Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty Which horns came out of nowhere?
quiet!
Deadly silence!
One punch opens the road to life and death!
With just one punch, Ye Fan blasted out a death tunnel in front of him, killing dozens of Hongyi elites to pieces, with no bones left, as if they had never existed in this world.
The remaining elites of Hongyi who survived had their pupils shrunk sharply, their facial features twisted together, and their faces were filled with unconcealable fear.
The punch just now was like the beginning of the world, causing an unprecedented visual impact and a psychological shock to them.
Almost everyone's backs were soaked with cold sweat, as if they had walked through the gates of hell.
They knew that if their position was a little further to the side and shrouded by that fist light, they would be completely wiped out, not even the bones and dregs would be left.
For a moment, the remaining dozens of Hongyi elites seemed to be under a restraining spell, standing there dumbly, unable to even move their fingers, and even their souls were trembling.
A mood called "despair" spread in everyone's hearts.
Being able to guard this secret base, they are definitely not weak and have seen many big battles.
But no one could imagine that Ye Fan, who looked ordinary in front of him, could actually use his mortal body to perform such terrifying moves, which were no less powerful than a rocket.
However, after doing all this, Ye Fan still looked casual, with not even a drop of sweat on his forehead, as if he had done something trivial and effortless.
At this moment, the surviving Hongyi elites were all frightened, and a word subconsciously emerged in their minds -
Demon!
The Ye Fan in front of him was like a supreme demon among the Nine Netherworlds, unstoppable at all!
…
At the same time, deep underground in the abandoned factory.
An extremely hidden secret room is the hiding place of the leader Yang Zhenkun.
There is a huge projection screen hanging on the wall. Through the surveillance camera, the battle outside the factory can be restored to 100%.
At this moment, Yang Zhenkun's face was livid and extremely embarrassed. The veins on his forehead were bulging like a knotted centipede, and his fists were clenching loudly.
In addition to the overwhelming anger, there was also an unprecedented level of fear in his eyes!
That’s right, it’s panic!
As Yang Zhenkun is the underground emperor, there are almost no people in Huahai City that he can fear.
But now, seeing Ye Fan's earth-shattering punch, he finally understood why he sent three martial arts masters, only to be killed by Ye Fan!
In the huge secret room, besides Yang Zhenkun, there was an old man.
He is about sixty years old, tall and tall, with a head full of silver hair combed meticulously. He stands tall and unruly in the mountains, like a majestic mountain, which makes people can only look up but not dare to look directly.
Even though he was old, he didn't have any of the decadence of an old man. There was a sharpness in his eyes, and his glance was like a sharp blade cutting out.
If you are a coward, you may be frightened to death.
At this time, Yang Zhenkun looked at the old man, bowed slightly, and said in a very respectful tone:
"Venerable Chi Xiao, this little bastard is the murderer of Xiao Ting! Please take action and kill this beast to avenge Xiao Ting!"
"Zhenkun, Yang Ting is my close disciple. Someone dares to harm his life. I will never sit idly by and ignore it! This kid is indeed an amazing genius. The punch just now was comparable to that of Huang Jing
The grandmaster’s pinnacle strike! But—”
Speaking of this, Venerable Chixiao changed his tone, puffed up his chest, and said proudly:
"I am at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Realm, only half a step away from the legendary realm! In the secular world, this kid is considered a leader, but compared with me, he is like an ant on the ground and above the nine heavens.
There is no comparison between the divine dragons!"
"With just one move, I can kill this kid without a burial place!"
"boom!"
At the end of the sentence, Venerable Chixiao erupted with a domineering aura that looked down on the world, as if an ancient ferocious beast had broken free from its shackles and emerged from the sky.
