Luang Po Pan also looked at Ye Fan with great shock.
Not only was he knocked back by Ye Fan's punch, he also had a severe pain in the tiger's mouth, and even a trace of blood oozed out.
"Why are the speed and strength of the guy who has just entered the realm for several months?
"Is it because I underestimated the enemy?"
Not only did he advance into the realm early, he has also been constantly tempering his body and repairing qi and blood over the years, and has already trained his muscles to become copper and iron bones.
So Ye Fan repelled him with one move, hurting him, which shocked him indescribably.
But he quickly returned to peace, and he grasped his hand. The redness and swelling disappeared, the pain disappeared, and he returned to his original state, as if he had not been injured.
Ye Fan looked at him and said lightly: "If you only have this kind of Taoism, you will disappoint me."
The woman in purple was so angry that she heard this: "Shut up! Master is starting to move, but she hasn't acted yet."
Ye Fan looked at Luang Po Pan and smiled: “Is that so?
Then let you have another move?"
"I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!"
Luang Po Pan's face darkened and his body shook.
He instantly turned into dozens of phantoms and attacked Ye Fan from all directions.
"Think about it with one stroke!"
"Scream!"
A blood-colored light, accompanied by a shrill whistle, slashed towards Ye Fan like a rainbow.
The blade approached the front and suddenly became much brighter, with blood and air vaguely flowing on the surface.
Ye Fan's eyes shone brightly, and he moved his steps, and he showed his willow steps towards the wind.
"Bang!"
The blood-colored light fell from the sky and slashed at Ye Fan's shadow with all his strength.
Although the other party's sword failed, Ye Fan, who was calm, still felt shocked all over.
Both feet were under the shock of this attack, and took a small step back.
At the same time, the blood and blood rolled.
Assisted the knife light and slashed the area, a rock had even cracked.
Ye Fan's piece of clothes and a few hairs were also broken and flew away in the airflow.
It's so scary.
But that's all, Luang Po Pan's sword still did not hurt Ye Fan.
"What?"
The women in purple cried out again, unable to believe that Ye Fan avoided the second knife again.
Luang Po Pan's eyelids also twitched.
This kid is so defensive. He used two consecutive killing moves, but he didn't expect that he would not hurt Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked at Luang Po Pan and said lightly: "The number one master in Xiang Kingdom, but that's it."
"A sword is full of mist and rain!"
"Swoosh!"
The sound of killing sounded, and the treasure sword in Luang Po Pan's hand again used the third sword.
At this moment, Luang Po Pan's precious sword was bloody and illuminated the rain around him.
"Master, no!"
Seeing this, the woman in purple shouted in shock: "This knife is not easy to control."
This sword will not only kill the enemy, but also hurt innocent people if you accidentally.
Because it is powerful and difficult to control.
Luang Po Pan grinned: "There is no retreat."
Since his debut, he has never been defeated by Xiangguo, even if he is alone against the seventy-two masters, he has not been defeated.
Now that he has suffered a great loss in a boy from China, how can he continue to be worshipped by the Xiang Kingdom if he doesn’t kill him?
Seeing that he could not advise his master, the woman in purple could only shout at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan bastard, aren't you surrender?"
"Once Master uses the third sword of Fengyun, not only will you die, but you may also flatten the mountain."
"You haven't given up on resisting yet?"
The woman in purple was angry: "You want to take us to bury us, it is a selfish act."
"Idiot, let alone your master is angry and embarrassed. Even if you follow him and you are still asking for trouble."
Ye Fan sneered: "Besides, let alone one knife, even ten swords, your master can't kill me."
"I'm avoiding him for two moves, but I'm just learning his essence."
"Also flatten the entire hill?"
"You are too proud of your master."
Ye Fan raised his hand at Luang Po Pan: "I can blow it with one punch."
"A sword is full of mist and rain!"
Luang Po Pan was so angry that he was so excited that he swung his sword and rushed out.
The red light made a huge flicker and shot towards Ye Fan in an instant.
At the same time, the rain in the sky was also reflected red, as if it had turned into a sharp knife, and it was swishing towards Ye Fan.
The sky is full of swords and rain, through the wind and stones.
The women in purple had a stinging cheek and they all retreated in fear, hoping not to involve themselves.
It's over.
If Ye Fan can't stop this shot, they will be affected.
And can Ye Fan stop it?
Obviously not.
"Swoosh" Long Po Pan, and it was coming in a flash! A burst of heat flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.
