Ye Fan simulated the action of drumming, and only hit it once, but it caused a power that was unimaginable to everyone.
If it doesn't chirp, it's gone; if it chimes, it moves the sky.
This thunderous sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the chests of everyone present.
However, this is not the end, just the beginning.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Ye Fan waved his hands wildly, and the sky was full of afterimages. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if thousands of arms were born, like a Thousand-Armed Guanyin, and the surrounding air seemed to be burning.
With Ye Fan's body as the center, hundreds of thunder and lightning suddenly erupted within a radius of 100 meters, and the lightning flashed like the legendary ocean thunder.
The scene that happened in front of them had an unprecedented visual impact on all the monks present.
You know, even the iron-faced middle-aged man from the Thunder Sect has to rely on thunder pills to summon thunder.
Who would have thought that now Ye Fan could summon thunder from the sky by waving his bare hands? Does he have any special physique?
At this moment, Ye Fan was bathed in thunder, like a thunder god.
Shine with the sun and the moon, dance with the universe!
More importantly, the thunder sound he made was not an ordinary thunder sound, but the sound of the infinite chaotic divine thunder.
Thousands of thunders in the world all come from the Infinite Chaos Divine Thunder. It is not an exaggeration to call it the originator of thunder.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The invisible thunder sound was like a surging tsunami, spreading in all directions.
The originally menacing blood evil ghost thunder, the moment it touched the thunder sound, it was like meeting a nemesis, instantly distorting, shaking, and collapsing...
In just a few breaths, the Blood Fiend Nether Thunder completely disintegrated and disappeared into thin air, as if it had never appeared.
"How can this be?!"
The tough-faced middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly, looking in disbelief.
No one knows better than him how terrifying this bloody ghost thunder is!
This thunder is transformed by the resentment of thousands of evil ghosts, and is so sinister and evil that even those who have reached the ninth level of divine transformation dare not touch its edge.
But now, Ye Fan turned it into powder without any effort.
Such magical means can only be achieved by the True Immortal of Transcending Tribulation, but Ye Fan is just a Nascent Soul Stage monk.
Just when the iron-faced middle-aged man was stunned, invisible thunder and sound waves surged towards him with a devastating force.
"not good!"
The face of the iron-faced middle-aged man changed drastically, and there was an unconcealable look of fear in his eyes.
The disciples of the Thunder Sect are considered the best on Tianshu in terms of attack and destructive power, but they lack physical training.
After all, in a normal battle, as long as they used various thunder techniques, they could kill the enemy. Now facing this extremely terrifying thunder sound, he could even smell the strong aura of death.
"Ho ho ho!"
The iron-faced middle-aged man gritted his teeth and frantically mobilized his inner strength to protect his whole body, hoping to fend off the enemy.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ye Fan's drumming speed became faster and faster, and the drum sound became louder and louder.
The "Shaking Sky Drum Technique" is originally a magical power created by Lei Xingxian Zun, which is unparalleled. In addition, after Ye Fan took Xuan Lei Epiphyllum, its power was doubled.
Endless sound waves are superimposed together, and the sound of the drum is loud, like millions of soldiers beating the drum at the same time.
There was no other sound between heaven and earth, only the deafening drum sound, which was so powerful that it shook the earth.
The surrounding space was torn apart, cracks appeared, and all the sand and stone walls in the valley collapsed.
It's like the end of the world!
Some of the weaker monks in the field couldn't bear it any longer. They spurted out blood and collapsed on the ground. Nearly half of them lost their fighting ability.
As for the remaining people, it was not easy. They tried their best to stand, but they couldn't move, not even the strength to move their fingers.
There are only two people who can truly ignore this terrifying thunder sound.
Princess Hongyi, and the old man in gray robe beside her.
The gauze garment on Princess Hongyi's body is a heaven-level spiritual weapon. When the sound wave is a few inches away from the gauze garment, it will be pushed away by an invisible force, leaving her unharmed.
