The fat Taoist priest roared angrily, and waved the dust fly in his hand, as if a strong wind was blowing, roaring loudly, and the suspended darts trembled violently.
The cold light was dazzling and cold, surrounding Ye Fan tightly, and there was an invisible force of gravity pressing down on him. This was a force attacking the sea of spiritual consciousness.
An ordinary person would have been crushed to the point where he could not get up, and would have bled to death.
But Ye Fan stood calmly, as if he was not affected at all, paying attention to the darts around him out of the corner of his eye.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The sharp blade of the dart pierces the sky, whizzing in and taking lives directly.
Buzz…
Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and his whole person erupted with a terrifying aura, as majestic as a mountain and sea, and a powerful force of shock vibrated in the air.
The flying dart was shaken and deflected from its trajectory.
He raised his hand and waved, and the silver needles between his fingers shot out cold light.
Bang bang bang...
There was a faint sound of metal collision, and tiny sparks illuminated the dark night sky.
"roar!"
Master Luo let out a roar and galloped over like a wild lion.
The fist was surging, giving off a faint golden halo, like a moving hill.
Ye Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth and said:
"Taoist Gang Qi? It's interesting, but your Gang Qi is too weak!"
He stepped back with his left foot, and with a burst of energy, he punched out!
Bang!
Violent impact.
"ah……"
Accompanied by a scream, a figure flew across and smashed inside, and a roaring sound was heard.
"Junior Brother Luo!"
The fat Taoist priest exclaimed as Ye Fan shot down many darts, and the remaining darts quickly killed him.
Ye Fan was not afraid at all, and with a sudden swing, a strong wind blew up, as if he had grasped the wind, swept the darts, and fell one after another, some of them fell into the sea.
The fat Taoist priest rushed inside.
I saw Junior Brother Luo smashing on the wooden board, and the wooden board was smashed.
Zheng Yanheng and Jin Yutao hid in the corner, not daring to speak, and looked at the two Taoist priests in disbelief.
"Is... Is Ye Fan so strong?" Zheng Yanheng saw blood on Daoist Master Luo's face. He just hit him and heard the obvious sound of broken bones.
I broke out in a cold sweat, and the severe pain seemed to appear on my body. My clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and my face was so pale that I was speechless.
Jin Yutao was also completely shocked, breaking out in cold sweat and trembling.
I had talked to Ye Fan about the power of warriors before, but when I saw the battle between warriors again, I still felt scared and broke out in a cold sweat.
Eee!
Ye Fan opened the door and walked in.
His steps were as steady as a turtle, and there were some blood stains on his body, but he was not injured, his breath was steady, and his eyes were like knives.
"You two, you are still too weak. Although the combination of Taoism and force may achieve unexpected results, you are not good enough." Ye Fan picked up an empty cup next to him, poured the wine, and took a sip.
, said:
"Is there no one in the Tianshi Mansion? I sent you two who are so weak."
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Zheng Yanheng and Wei Ying hiding elsewhere and said:
"You have a good idea. Take the cruise ship to the high seas and disperse the others so that you can take action."
The fat Taoist priest helped his junior brother to stand up. The two of them looked solemn. They didn't expect their opponent to be so strong.
It doesn't feel like it's on the same level at all.
"Ye Fan, we underestimated you." The fat Taoist stared at him and said slowly:
"My Tianshi Mansion lives in seclusion in Longhu Mountain and has never done anything evil to the world. We use Taoism and use force to avoid being seen by worldly people. This is our rule, but you don't care about these rules. As a warrior,
Aren't you afraid of the Shenlong Group's condemnation for frequently attacking ordinary people?"
Ye Fan said casually: "You are not afraid of the Shenlong Group's condemnation. What should I be afraid of? You are the most disciplined Tianshi Mansion. People from your sect have set up Feng Shui formations to harm secular people, but you are not investigating." Come and kill me."
"It's as if I did something wrong. Now that you let secular people take you into the cruise ship, aren't you also breaking the rules?"
There was a crackling sound from Junior Brother Luo's bones. The dislocated bones were returning to their original positions. His momentum was rising steadily. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and the muscles all over his body became tangled.
A murderous intent filled the entire space in the cruise ship. He stared at Ye Fan angrily and said:
"As long as I kill you, no one will know."
"Ye Fan, you are indeed very strong. It is beyond our expectation. You are not an external force, but at least a Hua Jin. But don't be too happy too early. We have also joined forces to kill strong Hua Jin."
Ye Fan was slightly shocked. How could a warrior with peak inner strength plus a third-level magician kill a warrior with the power of transforming energy?
Do they have any tricks up their sleeves?
There are two types of monks in the world of martial arts, namely warriors and magicians.
Warriors are divided into martial arts realms: internal strength, external strength, transformation strength... and later, each realm has three small realms: initial stage, middle stage and peak stage.
The magicians go up in order from the first to the ninth level. The higher the level, the stronger the Taoist magic.
Warriors major in combat power and practice combat skills.
Magicians focus on practicing Taoism and cultivating spiritual power.
The warrior surnamed Luo is at the pinnacle of Nei Jing, while the Taoist surnamed Zhang is a third-level magician.
The combination of warriors and magicians is the combination of force and Taoism. Using Taoism to control the enemy's mental power, coupled with force attacks, will indeed achieve the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
But from the current point of view, the cooperation between the two people is not tacit.
From what he said, he must have a hidden trick.
"Stinky Taoist priest, do you think the Taoist Qi you have learned is awesome?" Ye Fan looked at him, took a sip of wine, and said:
"Taoist martial arts does have many good methods, but the Gang Qi you have condensed is so little and so weak, your attacks are like mosquito bites to me."
He looked at the fat Taoist priest and said:
"I always feel that your Taoist cultivation is at the third level, but you don't seem to be simple. You also have a hidden back trick, why not show it out?"
The fat Taoist priest swung the whisk in his hand and slapped it on the table.
A sudden wind blew through the room, sweeping across the entire space. A large number of fruits, pastry knives and forks, and broken porcelain plates were floating in the air.
They were densely packed and displayed in front of the fat Taoist priest. They were countless, and they were still gathering together. They emitted sharp killing lights, and the killing intent spread out.
"Ye Fan, you can see through our cultivation level at a glance. What level of cultivation level are you at?"
The two Taoist priests were very confused.
Until now, they all feel that Ye Fan has not used his full strength, and the killing moves used to deal with them are just the same moves they have seen, without any skills.
The wine glass in Ye Fan's hand lightly hit the table next to him, causing the glass to break.
Place your palm on top of the glass shard and turn it over.
The glass shards were then picked up and suspended ten centimeters above his palm.
He looked at the fat Taoist priest and said calmly:
"I want to know my level of cultivation. Do you think you are qualified?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
A large number of glass fragments pierced the sky and flew past.
"Control objects, Taoist magic, are you also a magician?" The fat Taoist priest looked solemn, feeling a great pressure suppressing him, and a powerful spiritual attack coming.
Quickly control the densely packed sharp blades in front of you to block.
Bang bang bang...
Dense sounds came, and sparks flashed densely.
puff……
The fat Taoist took a few steps back, spit out a mouthful of blood, turned pale, staggered a few steps, and finally stood firm, looking at Ye Fan in disbelief.