Ye Fan's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing the chests of everyone present.
The young disciples who were clamoring just now to crush Ye Fan to ashes were all speechless, holding their breaths, not even daring to fart.
Although Ye Fan only made one move, the giant palm covering the sky was too terrifying.
Kill the enemy and establish your authority!
Just like Ye Fan said, whoever comes on stage at this time is no different from dying.
Several minutes passed, and the venue was deathly silent. No one came out to challenge Ye Fan.
"a ha ha ha……"
Ye Fan laughed loudly and said: "What bullshit witchcraft? It turns out to be a group of cowardly rats. You are the only rabble who still practice witchcraft. You might as well go home and plant sweet potatoes!"
Hearing this naked humiliation, the faces of the older generation of witchcraft masters suddenly turned gloomy, uglier than eating shit.
If this scene spreads out, how can their witch sect establish its authority in the Miao territory?
At this moment, the Witch King finally couldn't sit still, with a fierce look in his eyes, he pointed at Ye Fan fiercely and said: "Whoever kills this kid, I will teach him the "Ancestral Witch Scripture"!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The eyes of those young disciples suddenly revealed a look of covetousness and greed.
You must know that the "Ancestral Witch Sutra" is the holy book of witchcraft. Only the Witch King can practice it. It records countless powerful witchcrafts and can even summon the legendary twelve ancestral witches. If one can practice the "Ancestral Witch Sutra",
That is equivalent to the unofficial candidate for the next Witch King.
Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man!
Soon, a black-faced sorcerer walked out of the crowd.
"You brat, let me come and meet you!"
"Sakado... Imoda... Abafif..."
The black-faced sorcerer muttered a few spells, and then his body underwent incredible changes, turning into a mist, as if he had no body.
Even from a certain distance, one can feel the extremely evil aura from the black mist, which is creepy and shuddering.
"Whoosh!"
The black mist swept towards Ye Fan, and there was a sizzling sound in the air, as if anyone who was touched by the black mist would be ecstasy and gnaw away at the bones.
Looking at the menacing black fog, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlined a sarcastic smile, and said lightly:
"The Eyes of the Burning Sky!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two flames the size of fingernails suddenly appeared in the depths of Ye Fan's eyes.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two pure white fire pillars spurted out, carrying the power of burning the sky and destroying the world, and hit the black mist.
"Ahhh!"
A hysterical scream came out from the black fog, which contained indescribable pain.
The black-faced sorcerer could not maintain the state of black mist at all, and instantly changed back to his human form, but the Nanmingli fire had spread all over his body. From a distance, he looked like a burning man, rolling on the ground.
However, he didn't flutter for long. In less than ten seconds, Nan Mingli's fire completely burned him through, and he was completely destroyed. Not even his ashes were left.
"Ho ho ho!"
Another sorcerer's eyes were red and his eyes were about to burst. He gritted his teeth and roared: "You brat, how dare you kill my senior brother, I will knock your skull off!"
As he spoke, the sorcerer took a white bone flute from his waist, put it to his mouth and started playing.
A burst of high-pitched and harsh music suddenly sounded, and the devilish sound filled his ears, as if to destroy Ye Fan's will.
"How dare you show off your ugliness even though you are a trivial person?" Ye Fan showed disdain on his face.
This kind of spiritual attack may have the power to kill a warrior who only cultivates the physical body, but trying to use it to deal with Ye Fan is simply a dream.
"Hmph! I'll show you the real divine attack - the immortal-killing flying knife!"
With a thought in Ye Fan's mind, his pure consciousness condensed an invisible flying knife above his head, which turned into a white rainbow and instantly disappeared into the sorcerer's eyebrows.
"thump!"
The sorcerer was shaken all over and fell to the ground immediately. Although there did not appear to be any wounds on the surface, his three souls and seven souls had been wiped out and he was completely dead.
Seeing this strange move, the Witch King's eyes from afar showed unconcealable shock and horror.
