Chapter 920 The whole world is turbid and I am alone, and everyone kneels and I am independent!
In the flash of lightning, the refined sword net had taken shape, and the surrounding air was completely torn apart, and the sound of tearing could be heard endlessly.
The Eight-Armed Arhat's pupils shrank sharply. He never expected that Zhang Yang would be so ruthless and would kill people at every turn.
However, he is a strong person in the realm after all. He calmed down in an instant, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and the inner energy in his dantian suddenly burst out, flowing to his limbs and bones.
"Ho ho ho!!!"
With the deafening roar, his figure suddenly expanded, splitting his clothes, and the muscles all over his body were like knives and axes, full of extremely strong strength, and a faint golden light bloomed on the surface.
It’s really like an Arhat coming into the world!
The techniques of Dazhi Zen Temple in the Western Regions focus on physical training, and most of them are practiced by horizontal masters, and their combat effectiveness is very terrifying.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The next moment, he waved his arms crazily, forming eight phantoms in mid-air, blasting towards the eight silver-armored guards respectively. The force was so powerful and devastating that it could penetrate even copper and iron walls.
Facing this powerful attack, the silver armored guards did not panic at all. One of them shouted:
"Knot - Wusheng Sword Formation!"
As soon as the words fell, the eight people changed their moves one after another, and the sword blades shot out the silent sword energy, as if eight bombs exploded at the same time. The extreme power was superimposed, and the destructive power increased exponentially, leaving the Eight-Armed Arhat no way to survive.
As the first family in the ancient martial arts world, the Zhang family has a history of thousands of years and naturally has countless martial arts books.
This lifeless sword formation, named "Ten Deaths without Life", is extremely domineering.
It is said that if you practice to the extreme, you can kill everything, and you can defeat ghosts and gods.
Although these eight silver-armored guards are not yet at that level, they are connected with each other. With the combined power of the eight of them, even the strongest in the world cannot stop them.
“昘昘昘!!!”
The sound of a sharp blade entering the body suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely cruel and bloody scene occurred inside the venue——
The tall and burly Grandmaster's body of the Eight-Armed Arhat was instantly chopped into pieces by thousands of knives, cut into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and scattered all over the ground, making it impossible to distinguish the human form.
Dark red blood flowed out, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.
"hiss!"
The warriors who were watching from a distance couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, as if their hearts were being pinched hard by a pair of invisible hands, and they were almost suffocating.
The tragic death of the Eight-Armed Arhat had an unprecedented visual impact on them.
In the eyes of everyone, even if the Eight-Armed Arhat is not defeated in the end, he will not be killed instantly!
No one could have imagined that in just one face-to-face encounter, a mighty earth-level warrior would be cut into pieces by a thousand knives, without even having time to scream.
"As expected of the Zhang family's silver-armored guard, it's really terrifying!" someone said with emotion.
In terms of realm alone, these silver-armored guards are all masters of the Xuan realm, so they are not too powerful.
However, many Xuanjing masters in the field secretly calculated that if they were to fight alone against the Silver Armored Guards, they might not have time to use their magical powers and would be hacked to death by random swords.
Martial arts realm is only one factor in measuring combat effectiveness.
In addition, skills, physical fitness, weapons, magic weapons, etc. are all crucial.
As the elites of the Zhang family, these silver-armored guards possess resources that are much higher than those of the heads of some small sects.
Because of this, the combat effectiveness of two warriors at the same level will be vastly different.
Just like the same college students, some are from Tsinghua University and Peking University, while others are from the bottom two.
…
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang glanced at the entire audience and said coldly:
"You still dare not to kneel down, do you think your life will be long?"
"thump!"
As soon as he finished speaking, one person's knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, curling up like a rickety shrimp.
This kneeling is like the first domino falling.
"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"
The sound of knees colliding with the ground sounded one after another.
Within a few breaths, most of the warriors in the field fell to their knees and bowed their heads, even the powerful ones in the earth realm were no exception.