The old man in gray robe is a true immortal who has overcome the tribulation. An attack of this level cannot hurt him, but a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he looked straight at Ye Fan, wondering what he was thinking about.
…
At the core of the sonic storm.
Under the wash of thunder and sound waves, the iron-faced middle-aged skin was completely torn apart, riddled with holes and dripping with blood, just like a bloody man.
This sound wave not only affected the physical body, but also contained a domineering will, causing his consciousness to begin to collapse.
A thought came to mind of the iron-faced middle-aged man——
"My life is at an end!"
Immediately, his body exploded and turned into blood mist, and even his three souls and seven souls were shattered to pieces in the sound waves.
A generation of strong men is completely dead!
After killing the enemy, Ye Fan also stopped beating the drum.
Peace between heaven and earth is restored again.
The valley was in a mess.
Many of the monks who were so arrogant just now were either paralyzed on the ground, like lambs being slaughtered, or their faces were frightened and their bodies were soaked with sweat, as if they had experienced a great battle.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly, obviously quite satisfied with the destructive power of "Shaking Sky Drum Technique".
At this point, in addition to killing people with the angry sword, he has another magical power of mass destruction.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan opened his legs and walked towards Shang Xiang not far away.
As the eldest son of the Shang family, Shang Xiang possesses the fifth-level cultivation of God Transformation and ranks among the best among the younger generation in Longxiang City.
But under the thunderous sound of the infinite chaos divine thunder, he was still unable to resist, and could only collapse to the ground, hunched over like a shrimp.
After a while, Ye Fan came to him and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes sharp.
Shang Xiang shivered subconsciously, as if he was being targeted by some wild beast. His hair stood up on his back, his spine went cold, and his heart sank to the bottom, as if he was falling into an abyss.
He thought that with a large team of men, he could easily crush Ye Fan to death and seize the treasures.
But he never dreamed that Ye Fan would single-handedly defeat most of his pursuers without asking for help.
"Ye...Ye Fan, I was wrong! I can apologize to you!" Shang Xiang said tremblingly.
"A murderer will always be killed! If you want to kill me, how can I let you go?" Ye Fan asked back, with boiling murderous intent in his eyes as he spoke, as if the god of murder had come to the world.
Seeing that begging for mercy was in vain, Shang Xiang showed a fierce look on his face and gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Fan, you are so aggressive, aren't you afraid of my father? My father is not only the lord of Longxiang City, but he has also broken through and become a true immortal who can transcend the tribulation! If you are
If you dare to lay a finger on me, Father will never let you go!"
"cut!"
Ye Fan curled his lips disdainfully and said: "From the moment I injured your brother Shang Hui, the Shang family will not let me go. If we let you go now, you will not settle the matter when you go back, but will bring more
My helpers are here to hunt me down!
What's more... dignity is never given by others, but earned by one's own strength! I want to kill you, what can you do? Even if your father is here, he can't stop me!"
"you!!!"
Shang Xiang was angry and scared. He didn't expect Ye Fan to act so unreasonably.
"Okay! Without further ado, it's time to send you on your way!"
Ye Fan said, with a move of his right hand, the Divine Burial Sword appeared in his hand.
The blade was ruthless and unparalleled, and there was a strong evil spirit lingering around the blade, as if there were millions of resentful souls wailing.
"No! You can't kill me! Please... spare my life!"
Shang Xiang screamed and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
In the face of death, he dropped all his pride and dignity, groveling like a bereaved dog.
However, facing his begging for mercy, Ye Fan's eyes remained cold and indifferent, and he said calmly:
"Stop being so pretentious, do you think I will let you go?"
"Die!"
After saying this, Ye Fan waved the God Burial Sword, and sword rays surged out.
In Shang Xiang's current state, there is no way he can escape.
The only old man in gray robe who had the strength to save him had no intention of taking action.
Although the Shang family serves the Great Xia Dynasty, it has no direct relationship with the Prince Cheng's Palace.
For a moment, Shang Xiang's life hung on a thread!
Just as he was about to be struck to death by the sword, a thunderous roar came from the sky in the distance:
