Ye Fan's words were sonorous and powerful, with unrivaled power revealed between the lines.
In the eyes of everyone around him, Ye Fan seemed to have suddenly transformed into a supreme king, who could overwhelm the common people with just one word.
No one can resist his will.
The faces of many monks in the arena changed drastically, large beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and huge waves arose in their hearts.
They never expected that a mere Nascent Soul Stage monk would bring more pressure to them than the Tribulation Immortal!
Frightened by Ye Fan's terrifying pressure, a monk stammered: "Go straight... five kilometers straight inward, you will reach the inner layer of the Burial Sword Sea!"
"Thank you!"
Ye Fan clasped his fists in thanks, then turned around and walked towards the inner floor.
Looking at his leaving figure, the place suddenly exploded.
"Oh my God! Junior Brother Ye is really going to the inner layer, right?"
"This is simply asking for death!"
"Jian Wuya is a swordsman prodigy, and he only dared to enter the inner layer after breaking through to the fourth level of divine transformation! No matter how evil this guy is, if he wants to forcefully break into the inner layer at the Nascent Soul stage, it will still be as difficult as climbing to the sky!
"
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Fan is simply a lunatic!
If he wasn't crazy, how could he break into the inner layer without permission?
Soon, these monks followed Ye Fan closely and headed towards the inner layer.
…
After a while, Ye Fan came to the inner layer.
Looking from a distance, I saw a clear boundary formed there.
The number of ancient swords in the inner layer has dropped sharply, and they are not as dense as the outer layer.
But every ancient sword reveals a domineering sword intent, overwhelming the sky and the earth, as if it wants to destroy everything in the world.
Even from a certain distance, Ye Fan could feel the danger, his scalp was numb, his hairs stood on end, and he was as silent as a cicada.
As others have said, the vast majority of monks in the Divine Transformation Stage will escape death if they break into the inner layer without permission!
The ground at the junction of the inner and outer layers also showed a mottled dark red color. It was unknown how many monks had spilled their blood here, and it would take many years to leave such traces.
"Junior Brother Ye, don't be impulsive!"
Behind, someone kindly persuaded: "You can enter the Burial Sword Sea with your Nascent Soul cultivation level, which is already amazing! If you look back now, no one will laugh at you!"
"Yes! There are many high-grade earth-level spiritual weapons in the outer layer, which are no worse than heaven-level spiritual weapons. Why are you so persistent?"
"Although the magic weapon is good, if your life is wasted for it, it is not worth it!"
Ye Fan heard the words, turned to look at everyone, and said: "Brothers, thank you for reminding me, but I have made up my mind! As a swordsman, you should move forward, be invincible, break mountains when encountering, split water when encountering, break through all the shackles in the world
! Not to mention the mere sword energy in the inner layer, not even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can stop it!"
When he said the last sentence, an unparalleled power burst out from Ye Fan's body, soaring into the sky and filling the entire audience. The invisible spirit seemed to turn into substance.
For a moment, many monks in the venue were shaken, and seemed to be greatly affected, with expressions of shame on their faces.
Compared with Ye Fan's forge ahead, they are obviously far behind.
However, there were also a few people who glanced sideways at Ye Fan and made sarcastic remarks:
"He's just a boy in the Nascent Soul stage, but his tone is outrageous. Do you think he is a true immortal who has overcome the tribulation?"
"Hmph! Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense? Only strength is king!"
"I bet that as soon as he enters the inner layer, he won't even be able to hold on for ten breaths before he will be killed by those terrifying sword energies and his corpse will be separated!"
…
Ye Fan ignored those sarcastic remarks. He always remained calm and walked towards the inner level without changing his expression.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The eyes of the entire audience were focused on him, and everyone held their breath and became extremely nervous.
Ten meters!
Five meters!
Three meters!
Ye Fan was getting closer and closer to the inner layer. When there was still one meter left, he smelled a strong sense of danger. His whole body tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy, and even his heart trembled suddenly.
fear!
horrible!
Even though Ye Fan is only at the peak level of Nascent Soul, relying on the Cang Tian Hegemony, Seven Swords of Beichen, Taishang Seal and other magical powers and secrets, he can fight even against a strong person of the eighth or ninth level of the God Transformation.
