The moon is dark, the wind is high, and the dark clouds are dense.
After experiencing the hustle and bustle during the day, the royal city was quiet at night.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, two figures were flying through the night, heading out of the city.
It was Ye Fan and the disciple of Xuantian Palace.
Along the way, the Xuantian Palace disciple remained silent and moved extremely fast.
About a quarter of an hour later, the two of them traveled dozens of miles and arrived at a dark and remote mountain col.
"arrive!"
The man stopped, his voice was hoarse, and his back was still facing Ye Fan.
Ye Fan also stopped, but there was no trace of Mu Qingxuan [www.biquger.me] around. It was obviously not the place where Xuantian Palace was staying, but it gave off a sinister atmosphere.
Suddenly, Ye Fan looked around and found a very scary scene——
In the mountain col not far away, there are hundreds of earthen graves erected, some with tombstones and some without.
This place is clearly a mass grave!
"You are not a disciple of Xuantian Palace!" Ye Fan looked at the man's back from a distance and asked sternly: "Tell me, who are you and what is your purpose!"
"Jiejiejie..."
Suddenly, the man let out a hoarse and sinister laugh, which was creepy.
"I really didn't expect that the famous champion, a foolhardy man, would be deceived by me so easily!"
As he said that, the man turned around, and his facial features changed completely from before.
His skin was as pale as paper, and he looked to be in his early thirties. His nose was high and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a strange arc.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, he made a big move, and a blood-red cloak suddenly appeared on his body. The brilliance shone like the blood of an enemy flowing on it.
"The Bloody Marquis?"
Although the tone was questioning, Ye Fan had already confirmed the identity of this person in his heart, and it was none other than the notorious Blood-clothed Hou Wei Wuji.
Ye Fan had already received news before that the prince and the blood-clothed Hou Banshi had made a triumphant return and had returned to the royal city.
"Hou Yihou, you and I have no grievances, why did you pretend to be a disciple of Xuantian Palace and lead me to this mass grave?" Ye Fan shouted, with inner strength in his voice.
"People of the Ming Dynasty don't tell secret stories! You were the one who killed my brother Wei Yong! Don't think about making excuses. I am good at a secret skill. Anyone who kills my closest relatives will not be able to escape the eyes of the police!"
The Bloody Marquis said, his deep eyes revealed a sinister light, and he stared straight at Ye Fan, which contained unforgettable hatred.
Now that the other party has mentioned this, Ye Fan simply admitted: "Wei Yong, I was the one who killed him! He wanted to kill me, and I fought back. Is there anything wrong with him?"
"presumptuous!"
The Bloody Marquis let out a loud roar, his facial features became extremely distorted, his expression was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Wei Yong is my biological brother, no one in this world dares to lay a finger on him, and you...you actually killed him,
The crime deserves death!!!”
"Tch!" Ye Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said: "Is he only allowed to kill people and not allow others to kill him? This is ridiculous! Bloody Marquis, you lured me out tonight, could you be trying to avenge him? Here you go!
Just give me a piece of advice and disappear in front of me immediately, otherwise you may risk your life!"
"a ha ha ha……"
The Blood-clothed Marquis suddenly let out a burst of unbridled laughter and said: "Champion Marquis, you are bolder and more arrogant than I thought. You dare to challenge me at this time! You think you have defeated a few Xuantian Palace disciples?
Can you do whatever you want? Let me tell you - I am a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul, and it will be easy to kill you! This mass grave is the burial place I chose for you!"
The Xueyi Hou's words were extremely overbearing, as if he was sure to defeat Ye Fan.
In the central square during the day, he had seen Ye Fan defeat Guo Yang and Wang Ying, and even cut off dozens of arenas with one sword.
However, he has absolute confidence in himself.
The world ranks Xueyihou among the top ten strongest men in the Qian Kingdom, but in fact, his strength is as stable as the top three.
Unlike other masters, the Bloody Marquis came from a humble background. He has been practicing in the army for more than twenty years and has experienced countless battles.
All his moves and techniques are pure killing techniques.
