The country of Japan is a small country. It is only over a hundred kilometers from Kyoto to Ise City.
Although Ye Fan did not have a map, it was not difficult to find Ise Shrine.
When people who practice martial arts and Taoism reach a certain level of strength, their essence, blood and soul will be strong, and they will condense their own unique aura.
Even if you change your appearance and disguise yourself, your aura will not change.
At a location in the south of Ise City, Ye Fan felt hundreds of similar auras gathered together, which were far stronger than ordinary people.
There is also an extremely powerful aura, higher than the mountain peaks, deeper than the night, like the light of the polar regions, particularly conspicuous, soaring straight into the sky, penetrating the heaven and earth, as if to support the entire heaven and earth, even if it is so powerful.
The wind cannot damage it at all.
Even from a long distance away, Ye Fan could feel the terror in it. His whole body tensed up, as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and he was extremely fearful.
If a weaker warrior dares to spy on this aura, he may be immediately counterattacked, with disastrous consequences.
There is no doubt that the owner of this terrifying aura is the legendary true master of the Japanese country——
The great priest of Ise Jingu!
Not long after, Ye Fan followed the breath and came to the entrance of Ise Shrine.
Immediately, several guards spotted him and said with eager eyes: "This is an important area of the palace, no unauthorized entry is allowed! Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!"
"Ye Beichen!"
Ye Fan said coldly, every word is as important as a thousand stones.
Upon hearing this name, the pupils of several guards shrank sharply, looking as if they had seen a ghost. They never expected that Ye Beichen, who was being hunted by the great priest, would suddenly appear at the gate of Ise Shrine.
Even though Ye Fan in front of him had a smile on his face and looked harmless, in their eyes, it was like the devil had come to the world, and the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow invaded every inch of skin and every pore.
Out of survival instinct, these guards subconsciously opened their mouths to ask for help.
However, before they even uttered a single word, the Thunder Tribulation Sword shot out, turning into a purple electric dragon and tearing through the sky, severing the throats of several people.
“Pffffffffffffffffff!!!”
Bright red blood flowers bloomed on their necks, like ancient splash-ink paintings, revealing a strange beauty.
Immediately afterwards, several corpses fell to the ground, completely losing their vitality.
The movement at the gate also attracted the attention of many guards and priests in the palace.
Ye Fan's face was as dark as water, without any waves, and he walked into the Ise Shrine.
This shrine is the supreme holy place dedicated to Amaterasu, and its protective power is stronger than the Imperial Palace where the emperor lives.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
Suddenly, a burst of dense footsteps sounded.
Hundreds of warriors wearing armor and holding swords rushed out from the palace. They all stared at Ye Fan murderously, with blazing flames burning in their eyes, wanting to eat him alive.
If eyes could hurt someone, Ye Fan might have been riddled with wounds and his body was completely damaged.
Although these warriors are not yet at the level of masters, they are all warriors of the eighth or ninth grade. They have strong qi and blood and strong muscles, like copper poured into iron, containing explosive power.
The swords they held in their hands had sharp blades, flashing lights, and cloud patterns on the blades. They were obviously high-quality weapons that had been tempered for thousands of times.
At this time, a priest in hunting clothes stood up, pointed at Ye Fan, and shouted: "We cannot let this madman defile the Holy Land! Let's all come together and let him pay the price with blood!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Countless roars gathered together, the sound shook the sky, and the murderous intent boiled.
Hundreds of warriors, all with red eyes and waving swords, rushed toward Ye Fan like a torrent of steel.
The sword light in the sky seemed to turn into a big net covering the sky and the sun, shrouding Ye Fan's position, blocking almost all the places where he could hide.
This scene is spectacular, has great visual impact, and makes people's hearts shocked.
Even the top swordsman would not dare to attack such a charge and could only avoid the edge for the time being.
