"Do you think that if you kill the Black Rakshasa and the Seraphite, you will be invincible in the world?"
"Do you think that you can despise everything if you have achieved great success in the realm of the earth?"
"You're too naive."
"This world is stronger than you think."
"I entered the Huang realm at the age of sixteen, entered the Xuan realm at the age of twenty-five, and entered the Earth realm at the age of forty, and dominated the number one master of the Xiang Kingdom for twenty years."
"My skills and Taoism are also the top of the pyramid in the world."
"But even this achievement, I dare not say that you are a half-hearted person. What qualifications do you have to say this for a boy in your early twenties?"
"Today, I will teach you what it means to have heaven beyond heaven and there are people outside of us, so that you can also let you know what the consequences of killing my disciple!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Luang Po Pan couldn't stop laughing angry.
He has seen many evil geniuses and many young and frivolous people, but Ye Fan is the first to be so arrogant in front of him.
Especially Ye Fan said that he was better than Tian Tian, which made Luang Po Pan, who was obsessed with Go, feel insulted.
"He's finished!"
"He's dead!"
When Luang Po Pan was angry, more than a dozen defeated generals appeared on the top of the mountain.
The front is a woman in military uniform and a woman in purple. The former comes from the Dragon Temple and the latter is the closed disciple of Luang Po Pan.
They were originally guarding another mountain road, but when they heard the battle here, they ran over to support them.
Seeing the scene in front of them, they were both angry at Ye Fan's arrogantness and ridiculed him for his own destruction.
The woman in uniform looked at Ye Fan with murderous intent: "If the master is so angry, this kid will definitely die!"
The woman in purple also had a cold look on her eyes: "It's not just death, but the master must have slapped him, because the master hates others' arrogant words and say that they are better than heaven."
The others also nodded and agreed. In addition to the same hatred against the enemy, there was also Luang Po Pan who was the number one master in Xiang Kingdom, which Ye Fan could not beat.
The woman in purple shouted: "Master, why use a ox knife to kill a chicken?
You give him to us.”
The woman in uniform also took out a hot weapon: "Yes, Master, we kill him with guns and knives."
"A bunch of cannon fodder!"
"Long Po Pan, why don't you bring your disciples and grandchildren together?"
Ye Fan, who was operating the Tai Chi meridian to restore his physical strength, looked at Long Po Pan and sneered: "I'm rushing to save people, it's a bit troublesome to kill them one by one."
He did not take the initiative to attack, shot nearly a hundred crossbow arrows and killed nearly a hundred guards, which was a bit exhausted.
He needed some time to recover, so he deliberately provoked the other party.
"Get out!"
Luang Po Pan signaled the women in purple not to come.
Then he pinched a scimitar and looked at Ye Fan and said coldly: "Young man, you are really arrogant."
Ye Fan smiled: "Can you call a young man without being arrogant?"
"court death!"
Luang Po Pan was furious, raised his left hand and cut out with a knife.
"Bang" the ground instantly cracked a ravine and attacked Ye Fan.
The women in uniform had their eyes straight.
Oh my God, this Long Po Pan is so powerful that he cut the ground like this with just one knife.
"A little trick to carving insects" Ye Fan bowed his body and stepped on his left foot.
Horses step on thousands of troops.
With a loud bang, the crack that attacked Ye Fan broke instantly, and the actual murderous intent dissipated.
Failed to hit the "swoosh" attack, Luang Po Pan's face changed slightly, and his left hand raised again.
The next moment, a sword broke into the sky, as if it was about to penetrate the world and take Ye Fan's chest! It was originally just an ordinary sword, but it made the women in purple and the others instantly feel creepy and look horrified.
Because of this sword, it made a blast all the way, flying like a rocket.
"Dead!"
The women in purple shook their heads slightly and determined that Ye Fan could not resist being penetrated by the heart.
With this knife alone, the woman in purple believed that Ye Fan would probably not be able to stop her from practicing for another ten years.
