The black-yellow divine whip shot out, pulling out a polished rainbow in mid-air, chasing the wind and lightning, and swept towards the eight silver-armored guards with a devastating force.
Under Ye Fan's urging, there were a total of eighty-four talismans on the magic whip, shining brightly, and all kinds of tadpole writing flew out, which was mysterious and extraordinary.
It was as if the gods and Buddhas above the Nine Heavens and the Shura under the Nine Netherworlds could not withstand this whip.
These silver-armored guards are the elite among the elite, with rich experience in actual combat, and a sense of danger that can be detected before the autumn wind blows.
In an instant, they felt an unprecedented threat of death. The hairs on their hair stood up, a biting chill spread all over their bodies, and their souls trembled with horror.
They never expected that the seemingly inconspicuous Ye Fan would be so powerful when he made a move.
"Bah!"
At the critical moment, several people bit the tip of their tongues, shouted violently to force themselves back to reality, and quickly put away their swords to block, trying to protect their vital parts.
The next moment, the whip was thrown hard on the sword blade.
“Clang Clang Clang Clang Clang!!!”
The eight sharp swords shattered in response.
Until the long whip was castrated, it struck the armor of the eight people hard, making a harsh whipping sound.
A surge of overwhelming energy surged out like a volcanic eruption and was simply unstoppable.
The eight silver-armored guards were helpless, as if they had been hit by a running mammoth beast. They flew dozens of meters backwards before falling heavily to the ground. They didn't even utter a scream, and their vision went dark and they fainted.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang's pupils shrank violently. Although he tried to remain calm, the twitching muscles at the corners of his eyes and the throbbing veins on his forehead still betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
Zhang Yang naturally knows the strength of the Silver Armored Guards very well.
Any one picked out and fighting alone can defeat several strong men in the same realm.
With these eight people working together, even if they faced hundreds of enemies, they were not afraid at all and could charge back and forth several times.
The eight-armed arhat with earth-level strength just now was instantly killed by them.
Unexpectedly, now, he was also killed instantly, but the target was these eight silver-armored guards.
If those warriors from before were present, they would probably be shocked.
On the other side, although Ye Fan remained calm on the surface, he was equally surprised in his heart.
You know, he didn't use his inner energy much before, and he could cut several powerful men in the Xuan Realm in half with a random whip.
But when he used the whip against the silver armored guards, he had injected a lot of internal energy, but it only made these silver armored guards faint.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan figured out the reason. It should be that the mithril armor they wore had neutralized most of the power.
It can be seen that this mithril armor is really a rare treasure. If it is put up for auction, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price.
However, this mithril armor bears the label of the Zhang family, and no matter how much other strong men covet it, they would not dare to buy it blatantly, as that would only bring disaster to themselves.
…
At this moment, Zhang Yang looked straight at Ye Fan, furious.
And Ye Fan also glanced at him.
"Stab it!"
"Stab it!"
The eyes of the two people intertwined in mid-air, invisible electric sparks flickered, and the air seemed to be filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.
As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes!
As the second son of the Zhang family, Zhang Yang can be regarded as a proud son of heaven. In terms of qualifications, muscles, physique, and understanding, he is not inferior to the heirs of the hidden sect at all.
Because of this, he has always had his eyes set above his head and has no interest in ordinary warriors at all.
Only opponents of equal strength and strength can stimulate his fighting spirit.
But now, he was obviously interested in Ye Fan, and said: "Boy, I really didn't expect you to have such strength, but I underestimated you!"
"Huh?!"
Suddenly, the eyes of the old man next to him lit up, and he looked back and forth at the magic whip in Ye Fan's hand, his eyes wide, as if he was admiring the naked beauty.
"Great Elder, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.
Hearing this title, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. He did not expect that this old man would be the eldest elder of the Zhang family.
Back in Diancang Mountain, Ye Fanfei not only killed Zhang Kuang, the eldest son of the Zhang family, but also seriously injured an elder of the Zhang family, and finally let him return to the Zhang family to report the news.
However, the great elder in front of me is much stronger than that elder.
Now Ye Fan's strength has skyrocketed compared to before, and he can still feel strong pressure.
It is obvious that this great elder is a powerful man in heaven!
