnerable to a single blow.
That sudden change in mentality shocked everyone and made them invincible in fighting spirit.
These people who used to be superior were like dogs in front of him. They were slaughtered, begged, and fled. Everything turned out to be no different from ordinary people, no different from the vassal families that they had bullied.
It turns out that after being removed from the altar, noble people also become so low.
The monks didn't have any good feelings towards the people of the An family. These vampires oppressing them should have died long ago.
Their attacks were far more ruthless than Zhuo Yifan thought.
Kill them all the way, leaving no grass behind.
Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were bloodshot.
He roared angrily: "Thief, who are you and why are you hiding from me like this?"
Zhuo Yifan sneered, stabilized his figure in mid-air, and threw it casually. The Sword of the Saint flew out of his hand and turned into a brilliant white light. Time and space seemed to have no meaning to it at all.
A flash of white light appeared in front of An Buhui almost at the same time.
This time, the protective shield failed to hold. It was like a broken shield, turning into countless fragments and falling down. However, the holy sword directly tore through his space protective barrier and passed through his body.
Zhuo Yifan gently uttered four words: "Justice!"
Anbuhui couldn't believe all this. He was extremely shocked. He had never heard of a secret treasure that could ignore time, space, distance, and rules for defense!
Seeing the holy sword stuck in his chest, flashing with lightning, he trembled all over and suddenly fell from the air.
This saint's sword is known as the sword of justice, judging evil, and the nemesis of demons. It is absolutely correct.
After encountering the magic, it was more like being enraged, and it suddenly burst out with an extremely holy light. This light was not harmful to humans, but to the demons, it was like poison.
Anbuhui felt that his body and magic power were being purified as if they were poisoned. A large amount of magic power was constantly being lost, and his realm actually fell directly from the realm of true demon.
He stretched out his hand in pain to pull out the sword.
Zhuo Yifan was also surprised by the unique skills of this holy sword.
Unfortunately, this trick can only be used once a day.
This attack that completely ignores defense is really terrifying.
The real demon master took a sword and was immediately knocked down a level and became extremely weak.
Zhuo Yifan's body turned into runes, and in a flash, he came to Anbuhui. With a wave of his hand, the holy sword returned to his hand with a whoosh. He waved it gently and said coldly: "It seems that your father is not very good."
I feel sorry for your son, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died ten thousand times."
"You...why did you do this? Did my secret family offend you?"
An Bugui really couldn't remember when his family had ever provoked such a terrifying person. He covered his chest and said tremblingly.
At this moment, he discovered another terrible fact, that is, the wounds caused by the holy sword could not be recovered, and no matter how many elixirs he took, they would not work.
The wound still existed, and his vitality was constantly passing away.
"You, the An family, have indeed offended me. I have long said that the An family will be destroyed. Today, I am here to fulfill my promise." Zhuo Yifan said lightly: "Remember my name, my name is Zhuo Yifan.
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"Zhuo... Yifan? So, you are that human monster?" The shock in Anbuhui's heart was even stronger than the holy sword. He yelled: "This is impossible, Zhuo Yifan is just a human being."
You're just a human kid who has just advanced to the Mahayana stage. You... how could you reach this level in such a short time? I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, this is all true, because the An family will be destroyed today." Zhuo Yifan smiled coldly.
"You are so shameless in your talk, even a kid with a yellow mouth dares to come to my An family to run wild and seek death."
Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out, and the sound was deafening for thousands of miles.
With a loud bang, the center of the city lord's mansion exploded, a stream of light flew out, and a terrifying aura spread, covering the entire dark mansion.
"All invading enemies must die!"
An Qingrui gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. He actually arranged a space confinement from the beginning, blocked the way out, and wanted to catch everyone who came in.
Not only did Zhuo Yifan not panic, but he showed a proud smile: "I finally forced this old fox out, now it's time to take the final step."
He didn't even look at An Bugui again, and just slowly flew up into the air.
An Buhui shouted in a hissing voice: "Zhuo Yifan, you will definitely die today. No one in this world can be the opponent of the Holy Ancestor."
Zhuo Yifan ignored him, as if he was just air. This kind of contempt made An Buhui feel very uncomfortable.
An Qingqing is a tall, middle-aged man who looks very powerful.
The monk's appearance and age cannot be inferred based on common sense.
Although he looks like An Buhui's son, in fact, he is An Buhui's father and the founder of the entire An Buhui family.
Seeing him, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but think of the words "Golden Retriever Lion King" in his mind.
Yes, this is a guy who is as powerful and domineering as a golden lion king. Wherever he stands, he looks like a peerless ferocious beast, emitting waves of terrifying fluctuations and even creating a ripple, which is very scary.