"You can survive to this day only because you are too weak!"
Ye Nantian's tone was calm, as if he was explaining some facts without any provocation.
Hearing these words, many witchcraft masters in the venue were all stunned and extremely angry, as if there was overwhelming anger surging in their chests.
humiliation!
This is the humiliation of red fruit and fruit!
But they had to admit that although Ye Nantian's words were very embarrassing, they were true.
Back then, Ye Nantian came to Leigong Mountain with an invincible appearance and killed all the Wumen without leaving a trace. The blood flowed like a river. All the truly strong men died. As for the weaker ones, they couldn't get into Ye Nantian's house at all.
Fayan, too lazy to take action to obliterate it.
Eighteen years have passed, and those little minions have grown into the backbone of the Wumen today, and they are these people in the arena.
Suddenly, someone pointed at Ye Nantian's nose and yelled:
"Ye Nantian, you now...are either the world-famous Chinese God of War or a cripple with a broken arm!"
"That's right, a mere cripple dares to act arrogant in our witch sect. He is looking for death!"
"We can kill you without the Witch King taking action!"
For a moment, many Wumen masters were excited and wanted to rush over immediately.
"Shut up to me, everyone!"
Suddenly, the Witch King wearing a golden mask let out a coercive shout, then looked at Ye Nantian and said, "Since you have climbed Leigong Mountain, you naturally know the rules of my witch sect!"
"Of course!" Ye Nantian nodded, held his head high and said: "In the witch sect, the strong are respected! I will fight with you in a life-and-death battle. I, alone, will challenge all of you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere suddenly rose in the venue, the atmosphere became extremely depressing, and the temperature seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.
A battle of life and death!
This is the rule of the Wumen. If Ye Nantian can defeat all the strong men present, he can make the entire Wumen bow their heads and obey his demands.
But as long as he fails once, he will die, and even the body will be used by the witchcraft to cultivate poison.
Suddenly, the Witch King turned to look at Ye Fan next to Ye Nantian, and said grimly: "Ye Nantian, who are you, that boy next to you?"
"My son——Ye Fan!" Ye Nantian said loudly, with a hint of pride in his tone.
"The tiger father has no dogs and sons, and the father and son are going into battle! Since you brought your son here, you must be very confident in his strength. We happen to have a few young talents in our witch sect. Why not let them 'compete' first?"
The Witch King said maliciously, and a biting cold light flashed through the pair of eyes under the golden mask.
In the view of the Witch King, if Ye Fan was beaten to death on the spot, it would definitely affect Ye Nantian's state of mind, causing him to lose his mind and create flaws in the subsequent life and death battle.
Of course, these little thoughts of the Witch King could not be hidden from Ye Nantian at all.
Ye Nantian pondered for a moment and suddenly laughed heartily: "Hahaha... Since the Witch King invites you kindly, I have no reason to refuse. Xiaofan, get ready to go on stage. Don't hold back and fight to death!"
"
"good!"
Ye Fan nodded, his face as dark as water, his heart unmoved, and he even felt a little ridiculous.
With Ye Fan's current strength, in the huge witch sect, only the Witch King can compete with him. As for the younger generation of masters, no matter how amazing they are, there is an insurmountable gap between them and him.
No matter how much you come, it's no different than sending yourself to death.
…
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
Ye Fan took a step forward and walked into the witch palace with a meteoric stride. His tall and straight body was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge exposed.
"Bafei, come on!" the Witch King ordered.
"It's [Jiujiu Novel], Master!"
A young man in his early twenties walked out of the crowd,
He is tall and tall, with dark skin. His muscular upper body is like a knife cutting an axe, with bulging muscles full of explosive power. There is also a white bone pendant hanging around his neck, giving him a sinister air.
"hey-hey!"
Ba Fei smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand towards Mark and made a provocative move, and said arrogantly: "Boy, if you are unlucky to meet me, I will break your bones one by one, and use witchcraft to destroy your body."
