Ye Fan shouted wildly and loudly, resounding throughout the entire martial arts arena.
For a moment, the whole place was dead silent and completely silent.
Tens of thousands of Xuantian Palace disciples all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Mark's eyes, and even their breathing was suffocated.
Previously, Ye Fan claimed that he would kill Zheng Zhanpeng with one move. Everyone ridiculed him and regarded him as a complete fool!
And now, Ye Fan has really done it!
Is this more than just a flash sale?
That overbearing punch directly knocked Zheng Zhanpeng into ashes, leaving no bones or scum left.
You know, Zheng Zhanpeng is not a little guy, but a senior brother of Xuantian Palace, the most amazing and talented disciple in the past hundred years, who has reached the realm of god transformation at a young age.
If nothing unexpected happens, Zheng Zhanpeng will become the Tribulation Immortal in a few years and succeed Jiang Ying as the new palace master of Xuantian Palace.
However, Zheng Zhanpeng died before he could shine his own light.
"snort!"
Fu Kuishan snorted coldly, a sullen look flashed in his eyes, and he was obviously really angry.
He regarded Zheng Zhanpeng as his son-in-law candidate, but Zheng Zhanpeng died tragically in front of him. Where did this put his face?
"Seventh brother, come on! Let this kid know how powerful our Fu family is!" Fu Kuishan ordered.
"yes, Sir!"
A middle-aged man in black walked out, with a Chinese-character face, an aquiline nose, eyebrows like swords, and cold eyes, and his movements revealed surging vitality.
This person's name is Fu Lin, he ranks seventh in the Fu family, and he is also a strong person in the seventh-level realm of transformation.
Moreover, his level of cultivation is far stronger than that of the five elders of Xuantian Palace, and is infinitely close to the eighth level of divine transformation.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
Fu Lin walked towards Ye Fan at the edge of the ring, shouting at the same time: "Boy, you are a disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Sect. You should have a bright future if you can cross the border and kill the cultivators of the gods! But you should never do this.
You shouldn’t have offended our Fu family. Do you have any last words to say before you die?!"
His tone was extremely domineering, as if he was sure of victory.
Although Ye Fan defeated Zheng Zhanpeng with one punch, it did not make him fearful.
There are nine turns in the realm of transformation into gods, one for each level.
The seventh turn is a watershed.
Monks in this realm control yin and yang, dominate the universe, and use supreme supernatural powers to create domains within a certain range around themselves.
In the field, facing enemies who are weaker than yourself, you are an invincible existence, and can even change the rules of heaven and earth, just like a god!
Now, Ye Fan handed over the Divine Burial Sword to Cao Yunxi, defenseless.
Therefore, in Fu Lin's eyes, he is as weak as an ant and has no deterrent effect.
"cut!"
Ye Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said coldly: "Seventh Transformation of God, what can I show off? It's not like I haven't killed anyone before!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and many people's facial muscles twitched, completely shocked by these wild words.
A Nascent Soul monk clamoring to kill a strong man in the seventh stage of transformation is like a primary school student trying to compete with the world's fighting champion. It's really ridiculous!
However, Fu Lin's face darkened. He felt absolute confidence from Ye Fan's words and was not bluffing.
"Are you...really confident to defeat me?" Fu Lin asked subconsciously, fearing that Ye Fan might have some trump card.
"No!"
Ye Fan shook his head.
Hearing this, Fu Lin let out a long sigh of relief and secretly thought that he was worrying too much.
Who knows the next moment, Ye Fan looked at Fu Lin and said again:
"I don't have the confidence to defeat you, but I have the confidence to kill you!"
"Killing you is easy!"
…
Ye Fan's voice was calm and straightforward, as if he was explaining some truth and truth without any exaggeration.
Hearing this, almost everyone present was stunned, dumbfounded, and dumbfounded. Their souls seemed to have been hit by an unprecedented impact, and they could not describe their feelings at this moment in words.
"Okay, okay!"
Fu Lin laughed angrily, his eyes were blazing, he glared at Ye Fan angrily and said: "Over the years, I have seen many unparalleled geniuses, but this is the first time I have seen one as arrogant as you! Boy, I have a lot of experience in the world.
