Chapter 1070 Offend me China, even if you are strong, you will be punished!
Hearing Apollo's voice, Arnold, who was trapped in the green cauldron, was like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw and quickly called for help.
"Join forces?"
A look of disdain appeared on Apollo's handsome face, and he said coldly: "No, no, no! Arnold, I am not a waste like you! Killing that boy is easy for me!"
His voice was full of unabashed domineering and confidence.
In fact, he is completely proud of himself. He is the eighth best killer in the world and can make people feared wherever he goes.
"Apollo, as long as you rescue me, I owe you a favor!" Arnold shouted.
"oh?"
When Apollo heard this, he raised his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.
In terms of fighting alone, he is far stronger than Arnold, but Arnold is the number one warrior in the Amazon tribe. He can summon tens of thousands of warriors with a single shout and has extraordinary power in South America.
The weight of this favor cannot be exchanged for a million dollars.
"Okay! It's easy to save you, but I have agreed beforehand that this kid's head belongs to me, and you won't get a cent of the tens of billions of dollars in reward!" Apollo said.
"I promise you!"
Arnold's voice came through the Qingding.
For Arnold at this moment, the reward is not important at all. What is important is to quickly take back the Moro Hammer from Ye Fan.
Without the hammer, he is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out, and his strength has plummeted.
Little did he know that the remnant soul of God Moro had been completely refined by Ye Fan, and that giant hammer was no different from scrap metal. Even if he took it back, it would be useless.
"boom!"
Suddenly, golden fighting spirit burst out from Apollo's body, soaring straight into the sky.
China has internal energy, while the West has fighting spirit.
Although the methods of cultivation are completely different, in the end they reach the same goal through different paths.
The golden fighting spirit cultivated by Apollo has some divine attributes and is the nemesis of thousands of evil spirits. It is very eye-catching when displayed, and he has won the reputation of "Sun King".
"Sun God Fist!"
He shouted loudly and punched brazenly, with unparalleled power.
"Peng!"
The iron fist slammed into the Qingding, and the golden fighting spirit turned into a stormy sea, constantly washing against the Qingding.
Although the Qingding is an important weapon of the country, without Ye Fan's control now, it is a dead thing after all. It was quickly lifted up by the golden fighting spirit, flew more than ten meters, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust.
Arnold, who escaped from the trap, had red eyes and looked crazy. He glared fiercely at Ye Fan who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, as if he was about to pounce on him the next moment.
"Arnold, don't forget your promise, this kid's head belongs to me!" Apollo said coldly.
"I want to take back Moro's hammer!" Arnold said in a loud voice.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your broken hammer!"
Ablo said disdainfully, turned his head again, and looked at Mark from a distance.
At this moment, Ye Fan was still in a state of forgetfulness. He closed his eyes tightly, holding the sword with both hands, comprehending the mystery of the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and seemed completely unaware of the approaching crisis.
"Huh? What a divine sword!"
Apollo's attention was immediately attracted to the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and he coveted it, wishing he could take it for himself.
"Hehe... China really didn't come here in vain this time. Not only can it earn tens of billions of dollars, but it can also harvest such a magic weapon!" The implication is that it seems that the Thunder Tribulation Sword has been regarded as his own.
"Sun God Fist - radiant light!"
Apollo said, running his fighting spirit and throwing hundreds of punches in an instant.
For a moment, there were heavy fist shadows, fierce winds, and hundreds of fist lights like meteor showers, intertwining a large airtight net in the air and bombarding Ye Fan's position.
That dazzling light can be clearly seen even from miles away.
This "brilliant" move was Apollo's own unique move. Back then, he relied on this move to kill a prince of an oil country under the protection of hundreds of bodyguards, and he became famous in one battle.
In Apollo's view, Ye Fan is like a living target that cannot move, and it is impossible to survive.
Thinking of the 10 billion U.S. dollar reward he was about to receive, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up into a smile.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Hundreds of punches were devastating, and in terms of power, they were no less powerful than the bombing of a mechanized force.
When Arnold next to him saw this, he was also secretly frightened. He didn't expect Apollo to be so powerful. If he were to face him, even if he was holding Moro's hammer, he might not have a good chance of winning, so he could only avoid his sharp edge.