However, Ye Fan's face was full of disdain, and he said coldly: "It's ridiculous for a bunch of rabble to want to stop me!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, he held the Thunder Tribulation Sword, his figure was elegant and ethereal, as graceful as a startling giant, and graceful as a swimming dragon.
"歘!歘!歘..."
Every time he drew his sword, a warrior would fall to the ground.
The Thunder Tribulation Sword is like the scythe of the God of Death, harvesting one life after another, sealing one's throat with blood.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, Ye Fan looked indifferent, as if strolling in the courtyard, constantly dancing his sword, blood flowers bloomed, and corpses were everywhere.
In the midst of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Ye Fan's body was always dust-free and stained without any blood stains.
It was obviously a cold killing, but in his hands, it had been sublimated to the realm of art. Even if he faced hundreds of warriors, he was still able to do it with ease and everything was under control.
And in his heart, a burst of heroic ambition arose, and he recited Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing":
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming!"
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"
Ye Fan sings loudly and wields his sword at the same time, just like a sword fairy coming to the world, holding a sword to dominate the world and control the people. He is indescribably free and unrestrained.
Every word of that impassioned poem seemed like a sharp sword, sonorous, powerful, and loud, exploding in the venue like thunder.
At this moment, he is more extraordinary than the knight in Li Bai's poems. He can be said to be "killing with one step"!
With his ghostly body skills and miraculous swordsmanship, no one can defeat him, from the poor blue sky to the underworld.
…
"Devil! This is the real devil!"
"Everyone, run away!"
"Ahhh... don't come here, please spare my life!"
These warriors originally had devout beliefs and were loyal to the great priest, but now, they were killed by Ye Fan to pieces and fled.
They are not afraid of death. What they are afraid of is deep despair. Facing an invincible enemy, their psychological defenses will completely collapse.
In just a few minutes, all the hundreds of warriors died and became dead souls under the sword.
"Click! Crack! Crack!"
Blood drops followed the Thunder Tribulation Sword and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Ye Fan turned around, his deep gaze seemed to be penetrating, looking into the depths of the palace, and shouted with great energy:
"Great Priest, don't you want to kill me? Now all your disciples and grandchildren are dead, why are you still hiding like a turtle?"
"Get out of here and die!!!"
Ye Fan's voice penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, shaking the heaven and earth. Clearly visible ripples appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.
Suddenly, an old roar sounded like the roar of a wild beast:
"Bagaya! Boy, don't be so arrogant!"
Immediately afterwards, Shirakawa Ohno led nine elderly priests and came from a distance. Each of them held various magical instruments in their hands, such as wat tablets, rulers, bells...
These magical instruments were obviously passed down from China.
Looking at the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Shirakawa Ono looked like he was going crazy, and his heart was bleeding.
The next moment, he stared at Ye Fan, his eye sockets were completely covered with bloodshot eyes, and the veins on his forehead stood up. He gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Beichen! How dare you kill and blaspheme the gods in Ise Shrine?
Aren’t you afraid of being punished by God?!”
"God's punishment?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, shook his head, and said disdainfully: "The gods you believe in, in my opinion, are nothing more than chickens and dogs!"
Ye Fan's voice was straight and straightforward, without any waves or provocations. Instead, he seemed to be stating some truth that was a matter of course.
But the more this happened, the more it aroused the anger in the hearts of these priests.
"presumptuous!"
"Be bold!"
"court death!"
The ten priests were all furious and furious, wishing to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives to relieve the hatred in their hearts.
At this time, Shirakawa Ono's eyes were about to burst, and he said word by word: "Everyone, let's take action together and use the magic weapon passed down by the great priest to kill this kid!"
"yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ten priests took action at the same time, sacrificing magical weapons, their murderous auras rushed into the sky, and their magic power surged majestic.
Ten completely different magical instruments seemed to "come alive" at this moment, blooming with colorful brilliance, illuminating the entire world, and blasting towards Ye Fan from all directions.