At that time, your grandfather wasn't born yet, are you really bullying my Fu family into having no one?!"
"boom!"
Suddenly, a ferocious, cruel, violent and violent aura erupted from Fu Lin's body, spreading in all directions like a tide, the evil aura soared into the sky, and the ghosts and gods dispersed.
In an instant, the entire martial arts arena was covered by this evil spirit.
Some of the Xuantian Palace disciples with weak cultivation levels felt their scalps numb, and they felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Cap, as if their blood and souls were frozen.
"Field - open!"
Fu Lin shouted loudly, opened the field, and enveloped himself and Ye Fan.
In an instant, Ye Fan seemed to be separated from the world, unable to feel the vitality of the outside world.
Fu Lin has also undergone incredible changes. He is like an ancient demon king, with the sky above his head and the earth under his feet. He alone exudes a powerful aura that shakes the nine heavens and ten earths and suppresses all heavens and worlds.
It seems like you can kill hundreds of millions of creatures in the world with just a few clicks of your fingers.
Feeling the tremendous pressure in the field, Ye Fan remained calm and thought.
The next moment, a wooden sword appeared in his hand.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
All the eyes of the audience were focused on the wooden sword.
In everyone's opinion, because Ye Fan is so generous, he must have some trump card or treasure.
However, after a moment, confusion, confusion, and disbelief appeared in everyone's eyes.
They did not feel any spiritual power from this wooden sword, and its material was very ordinary. It was just wood that could be seen everywhere on the street stalls, and it was not worth a few copper coins.
The troops of any person present are far stronger than this wooden sword.
Trying to defeat Fu Lin with this wooden sword is simply a fool's errand.
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Fu Lin burst into unbridled laughter: "Boy, if you hold the God Burial Sword, you may still pose a slight threat to me! But this kind of thing is not even comparable to the most rubbish yellow-level spiritual weapon, so I won't give it to you.
Even if I stand still and let you chop me for a hundred years, you won't be able to do any harm to me!"
"Oh? Really?"
Ye Fan held the sword in one hand, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Fu Lin looked at him coldly and sneered: "I'm about to die, and I'm still making mysteries. I won't talk nonsense to you anymore! I am a god in the realm, so die!"
"Billions of times gravity!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a rainbow light fell from the sky and struck Ye Fan.
"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha..."
In an instant, the ground under Ye Fan's feet seemed to be bombarded by the Optimus Pillar, cracking into dense cracks.
…
"not good!"
Seeing this scene, the face of the palace master Xiao Shoutian in the distance changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "Fu Lin not only opened the realm, but also controlled gravity! I am afraid that Ye Fan will not be able to escape this disaster and will perish here!"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxuan's delicate body next to her trembled greatly, and a look of sorrow flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she was helpless.
Suppose a person weighs 70 kilograms and is subjected to hundreds of millions of times of gravity, which is equivalent to seven million tons.
This is not a mountain of seven million tons pressing down on you.
Instead, seven million tons of pressure acts evenly on every part of the body. Every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, and the internal organs bear such a weight.
Not to mention a mere Nascent Soul stage monk, even a strong person at the fifth or sixth level of divine transformation cannot bear it. His body will be crushed to pieces in an instant and his flesh and blood will be blurred.
Fu Lin's face showed excitement, as if he was looking forward to the scene of Ye Fan's tragic death.
However, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
A full half minute passed, and Ye Fan was still standing where he was, unscathed, not even a single hair damaged.
"What...is going on?" Fu Lin's face changed wildly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
But he didn't know that Ye Fan had the body of heaven and had many adventures. He had been transformed by the fire of Nirvana and the golden flame of the sun, and he had also been baptized by the light of destiny.
In terms of pure physical strength, even a strong man who has transformed into nine gods cannot compare with him.
Just when Fu Lin was stunned, Ye Fan raised his head slightly, with an even bigger smile on his lips, looked at him and said:
"Now that you've made your move, it's my turn next!"