"Young Master, if I'm not mistaken, the magic weapon this man is holding should be the Maoshan Sect's most powerful weapon - the Divine Whip!" the First Elder said solemnly.
"Oh...really? So, this guy is from the Maoshan sect?"
As he said that, Zhang Kuang shook his head again, with a disappointed look on his face, and said to himself: "I thought I met an evenly matched opponent, and after working for a long time, I was just relying on the power of the magic weapon. It's really disappointing!"
Obviously, he believed that Ye Fan relied on the power of the divine whip to defeat the eight silver armored guards.
The next moment, Zhang Yang raised his head high, looked at Ye Fan condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Boy, don't make a fearless struggle, quickly offer the divine whip, and then kill yourself to apologize, and you can still leave a whole body!"
Between the lines, there is full of domineering meaning, leaving no possibility of resistance.
However, Ye Fan still stood proudly, with an indifferent expression. He didn't even look at Zhang Yang, waved his hand in front of him, and said calmly: "Where did the fly come from? It's buzzing in my ear..."
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and it took him a few seconds to realize that Ye Fan actually compared him to a fly.
With his status, he was always a guest wherever he went, so how could he have ever been insulted like this?
"boom!"
A raging fire suddenly shot up in his chest, as if it was going to burn all the blood.
Zhang Yang's eyes were red, his hair stood on end, and he said fiercely: "Boy, you are asking for your own death!!!"
"Seeking death?!"
Ye Fan repeated it again, and his momentum suddenly surged. He looked down at the world, arrogant among the heroes, and burst into a burst of heroic laughter:
"Ah ha ha ha... The world is like my generation! The world is so big, who can give me death?"
…
Ye Fan's voice contained his unparalleled martial arts will, like thunder rolling in from the sky, and the entire Yunwu Mountain seemed to be shaken by it.
"What a loud tone! Boy, since you are seeking death, I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yang's figure surged, as if shrinking to an inch, and he appeared in front of Ye Fan in an instant. This was obviously the most brilliant movement technique.
Although his martial arts realm is only at the peak of the Xuan realm, as the young master of the Zhang family, he has been tempered by heavenly materials and earthly treasures since he was a child, and his physical strength is comparable to that of a strong person in the earth realm.
Coupled with all kinds of magical powers and magical methods, even if a strong person encounters him, he will suffer a big loss or even lose if he is not careful.
At this moment, Zhang Yang was angry and showed no mercy. He punched out his right fist violently, exhaled like an arrow and shouted:
"Prison Suppressing King Fist!"
That majestic and devastating fist force was like three mountains falling from the sky, pressing hard towards Ye Fan.
The Prison Suppressing King Fist is one of the most mysterious skills of the Zhang family, and only direct disciples are qualified to practice it.
The essence lies in the word "town"!
A punch blasted out with a domineering force that could crush everything could tear the sky and shatter the earth. If this kind of magical power were put on the battlefield, it would be enough to defeat thousands of enemies.
It is rumored that after practicing to the level of Dacheng, one can even suppress thousands of evil ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell, turning them into powder and disappearing into thin air in an instant.
Zhang Yang is confident that with this punch, he can easily kill Ye Fan without even finding the bones or debris.
His fists had completely enveloped Ye Fan's Qi, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
At the critical moment, Ye Fan was not only unafraid, but also had a joking smile in his eyes, like a scheming hunter who finally waited for his prey to take the bait.
The next moment, Ye Fan flicked his wrist and injected 100% of his internal energy into the whip.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, the divine whip shot out.
quick!
Too fast!
It was already very fast before, but compared with now, it is like the difference between Santana and Ferrari, completely different.
Zhang Yang's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes. He never expected that Ye Fan had been hiding his strength and was clearly pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
But now that he is using the Prison Suppressing King Fist, his new strength has not yet been regenerated and his old strength has become old. He has no time to defend and can only watch as the magic whip gets closer and closer.
Finally, the talisman on the whip flew out, making Zhang Yang's fist instantly disappear, and then slapped him hard on the face.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Two harsh crisp sounds sounded immediately.
Immediately afterwards, two crossed whip marks appeared on Zhang Yang's cheek, running through the entire face.
It's like someone used a red marker to draw a big cross on their face, which is particularly eye-catching.