In the battle of life and death, he has the confidence to kill all enemies.
Moreover, the Bloody Marquis has already made a plan. As long as he kills Ye Fan here, chops the body into minced meat and buries it, no one will notice.
Even if the royal family traces it, they can't find him.
…
"Zheng!"
Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded.
In the hands of the Blood-clothed Marquis, there is a blood-colored long sword. There are faint cloud patterns on the blade. Even from a certain distance, you can feel the murderous intent in it. It is unknown how many enemies' blood it has been stained with.
He rarely uses a sword because there are only a few strong men who can force him to use weapons.
But what he is really good at is the sword, and most of the people who have seen him use the sword have been killed.
"Boy, it's your honor to die by my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wuji's figure flashed and seemed to disappear at an extremely fast speed.
Immediately, a blood rainbow appeared in mid-air, Ling Tian's sword intent gathered in it, and the surrounding air was burned until it boiled.
"Blood Sword Burning Heaven!"
The Blood-clothed Marquis didn't hold anything back, and with the power of killing and destruction, he attacked Ye Fan at an incredible speed.
When he attacked Cangyun City in the Qiang Kingdom before, he used this sword to forcefully penetrate the gate of Cangyun City and achieved great success.
But now using this trick to deal with Ye Fan, in his opinion, is like killing a chicken with a bull's knives, which is sure to happen.
Facing this menacing sword, Ye Fan neither summoned the Thunder Tribulation Sword nor dodged it. Instead, he raised his right fist and faced it, trying to strike the Blood Sword with his bare hands.
"court death!"
Seeing his action, the Blood-clothed Marquis seemed to be greatly despised, and the power of the blood sword became three points stronger, as if it could pierce everything in the world, and it was unstoppable.
"Get out of here!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and the immortal golden elixir in his Dantian worked crazily. Peiran Moyu's internal energy was like a volcano erupting, injected into his right fist, and the nine major acupoints in his right arm were opened at the same time, and the power increased by several times. times.
"boom!"
The light above the fist exploded, blooming with a dazzling light, like a red sun, which could be seen clearly from dozens of miles away.
With one punch, it was like a god pushing the sun and moon forward, running over the sky, suppressing mountains and rivers, causing the wind and clouds to change color, and ghosts and gods to be frightened.
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound suddenly sounded.
In an instant, the bloody sword was like paper, instantly shattered and turned into powder, leaving no fragments behind.
The force of the fist was gone until it was gone, and then it moved forward and hit the Xueyi Hou's body forcefully.
The Bloody Marquis was like a kite with its string cut off, flying hundreds of meters and breaking countless unknown tombs before falling to the ground, vomiting blood.
The next moment, he endured the pain and raised his head, his eyes widened, looking at Mark from a distance, with an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.
"No! Impossible! How can you be so powerful?!"
Because of the intense shock, Hou Xueyi's voice became high-pitched and sharp, like a duck being strangled by the throat.
In his opinion, no matter how amazing and talented Ye Fan is, he is still a young monk, only at the golden elixir level, and his strength is enough to suppress Ye Fan to a great level.
However, Ye Fan's punch just now was so abnormal that it almost subverted their world view.
It is obviously a mortal body, but it is much harder than a spiritual weapon, and its powerful inner energy is even more vast and majestic, like a towering mountain pressing down on it.
With just one punch, he was seriously injured.
What kind of terrifying strength is this?
It wasn't until this moment that the Bloody Marquis truly realized that Ye Fan was so powerful that he was definitely not something he could resist.
On the other side, Ye Fan's face remained unchanged, calm as usual, and his right fist was unscathed, as if he had just done something trivial.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
Ye Fan suddenly opened his legs, walked to the Xueyi Hou, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Actually, I noticed something was wrong from the beginning, but I didn't know your identity, so I simply took advantage of it. Let's see.
What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"
"You... why are you so trusting? Aren't you afraid?" the blood-clothed Hou asked tremblingly.
"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "All conspiracies and tricks are vulnerable in the face of absolute strength!"