Chapter 2508 The power of ants can shake mountains?
"Hahaha, brat, you look down on me so much. You want to use your body to resist my fists. Where do you get the confidence?"
Seeing Ye Fan puffing up his chest with a confident expression, Song Yushu laughed angrily, but the idea of killing Ye Fan in his heart became even more determined.
He knew very well that if he didn't use absolute strength to kill Ye Fan this time, his reputation would be ruined.
Faced with a kid from the thirty-sixth grade Zi Chen Star, who repeatedly provoked his dignity, no core disciple would tolerate such a thing. Such a person must be given an absolute lesson and given a chance to reflect.
nothing.
Kill!
This is the only result. Only in this way can the hatred in his heart disappear.
"Hmph, there's so much nonsense. If you want to kill me, come and kill me!"
Ye Fan stood below, facing the extremely angry Song Yushu.
At this moment, he has activated his Heavenly Hegemony and prepared a complete response.
At the same time, the Great Wild Divine Fire continued to burn, and the power of these strange fires continued to enhance the power of Cangtian Hegemon's body, making his body impenetrable and indestructible.
Song Yushu suppressed his own cultivation to the second level of Tribulation Transcendence, causing the power of the King's Killing Fist to decline. Even if it is a super powerful magical power of the Holy level, it is still nothing before the Heavenly Hegemony.
This is Ye Fan’s real plan!
This time, he wants everyone to understand that it is not only Shuiyue Holy Land that has the strongest monks. As long as he works hard and has enough talent, even monks from the thirty-sixth star can still defeat those superior geniuses.
However, in the eyes of the monks in the outside world, whether it was the disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land or the monks of other stars, they all thought that he was seeking his own death.
"This kid is really crazy. He has completely given up on treatment. How pitiful!"
"To actually use the physical body to forcibly defeat Young Master Yushu's royal killing fist, this is a wishful thinking!"
"Yes, this kingly killing fist is a holy-level magical power. It is said that it is a monk from the thirty-sixth level of Zichen Star. Even the core disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land cannot do it with their bodies.
Arrived."
Countless monks shook their heads. In their hearts, Ye Fan was almost a dead man.
Because everyone saw Song Yushu's determination to kill, and Ye Fan completely angered him.
"ah!"
Song Yushu roared angrily, and all the power in his body was unleashed into the royal killing fist.
The heaven and earth were constantly shaking, and the surrounding space fell into oppressive darkness.
All the monks retreated one after another, they did not even dare to withstand the aftermath of the royal killing fist.
"Ye Fan..."
Yun Qingwu stretched out her hand in the direction of Mark.
It's not that she fell in love with Ye Fan. It's just that if she hadn't attracted Song Yushu's attention and made him actively pursue him, so many things wouldn't have happened.
Now, Ye Fan is really going to die, and she has an unshirkable responsibility.
"What's going on with this kid? Why does he have to confront Song Yushu? If using body skills to compare with the king's killing fists still has a little bit of vitality, why does he have to use his body to fight hard? What does he want to prove?"
"Hey... I was the one who killed him after all!"
"I'm sorry, everything is my fault, but I can't help you anymore!"
…
Yun Qingwu felt extremely guilty in her heart.
She wanted to save Ye Fan, but in this situation, facing Song Yushu who was completely furious, she couldn't do anything.
However, facing the fact that she killed Ye Fan because of herself, she could not rest at ease.
"Boom!"
No matter how entangled she was in her heart, the result was about to appear. The light of Song Yushu's royal killing fist finally descended from the sky, suppressed it, and bombarded Ye Fan's body.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
At this moment, Song Yushu's fist hit Ye Fan directly in the chest.
Deep pits where energy exploded appeared constantly in the surrounding ground, and powerful shock waves spread out in all directions, causing many monks to fly backwards.
Although everyone knew in advance that this was a holy power, the power of this shock wave still shocked many monks.
The aftermath is so powerful, so how terrifying is the power of the fist in the center?
Ye Fan is at the center of this bombardment. How is he doing now?
This is the doubt in the hearts of all the monks. Patriarch Hongling also frowned. Even if he used formations to catch such power, it was not a simple matter. Ye Fan's use of his body to resist was too exaggerated.
Everyone looked in the direction of Ye Fan. At this moment, in everyone's imagination, he might have been reduced to a pulp.
"Huhuhu..."
The wind howled and the flying dust danced.
"It's over, Ye Fan turned into ashes."
"Hahaha, this kind of trash wants to fight Senior Brother Song. Is he qualified? Turning into ashes is his only destination!"
"Senior Brother Song is mighty. Senior Brother Song is invincible!"
For a moment, the shouts of many monks from other stars and disciples from Shuiyue Palace were mixed together.
Just when everyone thought Ye Fan had been blown to pieces, the strong wind swept away the dust and dissipated. The scene on the battlefield was clearly revealed.
…
"What?"
"How can this be?"
Shocked sounds filled the audience. No one could imagine that Ye Fan was still alone on the battlefield, and Song Yushu's fist was pressing on his chest, and the two were in a stalemate.
"He, he's not dead?"
"No. Look, Song Yushu seems to be in pain!"
"No way, can Ye Fan resist?"
This kind of scene is too shocking, and everyone's heart cannot be calm. A monk can rely on his body to withstand the divine power of the holy level. Who would believe it!
However, the facts are before our eyes.
"you!"
Song Yushu's face turned red, and all his strength was directed into his fists, trying to break through Ye Fan's defense.
However, he felt that Ye Fan was like a sacred mountain called Sumeru.
Tall, majestic, and indestructible!
And he himself is like an ant, powerless.
"Hmph! How can the power of ants shake a mountain? Go back!"
Ye Fan snorted coldly, his eyes glowed with divine fire, and then, an invisible force directly ejected Song Yushu.
Song Yushu couldn't resist and took seventeen or eighteen steps back. Finally, he fell to the ground and made a big fool of himself.
"puff!"
Song Yushu fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was severely injured.