As the second youngest son of the Zhang family, Zhang Yang's vision is unparalleled by that of ordinary people. He has seen countless peak powerhouses since he was a child.
But now, words cannot describe the shock in his heart.
He never dreamed that the sword he tried his best not only did not cause any harm to Ye Fan, but the thunder sword even made a gap.
Even a master who practices horizontal kung fu cannot have such a powerful body, which is simply more terrifying than a magical weapon.
It is said that only Buddhist monks can have the magical power of "indestructible vajra".
But the Ye Fan in front of me has nothing to do with Buddhism.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
In a mixture of shock and anger, Zhang Yang completely lost his mind. His eyes were red and he looked like he was crazy. He didn't care about his injuries and picked up the knife to chop again.
Ye Fan's three souls and seven souls were immobilized by the great elder, standing there like a living target, unable to move.
“Clang Clang Clang Clang Clang!!!”
In a few breaths, Zhang Yang slashed hundreds of times, putting all his strength into each slash, enough to split mountains and break waves.
But Ye Fan's body was still unscathed, like perfect porcelain without a single flaw.
To him, Zhang Yang's attack was even worse than a mosquito bite and could not break his defense at all.
At the same time, the force of the counter-shock caused Zhang Yang's right hand to completely burst open, and dark red blood flowed out gurglingly.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Yang truly understood the gap between him and Ye Fan. He felt a strong sense of frustration, his eyes were dejected, and his Taoist heart experienced huge fluctuations.
The great elder in the distance became more and more frightened as he watched, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
If this trend continues, even if the two of them join forces, they will not be Ye Fan's opponent and will eventually die.
The extreme shock also caused the great elder's soul to lose control. Ye Fan seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted force on the soul locked in Niwan Palace.
"boom!"
Peiran Moyu's energy was like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, breaking free from invisible shackles and completely breaking the great elder's magical power of "focusing the mind and capturing the soul".
The next moment, Ye Fan's soul returned to its original place, body and soul merged into one, and he regained control over his body, while secretly saying that he was lucky.
The cooperation between the eldest elder of the Zhang family and Zhang Yang can be described as flawless. If a monk in the heavenly realm encountered such a siege, he would probably be fooled.
It's a pity...they met Ye Fan!
The Cangtian Hegemony has advanced to the third level, with golden muscles and jade bones. It has been reborn. How can anyone break it?
Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with stars, his momentum was skyrocketing, and the energy and blood in his body surged like a tsunami.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly raised his right fist and struck Zhang Yang in front of him.
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"No! Young Master, run away quickly!!!" The elder's face changed wildly and he exclaimed.
Zhang Yang, who was in danger, felt huge shocks all over his body and felt unprecedented terror. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone seemed to be under tremendous pressure and was about to be torn apart.
Ye Fan's punch does not seem fancy, but it has achieved the artistic conception of reducing complexity to simplicity and returning to nature.
The atmosphere is majestic and destructive. You can change it in a thousand ways. I will kill you with one punch.
Zhang Yang even had the illusion that this was not a fist, but a giant ax that created the world, traveling through time and space from eternity, as if it was going to split the world into two.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yang squeezed out the last bit of strength and raised the thunder knife in front of himself to protect himself, hoping to neutralize some of the punch's strength.
"Zheng!"
The intersection of fists and knives.
In just one second, the Thunder Knife, which was ranked 87th on the Hundred Weapons List, completely shattered.
Instead of turning into hundreds of fragments, it turned directly into powder, without even a trace of residue left, as if it had never existed in this world.
The force of the fist was still strong, but it contained Ye Fan's domineering martial arts will, and it hit Zhang Yang's chest forcefully.
The next moment, Zhang Yang seemed to have been hit by a beam cannon. He flew backwards for hundreds of meters, blood spurted out from his mouth, and coquettish blood lotus splattered in mid-air.
"boom!"
Zhang Yang's body hit the mountain wall forcefully, blasting a human-shaped hole into the mountain wall. The surrounding rocks flew and shook.
"Huh? Not dead?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
He thought that his punch could easily penetrate Zhang Yang's body.
But now, he could feel that although Zhang Yang was seriously injured, he was still alive and struggling to survive.