However, the heaven-level ancient sword in the inner layer is the weapon of the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation, and it contains the supreme sword intention of the True Immortal Crossing Tribulation.
What's more important is that the ancient sword in the inner layer is not one, but hundreds or thousands.
There are too many!
The sword intentions of so many Tribulation-Transcending True Immortals are gathered together, and their lethality increases exponentially.
With his current strength, it would be a bit reluctant to break through.
However, Ye Fan did not flinch, instead his eyes burned with blazing fire, and his fighting spirit was so high.
We monks, why should we fear a battle?
Give up your life and forget about death, and would rather break than bend!
war!
war!
war!
Before, Ye Fan wanted to compete with Jian Wuya to sharpen his martial arts, but unfortunately he didn't get a good opportunity.
But now, just entering the inner layer is equivalent to fighting hundreds of swordsmen at the same time.
In the eyes of others, this is a life and death crisis!
But in Ye Fan's opinion, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hone himself and accumulate a lot of combat experience.
Of course, except for Ye Fan, no other Nascent Soul stage monk would dare to use so many heaven-level ancient swords as his sparring partner!
This method is really too crazy, just like walking on a tightrope at a height of 10,000 feet. If you are not careful, you will die.
…
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Fan took a big step and finally stepped into the inner layer.
With just this step, the situation changes.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang..."
The sound of high-pitched swords sounded suddenly like the waves crashing on the shore and the Yangtze River bursting its banks.
Feeling that Ye Fan was an "uninvited guest", the countless heaven-level ancient swords in the inner layer all came to life and bloomed with unparalleled brilliance.
The rays of light superimposed together are simply more dazzling than stars, enough to sweep across the heavens and all realms.
In an instant, the sword light enveloped the entire Burial Sword Sea, and even the monks watching from a hundred meters away were enveloped.
Their hair stood on end, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they instinctively wanted to surrender.
Kendo lives on forever!
Even though thousands of years have passed, the ancient sword contains the spiritual will passed down by the True Immortal of Tribulation and has not worn out at all.
Just the aftermath of the leak made people tremble, as if they were transformed into a lonely boat in the storm, swaying uncertainly, and might be swallowed up at any time!
“Swish swish swish!!!”
The endless sword energy surged in like a giant wave, overwhelming Ye Fan and trying to swallow him completely.
Ye Fan did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly used the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and at the same time used the "Wisdom Sword to Break All Laws" and the "Angry Sword to Slaughter the Common People" to fight against the enemy.
"Dang! Dang! Dang..."
The sound of sharp blades clashing came and went one after another.
A few minutes later, Ye Fan finally broke through the last sword energy of the ancient sword. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next wave of more violent attacks swept over him again.
This time, the huge wave of sword energy seemed to have undergone a substantial transformation. The quantitative change caused a qualitative change, turning into a tsunami of sword energy, carrying the power of swallowing the sky and the earth, and pressed towards Ye Fan.
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, the monks who were watching in the distance couldn't help but gasp, and their scalps went numb. They never expected that the sword energy of these heaven-level ancient swords was so terrifying.
"That kid is dead!"
Someone looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at a corpse.
This terrifying tsunami of sword energy was like hundreds of Tribulation Immortals wielding their swords at the same time.
A Yuanying stage monk, no matter how evil he is, cannot withstand an attack of this level.
"not good!"
Ye Fan's face changed drastically, and he felt the pressure of death close at hand.
He quickly inserted the Thunder Tribulation Sword into the ground in front of him, frantically injected his inner energy into it, and shouted:
"The sword of benevolence brings peace in all directions!"
In an instant, a transparent energy shield emerged, wrapping his body tightly.
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
The sword energy of the heaven-level ancient sword was bombarded under the energy shield, endless and never-ending.
"Crack!"
Soon, the energy mask was like fragile tissue paper, vulnerable to a blow. Cracks appeared in an instant, cracked open, and turned into powder.
Immediately afterwards, the sword energy was no longer blocked and blasted towards Ye Fan's body.
In an instant, Ye Fan was covered in bruises, blood and scarlet, and suffered heavy injuries.