Others may not be strong enough to see the mystery of that blow, but the Witch King can capture the trajectory of the invisible flying knife and feel the terrifying power. Even he himself does not dare to attack hard and can only avoid it.
Its edge.
"kill!"
"Blood debts can only be paid with blood!"
"Kill this kid and avenge the brothers!"
"We have so many masters in the witch sect, why can't we do anything to this kid?"
For a moment, all the young disciples of the Wumen were furious, and they rushed towards Ye Fan one after another, trying to kill him.
However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
Ye Fan showed great power and was merciless. Every single strike had the power to destroy the world and destroy the world instantly. No one could survive the second move in his hands.
Ye Fan is like a god from ancient times and is simply invincible.
…
A quarter of an hour later, a scene like Shura hell appeared in the Witch Palace.
Red blood, broken bones, scattered corpses, broken weapons...
In the witch sect, life and death competition is synonymous with "cruelty".
Every sorcerer who fights is determined to die!
However, at this moment, this was not a fight at all, but a one-sided massacre.
"Kacha!"
After Ye Fan broke another sorcerer's neck, he scanned the audience and asked coldly:
"Who else?"
Three simple words, but they contain a lot of murderous intent.
The remaining young disciples of the Wumen took a step back subconsciously, unable to hide the look of horror on their faces, and they did not dare to look at Ye Fan at all.
Those who can practice in the witch palace are all the best in the witch sect, and their strength cannot be underestimated. But when they see Ye Fan, a domineering and invincible person, they have long been frightened, as if they were humble ants.
The Nine Heavenly Dragons can only bow their heads and surrender.
With the power of one person, he penetrated the entire witch palace and trampled all the younger generation disciples of the witch sect under his feet...
"enough!"
Suddenly, the Witch King said: "Ye Nantian, you really gave birth to a good son! This round of life and death competition is over, you win!"
The Witch King's tone seemed calm, but his heart was already bleeding.
To train a sorcerer requires countless manpower and material resources. The loss of so many young disciples is a serious injury to the sorcerer palace, and it will take at least several years to recover.
"Hahaha……"
Ye Nantian let out a heroic laugh and took a step forward. His unparalleled aura came out of his body and shot straight into the sky. He said with great energy: "Witch King, now that the battle of the younger generation is over, it's time to
It's my turn! Tell me, who are you going to send first?"
When the Witch King heard this, he walked out from the crowd, confronted Ye Nantian from a distance, and said: "As the Witch King, I should naturally take the lead!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many Wumen masters around them changed greatly, and they all tried to persuade them:
"Master Witch King, you must not do this!"
"You have a body of ten thousand gold, how can you put yourself in danger?"
"Let us go on stage first and test his background!"
…
"Hmph!" The Witch King sneered and asked, "What? Do you think I can't defeat Ye Nantian?"
"Of course not!" Many Wumen masters shook their heads immediately.
"That's enough!" The Witch King turned to look at Ye Nantian again and said: "Ye Nantian, eighteen years ago, you bloodbathed the Witch Palace, and I will always remember this grudge! Since you have come to my door today, I will
No mercy!"
Hearing these words, Ye Nantian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
According to common sense, the Witch King should let other masters challenge him to test his strength and moves.
But now, the Witch King directly goes into battle, which shows that he has absolute confidence in his own strength.
"Okay!" Ye Nantian nodded and said in a deep voice: "Let's take action and have a good fight!"
"boom!"
Suddenly, a vast and majestic force burst out from the Witch King's body, spreading in all directions and dispersing the clouds on the top of the mountain. Only by trying their best, the masters of the Witch Sect could barely stand still.
Before taking action, the Witch King showed extremely powerful strength and was worthy of being the leader of the Witch Sect.
Immediately afterwards, the Witch King stepped on strange steps, like a dancing master, and muttered words in his mouth:
"Witch God from ancient times, your most devout believer, please come to me——"