Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it was like a thunderbolt falling on the field.
Can't even draw the sword out?!
Everyone present had expressions of disbelief and horror on their faces.
These words can no longer be described as "arrogant", they are simply nonsense.
"How dare you be disrespectful to Mr. Yang! You are seeking death!" A young man named Lu Chuan from Kongwu clenched his fists, as if he was about to rush over and fight Ye Fan at any moment.
As for Yang Qi, who was involved, his eyes were red and he was furious.
You know, he is a famous swordsman genius, even in the inner courtyard where geniuses gather, he can be regarded as the best.
Now, Ye Fan actually made such nonsense, claiming that he would not be able to even pull out the sword.
humiliation!
This is naked humiliation!
No one has ever dared to humiliate him like this!
Yang Qi glared at Ye Fan fiercely, his handsome facial features became twisted and ferocious, boiling anger burned in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Boy, you have successfully aroused my anger! Next, I will use the most extreme sword to harvest your life. No one in the world can save you!"
After saying this, Yang Qi's momentum skyrocketed, and a solid murderous intention spread out in all directions with his body as the center. The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing point, which was extremely bone-chilling.
Many disciples from the outer courtyard were trembling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They could only resist this terrifying aura with all their strength.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Qi's right hand grabbed the hilt of the Soaring Snake Sword.
"Qiang!"
A high-pitched and ferocious sword cry resounded throughout the audience, like the roar of a flying snake.
Immediately, the treasure light soared into the sky, condensing the shadow of a soaring snake in mid-air, and it was the sword spirit in the sword that emerged.
Many spiritual weapons possess weapon spirits, but only heaven-level spiritual weapons can make the weapon spirit reveal its physical form.
Many people in the venue had seen such a strange phenomenon and opened their eyes wide without blinking, for fear of missing some wonderful scene.
…
"Boy, suffer death!"
Yang Qi's voice was cold and cruel, like the death sentence.
When he saw Ye Fan punch Hou Ming, he was determined to kill him.
Regardless of whether Yang Qi admits it or not, it is an indisputable fact that Ye Fan's cultivation talent is far better than his!
In the Nascent Soul stage, one can fight across several realms. Throughout the ten thousand years of Yunhai Immortal Sect's history, such evil geniuses are rare.
Yang Qi is certain that if Ye Fan enters the inner courtyard, he will definitely be favored by a certain elder and accepted as a true disciple.
At that time, it would be impossible for him to deal with Ye Fan again. Instead, Ye Fan had the ability to seek revenge from him.
Because of this, he decided to nip this genius in the cradle no matter what the cost.
"cut!"
Yang Qi shouted loudly, and the inner energy in his body flowed crazily, pouring into the Soaring Snake Sword.
The Soaring Snake Sword roared, as if some terrifying beast was about to awaken, eager to drink the enemy's blood.
Yang Qi has practiced the art of drawing swords, and the speed at which he draws his swords chases light and lightning, as brilliant and brilliant as a meteor, and cannot be stopped at all.
At this most critical moment, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and his semen burst out.
Like a blue dragon opening its eyes!
"boom!"
Within a ten thousandth of a second, an overwhelming force of majestic energy surged out of his body and pressed towards Yang Qi.
Only by building a thousand gold bones can you have one or two Qi!
This majestic energy was obtained after Ye Fan's Heavenly Hegemony broke through to the fifth level.
At that time, the ray of majesty revealed by Ye Fan inadvertently made Ruan Hongli, Lin Tatian, and Duguxin unable to move, and they even wanted to bow their heads and worship.
Now to deal with Yang Qi, this heroic spirit comes in handy.
…
At the same time, Yang Qi felt as if his Qi was locked by some extremely terrifying existence.
He was about to draw the sword out of its sheath when the inner energy in his Dantian was like a tsunami, completely injected into the Soaring Snake Sword.
However, at this time, a towering dam seemed to have appeared invisibly, blocking the surging inner energy.
In an instant, Yang Qi's face turned pale. He was hurt by the internal energy that came back, and his internal organs were seriously injured.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
A full dozen seconds passed, and Yang Qi's right hand still held the sword hilt tightly, not even pulling out an inch.