In the face of absolute strength, their self-esteem and pride are not worth mentioning at all.
What's more, the one who just took action was just the Silver Armored Guard. Zhang Yang and the old man beside him will only become stronger.
Seeing everyone's groveling, Zhang Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a strange smile.
But the next moment, his smile instantly froze, because he saw an incongruous figure appearing among the crowd of people kneeling.
Looking closely, he saw that the man was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, still standing proudly, his spine as straight as a spear piercing the sky.
When Zhang Yang saw this, his face was extremely gloomy, his eyes glowed with a dark light, and he said sternly:
"Boy, why don't you kneel down!"
As he spoke, a terrifying power erupted from his body, like a mountain torrent and a mountain collapsing, pressing hard towards Ye Fan.
"Tsk la la! Tsk la la!"
The air around him made a sonic boom sound.
However, in the center of pressure, Ye Fan did not change his expression, remained motionless, raised his head slightly, looked at Zhang Yang unwilling to be outdone, and said proudly:
"I am the only one who is pure when the whole world is turbulent, and I am independent when everyone kneels down! Even if the head of the Zhang family comes in person, he cannot make me bend!"
…
Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and powerful, deafening, and every word was like gold and iron hitting a stone slab.
"presumptuous!"
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
Several people in silver armor were furious and immediately put their hands on the hilt of their swords, waiting for Zhang Yang's order to kill Ye Fan.
Zhang Yang never expected that someone would dare to disobey him under such circumstances, so he couldn't help but angrily yelled: "You are so brave, boy, who are you? How dare you provoke our Zhang family unscrupulously!"
In anger, his voice was like muffled thunder, exploding in the field, and ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the air, which showed how powerful he was.
Before Ye Fan could speak, someone among the kneeling warriors shouted loudly: "Master Zhang, it was this boy who injured a member of your family at the foot of the mountain before!"
"oh?"
Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his eyes were like sharp blades. He looked up and down at Ye Fan, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
But what makes him feel strange is that at first glance, Ye Fan is just an ordinary person with no ability. How could he withstand his own pressure just now?
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze, turned to the dozens of strong men kneeling around him, and said:
"Since you have disobeyed my will, you will be exempted from the death penalty, but you will not be able to escape the punishment of living! You are required to leave Yunwu Mountain immediately, go down to Changbai Mountain, kneel down in front of my Zhang family, and bear a thorn to apologize! Otherwise, even if you escape to the ends of the world,
, I will also send people to kill you!!!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for not killing me!"
Many powerful men knelt down to thank him. Being able to save a small life was already a blessing among misfortunes.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of people stood up and ran down the mountain as if they were running away.
When passing by Ye Fan, their eyes became strange, as if they were looking at a corpse.
In their view, Ye Fan's repeated provocations to the Zhang family were simply seeking death in a fancy way.
With Zhang Yang's order, Ye Fan would be cut into pieces and chopped into bloody pieces.
…
Within a minute, all the people waiting around had dispersed.
Only Ye Fan was left in the field, confronting the Zhang family and others from a distance.
The atmosphere was tense and tense, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang laughed ferociously and said: "Boy, it seems you are still a tough guy! I want to see how tough your bones can be!"
As he spoke, he turned to the silver armored guard beside him and ordered: "Come up together, chop him into pieces, and throw him down the mountain to feed the dogs!"
"As you command!"
The eight silver-armored guards shouted at the same time, and then their bodies surged and rushed towards Ye Fan from all directions, blocking almost all possible escape positions.
They did not look down upon Ye Fan because of his youth. Sword shadows swept across the sky, splitting the air, and vowed to kill him with one strike.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's face remained calm and he didn't even frown, saying:
"The pearl of a grain of rice dares to shine!"
"roll!"
The last word "gun" contains majestic inner strength, as if falling from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Realm.
The next moment, Ye Fan swung his magic whip, sweeping across all directions, and threw it at the silver armored guards.