Yang Zhenkun was the first to feel the terrifying pressure. His body was shaken violently, as if he had been struck by an electric shock. It was as if two invisible hands were grabbing his heart so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
It took more than half a minute for him to regain his composure, breathing heavily. He was shocked by this terrifying pressure, and at the same time thought to himself:
"Xiao Ting, don't worry! As long as Venerable Chixiao takes action, he will be able to avenge you soon!"
Many years ago, Yang Zhenkun got acquainted with the Venerable Chixiao by chance.
At that time, Venerable Chixiao was only at the peak of the Yellow Realm, but because of a heavenly material and earthly treasure presented by Yang Zhenkun, he broke through to the Xuan Realm, so the two of them formed a great connection.
Later, Yang Zhenkun sent his grandson Yang Ting to Venerable Chixiao to learn supreme skills from him.
In Yang Zhenkun's view, as long as Venerable Chixiao is willing to take action, even if Ye Fan has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to survive.
"Zhenkun, accompany me to meet this boy!"
As Venerable Chixiao spoke, he grabbed Yang Zhenkun by the back collar and flashed outside like a Category 12 hurricane.
…
In front of the abandoned factory.
After Ye Fan punched out that extremely domineering punch, he picked up the locust wood coffin, his anger sank in his Dantian, and he used his inner strength to shout:
"Yang Laogou, I, Ye Fan, have brought you a coffin. Come out and die quickly!"
This angry shout soared into the sky, rushing in all directions, and even ripples appeared in the air.
The remaining Hongyi elites only felt their eardrums vibrating, as if a giant hammer had hit their chests. Their blood and energy were boiling all over their bodies, and they were about to vomit blood.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan scanned the entire audience with his sharp eyes, like a superior God of War looking down at all living beings, and said word by word:
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
A few numbers, but they contain an irresistible will.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan picked up the locust wood coffin and strode toward the interior of the abandoned factory.
As for those Hongyi elites, their faces were ashen, as if they were mourning for their heirs, their livers and gallbladders were split, their hearts and minds had been robbed, they did not dare to have any resistance at all, and they stood there like wooden figures.
"boom!"
At this moment, an extremely powerful aura erupted from inside the factory, and the vitality between heaven and earth gathered there like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.
"Boom!"
The hurricane passed by, and a moment later, two more people were present in the field, it was Venerable Chixiao and Yang Zhenkun.
Yang Zhenkun's eyes burst out with an unprecedented fierce light, like a wolf that chooses people to devour, wishing to eat Ye Fan alive.
When he was in the police station before, Ye Fan had met Yang Zhenkun through his tablet computer and naturally recognized his identity immediately.
But at this moment, Ye Fan focused all his attention on Venerable Chixiao. His whole body was tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he did not dare to show any slightness.
powerful!
Incomparably powerful!
Even from a long distance away, Ye Fan could feel the extremely powerful aura hidden in his seemingly old body.
With Ye Fan's extremely keen senses, if you listen carefully, you will find that the sound of blood flowing in his body is as surging as the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.
This is the real powerhouse!
During the day, the three martial arts masters combined might not even be able to carry his shoes.
…
Just as Ye Fan was looking at him, Venerable Chixiao was also observing Ye Fan.
"Boom!"
He suddenly took a step forward, the ground shook, and the concrete floor cracked rapidly, with spider web-like cracks appearing.
"Stab it!"
The next moment, an extremely sharp light shot out from his eyes, like a sharp sword unsheathed, capable of tearing space and splitting Yin and Yang, and said sternly:
"Boy, I am Venerable Chixiao! The Yang Ting you killed was my close disciple! I give you one minute to kill yourself in front of me immediately, otherwise, you will be ripped apart and cramped.
Eviscerate the corpse!"
At the end, Venerable Chixiao's body erupted with a solid pressure, overwhelmingly pressing on Ye Fan.
Hearing these words, Ye Fan curled his lips in disdain, puffed up his chest, resisted the overwhelming pressure, and said coldly:
"Venerable Chixiao? I've never heard of it! Whose horn jumped out of nowhere?"