"Ahem..."
Zhang Yang, who was blasted into the mountain wall, coughed dryly, lowered his head dejectedly, tore open the tattered clothes on his chest, revealing a pair of close-fitting soft armor.
This soft armor is made of an unknown material. There are bright red lines on the surface. From a distance, it looks like human blood, densely intertwined and constantly flowing, as if it is alive.
At this moment, a fist-sized hole appeared in the center of the soft armor, which was caused by Ye Fan's blow just now.
If it hadn't been for this soft armor to dissolve the power of the fist, Zhang Yang would have been penetrated through the body and completely dead. Even if the Great Luo Jinxian came to this world, he would not be able to save him.
Seeing the huge hole in the center of the soft armor, Zhang Yang's eyes were full of horror, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
This armor is called Blood Pattern War Armor. It is not a magic weapon on the Hundred Soldiers List, but it is even more powerful.
The ancient divine craftsmen used a forbidden secret technique called "Blood Sacrifice" to create weapons.
According to legend, Mo Xie, a go-getter, was sent by the King of Yue to forge a sword within a specified time limit, but could not melt the gold and iron. As a last resort, Mo Xie cut off his long hair, cut off his nails, and threw himself into a blazing fire, using his blood and essence as a guide.
Only by dying on the sword did he create the world-famous "male and female swords".
This blood-patterned armor was also made using the "blood sacrifice" method. At the last moment of opening the furnace, the craftsman threw himself into the furnace and injected his own essence and blood into the armor, causing the armor to appear on it.
Those bright red lines,
This casting method is extremely cruel, yet extremely powerful.
Among the countless magic weapons collected by the Zhang family over the past millennium, this blood-patterned armor can be firmly ranked in the top ten. Compared with the mithril armor worn by the silver armored guards, it is countless times stronger and can even withstand powerful forces from heaven.
The attacker's full blow.
The current head of the Zhang family wore this armor when he was young and traveled around the world. Being given the blood-patterned armor shows Zhang Yang's status in the Zhang family.
But now, this supreme treasure was punched through by Ye Fan.
How could Zhang Yang not be surprised by this?!
More importantly, if the blood-striped armor can block one punch from Ye Fan, how can it block the second punch?
Today, Zhang Yang has been severely injured, and the Thunder Knife has also turned into powder, like fish on a chopping board, unable to move even an inch, and can only be slaughtered by Ye Fan.
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
"Kick!"
At this time, Ye Fan walked towards Zhang Yang, his footsteps sounding like a countdown to death.
For the first time in his life, Zhang Yang felt that death was so close. The next time Ye Fan punched, he would be killed.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
Suddenly, the great elder in the distance burst into a hoarse roar and said through gritted teeth:
"Boy, stop! Even if I try my best to become possessed and die, I will still kill you!"
"All the inner demons in the world, burn my remaining body!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the great elder's aura completely changed. He no longer looked like the immortal before, but instead looked like an unparalleled demon king descending into the world.
"Whoa!"
The next moment, a streak of blood shot out from the center of his eyebrows and spread in all directions. The evil aura filled the world, like a rolling sea of blood.
The blood light continued to twist in mid-air, and in an instant, it formed a Yaksha Demon King.
Looking from a distance, the Yaksha Demon King is holding a steel fork, which is several feet high. There is a green flame on his head, burning like a candle. There are two horns on his forehead, which are terrifying in shape.
If you are a timid person, just one look will make you faint from fear.
This Yaksha Demon King was condensed from the inner demons of the Great Elder.
The "demons" referred to here are not the tangible demons in the secular world, but the inner demons that exist in the heart.
There are four kinds of inner demons: desire demons, body demons, death demons, and heavenly demons. Only when these four kinds of demons are subdued can one be truly transcendent and become a saint. Practitioners who meditate all day long are subduing their inner demons.
The stronger a practitioner becomes, the more inner demons he or she possesses. This is why there is a saying that "the Tao is as high as one foot, and the devil is as high as one foot."
Once the Taoist heart is damaged and the inner demons cannot be conquered, one will become obsessed with it, and the consequences will be disastrous.
And now, the Great Elder deliberately indulged his inner demons, risked his own death, and wanted to kill Ye Fan!