"Huh?"
This strange scene attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Countless eyes focused on Yang Qi, making him the center of attention.
"In the end what happened?"
"Senior Brother Yang, why haven't you used your special move yet? Even if you have to accumulate strength, it will take such a long time, right?"
"Is it possible... that he was really suppressed by Mark?"
"That's not right! Ye Fan obviously didn't use any moves!"
Many people started whispering.
The majestic energy that Ye Fan possesses is invisible and traceless, let alone invisible to the naked eye. Even ordinary monks cannot capture it with their spiritual consciousness.
So at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Ye Fan just stood there and did nothing.
On the contrary, Yang Qi looked very strange, his face turned red, and his body was trembling, as if he had exerted all his strength.
"Buzz buzz!"
At the same time, the scabbard vibrated, and the Soaring Snake Sword hidden in the scabbard kept vibrating, and it wanted to rush out immediately.
However, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not be pulled out even half an inch.
I follow the path of swordsmanship and use the sword as a weapon.
To a swordsman, a sword is just a cold, dead object, which is a small way and not worthy of the Tao.
The master of swordsmanship is a master of swordsmanship.
The swordsman exerts his will on the sword and controls the sword with his spirit, but in the end he never sees the true path.
The master of swordsmanship regards the sword as his friend.
For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is not only a weapon, but also his brother, a robe-like existence.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "if the sword is with you, you will die with the sword."
This Soaring Snake Sword was once used by Lian Yunzi. Later, Lian Yunzi gave it to Yang Qi. Yang Qi regarded it as a treasure and placed his lifelong faith on the sword.
This sword is like an extension of his body, like an arm commanding and connecting with his mind.
If a swordsman can't even control his own weapon, what's the point of his existence?
But now, when Yang Qi was about to draw his sword to kill the enemy, he actually did what Ye Fan predicted -
Can't pull out the Soaring Snake Sword!
…
At this moment, words cannot describe Yang Qi's shock.
An unprecedented shock and fear enveloped his whole body. Only he knew how dangerous it was now.
Let alone drawing the sword, it is very difficult for Yang Qi to move now. If Ye Fan comes to kill him, it will be a piece of cake.
What's more important is that there were hundreds of disciples from the outer courtyard inside the venue, witnessing all this.
If it continues to be delayed, someone will definitely notice that something is wrong.
If they spread this matter, Yang Qi will definitely become the laughing stock of the entire Yunhai Immortal Sect.
By then, even his second grandfather, Elder Lian Yunzi, will suffer a great loss of reputation.
Whether it is for himself or for the reputation of his second grandfather, he must pull out the sword and use Ye Fan's blood to clear his name!
Thinking of this, Yang Qi's eyes were red, his face was full of violence, and he roared deep in his throat:
"Ho ho ho... Soaring Snake Sword, kill me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he frantically squeezed all the inner energy in his body and poured it completely into his right hand. The strength was superimposed layer by layer, reaching an incredible level.
Such power, not to mention pulling out the sword from the sheath, can even break mountains and rivers, making it invincible.
"Stab la la!"
The Soaring Snake Sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a harsh sound, and was finally pulled out.
One inch, two inches, three inches...
Although the Soaring Snake Sword, which has been suppressed for a long time, has not been completely unsheathed, the sharp and cracking sword energy has already stirred up, as if it is about to kill the world and turn the whole world into a Shura field.
However, when it is pulled out to three inches.
"Click!"
The blade of the sword seemed to be stuck, unable to move forward even half an inch.
Yang Qi's face looked as ugly as constipation, and his wrist seemed to be pressed against a mountain. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.
He looked at Ye Fan, his eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily: "You brat, what kind of magic did you use?!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The outer courtyard disciples who were still confused before are now completely awake.
It turns out that Yang Qi's inability to draw his sword was really because of Ye Fan.
But the next moment, the same question arose in everyone's mind——
From the beginning to the end, Ye Fan stood still, motionless. How did he do it?