Seeing the overwhelming fist light, it was about to swallow Ye Fan's body.
At the critical moment, Ye Fan, who had been in a state of enlightenment, finally opened his eyes.
"Stab it!"
"Stab it!"
The sharp gaze is like a divine sword cutting through thorns, unstoppable.
Looking at the fist light so close at hand, Ye Fan didn't even frown, remained unmoved and said disdainfully:
"You dare to shine like a pearl of rice! That's all, I'll use you as a sacrifice to my divine sword!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan clenched the Thunder Tribulation Sword in his hand and slashed at will.
"Whoosh!"
A ray of sword energy shot out, expanding continuously in the air, and instantly turned into lightning as thick as a bucket, like a purple lightning dragon tearing through the sky.
The sword energy of the Thunder Tribulation Sword before was indeed extraordinary, but now it has an unruly and domineering will.
It seems that once this sword is drawn out, it can sweep across all directions, pacify the world, frighten the heroes, and make ghosts and gods retreat.
"Pfftttttttttttt!"
The fist light that was unstoppable just now was as fragile as tofu in front of this sword energy. It was defeated step by step, defeated like a mountain, completely disintegrated, and turned into the most original power and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Apollo's face in the distance instantly solidified, and turned into an unprecedented shock. His originally handsome face became distorted, and his heart was filled with huge waves. He was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
He knew best about the power of this "bright light" move, even the regular Chinese army could not stop it.
But now, just one sword energy has defeated hundreds of fist lights.
This is really incredible!
However, Apollo had no time to think at all, because the devastating sword energy had already swept in front of him.
"not good!"
Apollo's whole body was shaken violently, his hair stood on end, and he remained silent. He sensed an unprecedented threat of death, and his soul trembled.
At such a close distance, he had no time to dodge.
Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to grab Arnold next to him, using him as a human shield in front of him.
Arnold never expected that he would do such a despicable thing. He was caught off guard and had no time to react. He could only watch as the sword energy shot out.
"Crack!"
The sword energy hit Arnold's body hard, like an electric python and thunder dragon opening its bloody mouth and swallowing him.
Under the baptism of lightning, Arnold did not even utter a scream, and died suddenly and died instantly.
His body was charred black and smelled like barbecue.
…
"hiss!"
Apollo couldn't help but suck in the cold air, feeling terrified in his heart. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he might be the one who was electrocuted into a charred corpse now.
Shocking!
Unprecedented shock!
There are no words to describe Apollo's mood at this moment.
He is the eighth-ranked top killer in the world. He has experienced countless thrilling battles in his life, including the Siberian Icefield, the Sahara Desert, the Bermuda Devil's Triangle, and the Manchak Swamp...
He has left his footprints in all the forbidden places in the world.
He has seen countless martial arts masters, and he has never been defeated.
But Apollo never expected that a Chinese boy under twenty could easily defeat his most powerful trick with just one sword energy.
"Oh my god! How did this kid practice? Is he the reincarnation of some god?!"
Apollo originally thought that Ye Fan was just a tiny ant that could be crushed to death with just a move of his hand. Who would have thought that now, this ant would transform into an invincible ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex!
And he also changed from a hunter to a prey.
The next moment, Apollo finally came to his senses, turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
A reward worth tens of billions of dollars is certainly tempting!
But if you can't even save your life, what's the use of all that money?
"Fighting energy turns into wings!"
Apollo mobilized his golden fighting energy with all his strength, and two wings sprouted from his back, like a holy angel, which stood out in the night.
In just one breath, he had already swept over a thousand meters and was about to escape.
When Ye Fan saw this, his face was as sinking as water, without sadness or joy, and he said calmly:
"Come back!"
With that said, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in front of him.
This catch seems ordinary and has no power at all.
But Apollo, who was fleeing frantically a thousand meters away, was frozen in the air as if he had been given a restraining spell.
Immediately afterwards, the clothes on his back were torn apart, and five fingerprints appeared on his back, with bones clearly visible.
"Boom!"
The surrounding space was distorted and oscillating...
Invisibly, it was as if a big hand broke through the shackles of space and grabbed Apollo.