By extracting the three souls and seven souls, you might be able to refine a high-grade witchcraft weapon!"
"The last one who screamed in front of me, the grass on his grave is already one meter high! It only takes one move to defeat you!" Ye Fan said lightly, not taking him seriously at all.
"presumptuous!"
Ba Fei roared angrily. As a disciple of the Witch King, he was a leader among the younger generation of the Witch Sect, so he naturally had his own pride.
"You brat, go to hell!"
Buffy gritted his teeth and roared. The white bone pendant hanging around his neck suddenly flashed with a blood light, all over his body. His body size increased rapidly, and his joints made a series of crackling sounds. His body suddenly grew to two meters tall, like an ancient tyrannosaurus.
He rushed towards Ye Fan, and there were bursts of sonic booms in the air around him, which showed the fierceness of the charge.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the Wumen masters watching the battle all showed cruel expressions.
"Ba Fei used bloodthirsty tactics, and his combat power doubled. That kid is dead!"
"I bet he won't last more than a minute before he'll be torn apart by Buffy!"
"It won't take that long at all, probably ten seconds will be enough!"
In the eyes of these Wumen masters, Ye Fan was already a corpse with no possibility of survival.
…
"The light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the sun and the moon?!"
Ye Fan sneered, casually raised his right palm, and pressed it towards the void in front of him.
At first glance, this palm has no power at all and cannot even kill a fly.
But the next moment, everyone in the venue felt that the sky suddenly darkened, as if a solar eclipse had occurred, and the entire mountain top was shrouded in shadow.
"What's going on? Is there a solar eclipse?"
Everyone looked up one after another, and an incredible scene appeared in their eyes——
I saw a giant palm suddenly appearing a hundred meters high in the sky, covering the sun and moon, and covering the blue sky.
One palm, covering the sky!
"Oh my god...what's going on?"
The faces of the older generation of witchcraft masters all changed drastically, their scalps went numb, and they looked like they had seen a ghost.
Even from a long distance away, they could feel the terror in this palm, like a mountain pressing down on top, not giving anyone any chance to breathe.
Under the pressure, Ba Fei was even more horrified. A chill that penetrated into his bones surged from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai, as if to freeze his blood and soul together.
fear!
horrible!
He never expected that Ye Fan's random palm would have such terrifying magical power, as if all his life was cut off.
"Boom!"
The giant palm fell from the sky as fast as thunder, leaving him no time to dodge.
In desperation, Buffy could only grit his teeth and raise his arms, trying to resist the blow.
"Kacha!"
The giant palm first smashed his arm, and then continued to press down.
"boom!"
A deafening sound was heard, dust was flying around, and the ground was shaking, as if a small earthquake had occurred.
It took more than half a minute before the movement subsided.
Everyone in the venue stretched out their heads to look around, only to see a giant sunken palm print appearing where Ba Fei was just now, more than ten meters deep.
But in the palm print, there was no figure of Ba Fei at all, only a pool of dark red blood mist remained, indicating Ba Fei's death.
…
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, many Wumen masters around them took a breath of cold air, their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, and their chests seemed to be pressed by a mountain of ten thousand feet, and they were almost suffocating.
You know, Ba Fei is the direct disciple of the Witch King and has extraordinary strength. Who would have thought that he would be killed instantly by Ye Fan after just one encounter.
They never expected that Ye Fan, who looked so young, would have such terrifying strength, which was no less than Ye Nantian eighteen years ago, or even better.
That palm that covered the sky, not to mention Ba Fei, even the masters of the older generation seemed unable to resist it.
However, there was no emotion on Ye Fan's face, as calm as swatting a fly to death, without any effort at all.
For a moment, the venue was silent and deathly silent. Everyone looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at an ancient evil god, full of fear and fear.
"Stab it!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were like a sword cutting through thorns, sweeping over the faces of many young Wumen disciples, and his tone was as cold as ice: