Ye Fan stood in front of the collapsed Wuliang Palace, with his hands behind his hands and a stern look in his eyes.
The sun shone on his body, as if he had been covered with a layer of battle clothes, shining brightly.
Even if he stood still, there was a domineering will in his body, which made him stand out from the crowd.
No matter how strong or true you are, in his eyes, you are just an ant!
As soon as Ye Fanfu appeared, he brought strong oppression to many disciples of Wuliang Sword Sect.
Everyone's hearts seemed to be weighed down by a high mountain, making it difficult to even breathe.
At this time, an old man in Taoist robes walked out of the depths of Wuliang Sword Sect.
The old man wore a jade crown on his head and an obscure Taoist robe. There were no extraneous ornaments on the Taoist robe, and there was only a small "sword-shaped" totem on the skirt, giving people a sharp and unparalleled feeling.
This person is the great elder of Wuliang Sword Sect.
Previously, Wuliang Sword Lord took more than a dozen elders from the sect to Dragon Burial Valley to join forces to surround and kill Ye Fan.
And this great elder stayed in the sect to take charge.
Once Lord Wuliang Sword died, he became the person with the highest cultivation level in the sect.
But at this moment, a particularly solemn expression appeared on the great elder's face, and he looked straight at Ye Fan and asked:
"Young man, you...are the descendant of the Yunhai Immortal Sect?"
"That's right!"
Ye Fan spoke calmly, with no change on his face. At first glance, it looked like a peaceful sea with no waves.
But beneath the calm surface, there are actually storms brewing.
Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, the great elder was still shocked when he received the affirmative answer. He never expected that the eternal first genius would be so young.
What he didn't expect was that Ye Fan looked unscathed and full of energy.
You must know that the remaining people of the Nine Ancient Sects did not witness the battle in Dragon Burial Valley, and could only estimate the outcome through the messy battlefield.
According to their expectations, Ye Fan won by luck and left the Dragon Burial Valley alive. However, after fighting eight sect masters and hundreds of true immortals, he would definitely not be easy. He didn't know where to hide to recuperate, and he would need to rest for at least three years.
Five years!
Maybe... escape directly from the ruins and escape back to Yunhai Xianmen!
Because of this, neither the Wuliang Sword Sect nor several other ancient sects were on guard.
Who would have thought that at this moment, Ye Fan would come to kill him!
This is beyond everyone's expectations. For the Wuliang Sword Sect, if they are not careful, they will face a disaster!
"Qiang!"
Suddenly, a sword sound sounded like a dragon's roar.
The Phaseless Sword that was shot out before broke out of the ruins of Wuliang Palace, circled in the air, and flew back to Ye Fan's hand.
Previously, because the speed was too fast, the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect couldn't see clearly what the sword looked like.
Now I can see clearly that from the outside, it is just an ordinary wooden sword with nothing mysterious about it.
But everyone knows that this is a sacred weapon, and it was the weapon of Yunhai Immortal Lord ten thousand years ago!
Let me ask... who dares to ignore it?
"Ye Fan, what exactly do you want to do when you come to Wuliang Sword Sect?" the great elder asked loudly.
Ye Fan looked at him from a distance, his eyes were like daggers, and he said coldly:
"I have always been clear about grudges when doing things! Since the nine ancient sects of yours have joined forces to surround me, you must be prepared for revenge! Not only the Wuliang Sword Sect, Tiance Mansion, Taishang Sect, Samsara Palace... the nine major sects
No one can escape! The feat that Yunhai Immortal Master could not accomplish back then will be accomplished by me!"
Ye Fan's voice was straightforward and calm, without the slightest hint of threat, as if he was explaining some fact.
However, many disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect in the arena were shocked and horrified.
Although the sun was shining brightly at the moment, their bodies felt as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
The sword that shattered the Infinite Palace just now showed them how powerful Ye Fan was, plus there were so many legendary stories about Ye Fan before.
Now in the hearts of these disciples, Ye Fan is like an undefeated god, almost invincible!
If he went on a killing spree, everyone in the venue might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"snort!"
Suddenly, the great elder took a step forward, and his aura suddenly surged, exuding the majesty of an emperor dominating the world. Invisible ripples even appeared in the air, and the surging energy spread.
The two swords on his left and right waist also trembled, as if they were about to be unsheathed.
"Huh?"
Feeling the momentum from the great elder, Ye Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Are you also a powerful person at the sect master level?"
"That's right!"
The Great Elder held his head high and said with pride: "A hundred years ago, I secretly passed through the seventh level of heavenly tribulation. Now I am only one step away from overcoming the eighth level of tribulation! In terms of strength, I am even more immeasurable.
Above the Sword Lord! Boy, do you dare to fight with me? Today, you will die by my sword!"
The words of the great elder were extremely domineering.
Of course, he is not talking nonsense, but he is proud of it.
Within the sect, his status seems to be inferior to that of Wuliang Sword Lord, but in fact, he is only one step away from breaking through the bottleneck and being promoted to the eighth level of transcending tribulation, becoming an ancestor-level figure.
And this is within the mountain gate of Wuliang Sword Sect. With the geographical advantage and so many sect disciples, he is confident to fight Ye Fan.
More importantly, if he can defeat Ye Fan, then he can become the first person in the Nine Ancient Sects!
However, facing this challenge, Ye Fan showed disdain and said lightly: "Not just any cat or dog can challenge me! You are far from qualified!"
Ye Fan's eyes were also full of disdain, like a superior god looking down at the ants in the mortal world, and it seemed that he did not take the great elder into his eyes at all.
This contemptuous look made the great elder feel strong anger in his heart, and he felt that the blood in his body was about to boil.
Ever since he became the True Immortal Transcending Tribulation, no one has ever dared to despise him so much!
His heart suddenly burned with raging anger.
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The next moment, accompanied by two high-pitched sword sounds and sword energy that shot straight into the sky, two long swords flew out of their scabbards and fell into the hands of the great elder.
The sword of the left hand has a long sword with one edge extending to a beveled edge. The sword is decorated with a gold-rimmed star. The blade is dark red in color, with a faint brilliance flowing on it. The blade is not smooth, on the contrary.
It is mottled and mottled, as if it has been soaked in the blood of countless enemies, giving people the feeling that it can break mountains, crack the ground, and smash the sun and stars by just slashing at will.
This sword is a treasure left by the founding ancestor of the Wuliang Sword Sect, named Yinghuo.
The sword in his right hand has an ocher-red base and is decorated with bronze runes. The sheath handle shows black and white yin and yang colors, and is decorated with auspicious clouds.
The sword body is long and narrow, and the sword is slender. The ocher-red hilt is engraved with bronze lines, revealing the bright light of the Tao.
This is the heaven-level high-grade magical power that the great elder spent hundreds of years of hard work and sacrifice, called Qiankun.
With both swords in his hands, the great elder's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and two extremely bright rays of divine energy shot out from his eyes.
The next moment, his voice resounded throughout the audience: "Ye Fan, although you hold a sacred weapon in your hand, I am far better than you in swordsmanship! Use your sword, otherwise I will use my swordsmanship magical power later.
You didn’t even have a chance to draw your sword!”
"Hahahahaha..."
After hearing the great elder's words, Ye Fan burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Boy, why are you laughing?"
The great elder was furious, as if he had been greatly insulted.
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered: "Great Elder, you think too highly of yourself! You alone are not worthy of letting me draw my sword!"