Soon, Apollo was forcefully dragged back to Ye Fan by invisible hands and fell heavily to the ground.
Such strange and unpredictable magical powers made him so frightened that he never dared to escape again.
He raised his head slightly and saw Ye Fan holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword, standing against the mountains, ethereal coming out of the dust, just like an ancient Chinese swordsman descending to earth.
Only at this moment did he understand why Li Tingting offered a sky-high price of tens of billions of dollars to reward Ye Fan.
Although this Chinese boy is young, his strength is so terrifying that it cannot be inferred using common sense in the world.
This is not a power that belongs to the world!
…
At this moment, Apollo no longer regained his previous confidence, abandoned all pride, knelt down and begged for mercy:
"Please show me your noble hand, I am willing to use all my wealth to redeem my life!"
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly:
"Those who are not of my race will have different minds! Those who offend China will be punished no matter how strong they are! If you bastards just stay abroad, I won't bother to deal with you! But...since you have come thousands of miles away to kill someone, I won't do it.
Show mercy!”
Hearing this, Apollo's face was ashen, as if he were mourning for his heir, and his intestines were blue with regret.
If he had known this, he would not have been able to take on that task, let alone 10 billion, even if it was 100 billion or 1 trillion.
"but--"
Suddenly, Ye Fan changed the topic and said: "I don't mind giving you a chance! As long as you can take my sword without dying, I will let you live!"
"Are you serious?" Apollo's eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.
"Do I need to lie to you?" Ye Fan asked.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Apollo climbed up from the ground, full of confidence.
The sword energy that looked like a purple lightning dragon just now was certainly extraordinary, but he also had a secret that he didn't use.
"cut!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, a simple word, but it contained shocking power.
The next moment, a sword light shot out.
But this time it was not the sword energy, but the Thunder Tribulation Sword itself.
The light of one sword chilled the fourteen states!
For a moment, the situation changed and the sky and the earth were overturned. In front of this sword, it seemed that there was nothing in the world that could not be shattered.
At this critical moment, Apollo, like magic, conjured up a huge shield and blocked it in front of him.
The shield was engraved with many complicated runes, which instantly bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
Shield of Light!
The supreme artifact of the Holy See - the Shield of Light!
The Holy Holy See is a very terrifying force. It has more than one billion believers around the world, which is no less than a big country.
It is rumored that this treasure was refined by a saint from the Holy See thousands of years ago, who spent his whole life refining it. It contains the power of faith and is indestructible. Even the sharpest divine weapons cannot leave any trace on it.
However, during a holy war, the Shield of Light was mysteriously lost. The Holy See offered a sky-high reward, but the whereabouts of the Shield of Light were never found.
A few years ago, Apollo found this shield of light in a ruins in Western Europe and took it for himself.
He didn't dare to use it openly. Once exposed, he would probably be surrounded and killed by hundreds of millions of followers of the Holy See.
But now, in order to save his life, he had to use this treasure.
"Qiang!"
Finally, the Thunder Tribulation Sword hit the Shield of Light.
"Stab it! Stab it! Stab it..."
Suddenly, a series of shattering sounds were heard, and dense cracks appeared on the indestructible shield of light, splitting into thousands of pieces.
When Apollo saw this, he was completely frightened and wanted to abandon his shield and run away, but in the end he was too late.
"boom!"
The Thunder Tribulation Sword penetrated his body, and the sword carried a sharp edge, swallowing him up like a roaring wave.
Every inch of his skin, every muscle, every bone, and even every cell was torn apart and turned into powder, with not even a trace of dregs left.
The ashes were destroyed, and no bones remained.
After killing the enemy with one sword, the Thunder Tribulation Sword circled in the air and returned to Ye Fan's hand, making a high-pitched sword sound and looking like he was jumping for joy.
After giving birth to the sword spirit, the Thunder Tribulation Sword has completely surpassed other divine weapons. I am afraid that the legendary Xuanyuan Sword of the Holy Path is nothing more than this!
And there are very few people in the world who can take on Ye Fan's sword.
At this time, Ye Fan took out his phone and glanced at the time, thinking to himself:
Although it took some time here, it's still not too late!
None of the killers and underground organizations who dare to set foot in China can escape!