"Huh" Ye Fan laughed loudly, then punched him in a sudden! "Bang!"
A loud bang exploded! The light dissipated and a sound came from the crowd.
That was the surprised voice of the woman in uniform.
In everyone's sight, the knife that was flying Ye Fan was shocked by him and fell back into Luang Po Pan's hands.
Ye Fan stood firmly, as if nothing had happened.
The women in uniform frowned slightly and didn't like Ye Fan's calm appearance. In their opinion, this is the demeanor that only Luang Po Pan can have.
Ye Fan is about the same age as them, why is he so arrogant?
"Although I don't want to admit your strength, I'm afraid that there is a high probability of breaking through the peak of the earth's realm if I give you ten years."
"For fifty years, maybe I can break through the heavenly realm like the old master of Cihangzhai."
A hint of surprise flashed through Luang Po Pan's eyes: "Because of such a huge Chinese state, there are only a handful of young people who can block my two blows."
"It's just a pity. Although I cherish my talent, you killed my disciple and someone else wants you to die. I can only kill you."
Luang Po Pan slowly stood up from the stone: "Young man, what a pity, you will die under my knife soon!"
The woman in purple had hot eyes: "Master is going to take action."
The women in the military uniform were stunned: Isn’t this serious?
Luang Po Pan is so invincible?
Feeling the shocked expression of his companion, the woman in purple curled her lips and snorted: "Master just warmed up, and he really tried his best to scare Ye Fan to death."
"But this kid can die with peace of mind. There are not many people in this world who can make the master take serious action."
"And they died under the Four Swords of Fengyun."
She sighed quietly with her hands on her back, looking as if Luang Po Pan was lonely and desperate for defeat.
"Four swords of the wind and clouds?"
The women in uniform exclaimed: "Is it one of the top ten skills of Tianlong Temple in the legendary world?"
"One knife cuts a person's heart, one knife takes a break, one knife leaves nothing but hatred, one knife is misty, these four knifes?"
"This is a knife technique that has been lost for a hundred years."
Their eyes were shocked indescribable, and they were obviously aware of the power of this sword technique.
"Yes, it's these four swords."
The woman in purple smiled proudly: "I won't hide it anymore. My master is the last successor of Tianlong Temple..." "Ye Fan, I'm dead!"
The women in uniform looked at Ye Fan sympathetically.
The four swords of the wind and clouds shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods.
Ye Fan will die.
At this moment, Luang Po Pan walked out of the pavilion, held the sword and spoke to Ye Fan: "Young man, are you ready?"
Ye Fan said lightly: "It's ready to send you a ride."
"Sir!"
Luang Po Pan smiled, then bounced his body, like a bird rushing to Ye Fan.
He waved his sword suddenly.
The cold light flashes.
Luang Po Pan is very confident and can kill Ye Fan.
"So what if I kill Miyamoto but Ma Shuo?
That's because he underestimated the enemy and was hurt by you."
"So what if the land is successful?
I have no foundation for a year, but just a child who has just learned to walk.”
"I have been promoted to the realm of the earth at the age of 45. Although I have not made any progress in fifteen years, it has also made my foundation firm and inconsistent."
"Today, I will let you see what the real realm of state is."
While Long Po Pan sneered at Ye Fan, he pressed his sword with red eyes.
"A single knife cuts off one's heart!"
The blade instantly turned red, shining with dazzling red light, as if blood was flowing.
Ye Fan raised his head and came with a knife.
The sword's aura was extremely fierce.
The women in purple shook their heads and squinted their eyes, and concluded that Ye Fan was about to be split into two pieces.
But Ye Fan raised his hand and punched him.
"Bang" the fists and swords collided, and a loud bang, the red light dissipated, and Luang Po Pan retreated three meters quickly.
Ye Fan was still standing there.
The women in purple were stunned: Did he catch it?