With this knife, he clearly felt an unprecedented murderous aura that never gives up.
There were many trees and stones around him, and they were hit by the rain of swords wrapped in swords, all with many marks.
It's dense and shocking.
The destructive power caused by the misty rain of Luang Po Pan is completely beyond Ye Fan's imagination.
Ye Fan used the wind-facing willow steps to avoid it, but he was still swept by a few drops of knife rain, his clothes were torn and his skin was severely painful.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and slapped his right hand, and the fish intestine sword was horizontally in front of him.
"Dangdang" red light burst into flames.
The scimitar slashed the sword, and a loud bang stopped in the air.
The women in purple were dry-mouthed: Did they catch them again?
Luang Po Pan also had his eyes wide open, and he couldn't believe that Ye Fan could block it.
"It's my turn!"
Before Luang Po Pan could react, Ye Fan roared: "Break it for me!"
He punched Luang Po Pan out.
"asshole!"
Luang Po Pan changed his face again, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to have the strength to fight.
Facing the first punch or close-range punch, he could only block it with a sword.
"Boom."
With a loud bang, a terrifying force erupted from Ye Fan's fist and hit Luang Po Pan's sword hard.
Luang Po Pan groaned, his eyes were painful, and his legs dragged the ground and fell out.
The women in purple cried out in surprise: "Master!"
They looked at this scene in horror, but never expected that Ye Fan could not only block his master's third sword, but also counterattacked and forced his master back a few meters.
"Boy, you deserve to die!"
Luang Po Pan suffered losses repeatedly, and shouted loudly, and was full of anger.
"The fourth sword of Fengyun, one sword is empty and resentful" "Let you have enough and resentful!"
Before Luang Po Pan could use the fourth sword, Ye Fan suddenly slacked off.
He appeared in the sky above Luang Po Pan like a illusion.
He had a cold face and stepped on it with all his strength, as if he was crushing an ant.
This kick is like an ancient beast, with immortal fighting spirit.
"No!"
Luang Po Pan's face sounded loudly, and he blocked the knife again. Just as he touched it, he screamed wildly again.
It can't be stopped, it really can't be stopped.
When the sword broke with a sound, the right hand also broke with a click, and blood spurted out from the mouth and nose.
Luang Po Pan was very sad and angry. His sword and hand had killed many powerful people.
But in front of Ye Fan's kick, he was like a vulnerable ant.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan stepped on his sword and his right hand, and his momentum went straight into his chest without diminishing power. He fell straight into the water puddle with his sword.
"Boom."
The puddle vibrates and mud and water splashes everywhere.
Luang Po Pan's sternum was broken and his blood was sprayed, and his four legs were poured into the puddle of water.
He could not express his grief and anger, and his endless sadness, but he was more shocked.
He had discovered that Ye Fan's skills were not a great achievement in the Earth Realm. He could make himself like this, at least at the peak of the Earth Realm.
At this age and at this level, it is too evil and perverted. Luang Po Pan is exhausted.
Seeing this, the women in purple were all cold and they were covering their little mouths tightly.
The dignified Luang Po Pan, the number one master in the Xiang Kingdom, was actually stepped into the puddle by Ye Fan?
This is simply unbelievable.
But the cruel reality was in front of him, and Luang Po Pan was trampled over by Ye Fan like a dead dog.
“It’s over.”
After Ye Fan calmly landed, he took two steps forward and stepped on Luang Po Pan's throat.
"No" Long Po Pan's heart trembled, and he roared angrily, and his whole body's strength was pressing on, and his left hand wanted to block Ye Fan's kick.
But he had just raised his left hand and Ye Fan had already stepped on his throat.
"Click!"
With a sharp sound, Luang Po Pan stopped all his movements.
Luang Po Pan did not shout or struggle, but suddenly, his whole body lost its strength and fell back to the ground.
His eyes were full of aggrievance and anger, staring at Ye Fan, full of despair, suspicion and hatred... He seemed to die and didn't believe it, Ye Fan killed him like this.
"Swoosh" Ye Fan did not stop at all, and picked up the Fish Intestine Sword and waved it.
"Pu" Luang Po Pan's head fell to the ground.
The woman in purple shouted hysterically: "No" the woman in uniform subconsciously lifted her guns.
A cold light flashed.
Countless broken blades flew.
"Ah" the women in purple screamed, covering their throats and fell to the ground.
Ye Fan didn't even look at it, and he left... The wind and rain were tight.