Chapter 1972 One sword kills one hundred thousand!
Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it contained absolute confidence, as if he was speaking the most truth between heaven and earth, without any room for doubt or refutation.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Peng Wuji was stunned for a moment, and the proud smile on his face froze for an instant, and after a few seconds, it turned into unprecedented anger.
His handsome face had become distorted, the veins on his forehead were bulging, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were twitching, and a blade-like cold light erupted from his golden pupils.
"Boy, are you... looking down on me?!"
Peng Wuji's voice was hoarse and extremely angry. There seemed to be overwhelming anger surging in his chest, almost making his blood boil.
In terms of pure combat prowess, he is not the more powerful among the demon clan’s geniuses!
But in a speed competition, he has never been afraid of anyone in his life!
Even among the Peng Clan, except for his father, the other older generation of Peng Clan experts cannot compare with him.
This demonic talent for speed also created the pride and arrogance in his character.
He can tolerate other types of abuse, but he doesn't allow others to question his speed.
But now, Mark's contempt deeply touched his nerves.
"Stab it!"
Peng Wuji's eyes were like lightning tearing through the sky, piercing straight towards Ye Fan, angrily scolding: "You brat, you want to defeat me just by relying on that tattered wooden sword in your hand? It's the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
Although Peng Wuji is the son of the Demon King and has seen countless ancient treasures, he has no access to divine weapons at the level of holy weapons. After all, there are not many of them on the entire Tianshu Planet.
Moreover, the Wuxiang Sword is too inconspicuous. It neither absorbs divine flowers nor has any formation patterns carved on it. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary wooden sword.
Only a great master of weapon refining like Yue Linfeng can recognize the mystery of this sword.
In addition, the Green Dragon King, the Ancestor of the Bodhisattva and others did not realize the magic of the Wuxiang Sword when they saw it for the first time.
…
"Okay, okay!"
Suddenly, Peng Wuji was so angry that he laughed back: "Boy, who gave you the courage? Then let's compete to see who is faster! Just draw your sword, even if you strike with hundreds of swords or thousands of swords,
Thousands of swords can’t touch a single feather of mine!”
Hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of joking, and he said coldly:
"This is what you said, then I will draw the sword!"
"The first move of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique——"
"Behead the heaven and the earth!"
Ye Fan's voice echoed throughout the audience.
The art of slaying the sky and drawing the sword?
Hearing this word, Peng Wuji thought about it in his mind. There was no similar magical power in the ruins, so he didn't panic too much, and his eyes kept staring at Ye Fan's right hand holding the sword, intently.
One second!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
Several seconds passed, and Ye Fan still maintained the posture of holding the sword. His feet were rooted and motionless, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to launch an attack.
"Boy, why haven't you drawn your sword yet? Do you want to delay time in this way?" Peng Wuji shouted.
"hehe……"
Ye Fan smiled faintly and said nothing, but looked at Peng Wuji as if he was looking at an idiot.
Peng Wuji was about to curse, but he felt a sharp pain coming from his right wing.
Heartbreaking!
Deep into the bone marrow!
The kind of severe pain that ordinary people can't even imagine, like millions of knives cutting your skin and piercing your bones...
"what happened?"
Peng Wuji's face changed wildly, he was no longer as arrogant as before, and a strong ominous premonition arose in his heart.
He turned his head subconsciously and saw a flat, smooth crack on his right wing.
At some point, his wings were cut off at the root!
"Crash..."
The bright red blood splashed out from the wound like a fountain, blooming with blood lotuses in the air, which was shocking.
"Ahhh!"
Almost at the same time, Peng Wuji's screams resounded through the sky and reached the sky. The shrillness in the voice was terrifying and terrifying.
"thump!"
Because he lost his wings, Peng Wuji could not maintain his balance. His body and right wing fell to the ground together, making a dull sound, as if he had fallen from the clouds into the mortal world, full of dust, and extremely embarrassed.
…
This sudden scene exceeded everyone's expectations.
The human masters on the top of the city were all dumbfounded, their bodies frozen in place as if they had been petrified.
"Oh my God! Am I delusional? Someone pinch me!"
"Peng Wuji, who is world-famous for his speed, did not dodge Mr. Ye's sword and had his wings cut off?"
"What happened just now? I didn't see Mr. Ye draw his sword at all!"
"Is there anyone in this world who is faster than the Peng clan?"
For a moment, the sound of exclamation resounded throughout the audience.
Everyone originally thought that this would be a wonderful showdown, with you chasing each other and going back and forth.
After all, Peng Wuji had already shown amazing speed before, circling the city hundreds of times in a few breaths, and even split the clothes of many strong men without anyone noticing.
In their view, even if Ye Fan could achieve the final victory, it would probably be a difficult and fierce battle, requiring at least three hundred rounds.
Who knew... this would actually be a one-sided crushing!
In fact, no one saw Ye Fan's movements clearly. Even powerful men like Yue Linfeng, Qingjiao King, and the Ancestor of the Huren did not know what happened.
Ye Fan's sword was inherited from "The Art of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword," and it was the unique skill of a certain mysterious immortal.
Even Ye Fan went through a lot of hardships in order to cultivate this peerless magical power, and he didn't know how much energy he spent on it.
But there is no doubt about the power of this sword-drawing technique, which has reached the extreme speed.
A sword shot out, chasing light and seizing electricity, time seemed to stop, and the whole world was frozen.
Peng Wuji's ultimate speed is a thousand times the speed of sound, but Ye Fan's sword just now was dozens of times faster.
“Pfftttttttttttttt!!!”
Just when everyone was shocked, another series of tearing sounds came from high in the sky.
The right wings of the 100,000 Peng warriors were all broken and chopped off by the invisible sword energy. No one was spared.
"Crash..."
The red blood fell from the sky like a downpour, instantly dyeing the earth red, as if turning the place into a Shura purgatory.
"Ahhh!"
"My wings are broken!"
"It hurts...it hurts me to death..."
"Asshole! What happened?!"
One hundred thousand Peng warriors wailed in unison, in agony.
While screaming, they also fell to the ground one after another, as if they were knocked down from the mortal world by gods.
In front of the city gate.
Ye Fan still stood proudly, holding the Phaseless Sword, his eyes were indifferent, and there was no emotion on his face.
And at his feet, within a radius of 10,000 meters, blood flowed into rivers, and mourning was everywhere.
