"Do you think that if you kill the Black Rakshasa and Seraph, you will be invincible?"
"Do you think that you can despise everything after reaching the great realm of the earth?"
"you are too naive."
"This world is more powerful than you think."
"I entered the Yellow Realm at the age of sixteen, the Xuan Realm at the age of twenty-five, and the Earth Realm at the age of forty. I have been ranked as the number one master in the Xiang Kingdom for twenty years."
"My skills and conduct are at the top of the pyramid in the world."
"But even with this achievement, I dare not say anything about Shengtian Banzi. How do you, a boy in his early twenties, have the qualifications to say this?"
"Today, I am here to teach you what it means that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. I will also let you know what the consequences will be if you kill my disciple!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Luang Po Pan couldn't help laughing angrily.
He has seen many evil geniuses and many frivolous young people, but Ye Fan is the first one who dares to be so arrogant in front of him.
In particular, Ye Fan said he was better than half a son of the sky, which made Long Po Pan, who loves Go, feel insulted.
"He's finished!"
"He's dead!"
When Luang Por Pan lost his temper, more than a dozen defeated soldiers appeared on the top of the mountain.
At the front are a woman in military uniform and a woman in purple. The former is from the Dragon Temple, and the latter is a close disciple of Luang Po Pan.
They were originally guarding another mountain road, but when they heard the fighting here, they ran over to support them.
Seeing the scene in front of them, they were both angry at Ye Fan for being arrogant and ridiculing him for his own destruction.
The woman in uniform looked at Ye Fan murderously: "For making the master so angry, this kid will definitely die!"
The woman in purple also had cold eyes: "More than just death, Master will cut him into pieces, because Master hates when others are arrogant and say they are better than half a son."
The rest of the people also nodded in agreement. In addition to sharing the same hatred and hatred, there was also the fact that Long Po Pan was the number one master in the Xiang Kingdom, and it was impossible for Ye Fan to defeat him.
The woman in purple shouted: "Master, how can I kill a chicken with a bull's knife?"
Just give him to us."
The woman in uniform also took out a hot weapon: "Yes, Master, we will kill him with guns and knives."
"A bunch of cannon fodder!"
"Luang Po Pan, why don't you bring your disciples and grandchildren with you?"
Ye Fan, who was running the "Tai Chi Sutra" to regain his strength, looked at Long Po Pan and sneered: "I'm in a hurry to save people, it's a bit troublesome to kill them one by one."
He did not take the initiative to attack. He shot away nearly a hundred crossbow arrows and killed nearly a hundred guards. His strength was a bit depleted.
He needed some time to recover, so he deliberately provoked the opponent.
"Back off!"
Luang Por Pan signaled the purple-clothed women not to come over.
Then he picked up a machete, looked at Ye Fan and said coldly: "Young man, you are really arrogant."
Ye Fan smiled: "Can you call yourself a young man if you are not arrogant?"
"court death!"
Luang Po Pan became angry, raised his left hand and drew out the knife.
"Pa--" The ground instantly opened up and a ravine hit Ye Fan.
The eyes of the women in uniform were straight.
Oh my god, this Luang Phor Pan is so powerful, it can split the ground like this with just one knife.
"A little trick -" Ye Fan bowed his body and stepped hard with his left foot.
Horses trample thousands of troops.
With a loud noise, the crack that hit Ye Fan broke instantly, and the essentially same murderous intention dissipated.
"Whoosh——" The blow missed, Long Po Pan's face changed slightly, and he raised his left hand again.
The next moment, a knife flew across the air, as if it was going to penetrate the world and go straight to Ye Fan's chest! It was just an ordinary knife at first, but it made the women in purple instantly feel horrified and looked horrified.
Because this knife flew out, it made an explosion and flew like a rocket.
"Dead!"
The women in purple shook their heads slightly, deciding that Ye Fan could not resist having his heart pierced.
With this sword alone, the purple-clothed woman thought that she might not be able to stop Ye Fan if he practiced for another ten years.
"Huh -" Ye Fan laughed, and then punched him! "Bang!"
There was a loud explosion! The light dissipated, and a cry of "ah" came from the crowd.
That was the surprised voice of the woman in uniform.
In the sight of everyone, the knife that flew towards Ye Fan was knocked back by him and fell into the hands of Long Po Pan again.
But Ye Fan stood there, as if nothing had happened.
The women in uniform frowned slightly, not liking Ye Fan's calm demeanor. In their opinion, this was the magnanimity that only Long Po Pan could have.
Ye Fan is about the same age as them, why is he so arrogant?
"Although I don't want to admit how powerful you are, I give you ten years to give you a high chance of reaching the peak of the Earth Realm."
"In fifty years, maybe I can break through to the heavenly realm like the old master of Cihang Zhai."
A flash of surprise flashed across Long Po Pan's eyes: "Because in such a big China, there are only a handful of young people who can block my two swords."
"It's just a pity. Although I appreciate my talent, if you kill my apprentice and someone wants you dead, I can only kill him."
Luang Phor Pan slowly stood up from the stone: "Young man, what a pity, you will die by my sword soon!"
The purple-clothed woman's eyes were blazing: "Master is going to show his true intentions."
The women in military uniforms were stunned: This is not serious?
Is Luang Phor Pan really so invincible?
Sensing the shocked look on her companion's face, the woman in purple curled her lips and snorted: "Master was just warming up. If he really goes all out, he can scare Ye Fan to death."
"But this kid can die in peace. There are not many people in this world who can make Master show his true intentions."
"And he still died under the four swords of Feng Yun."
She put her hands behind her back and sighed quietly, looking like a lonely Luang Po Pan seeking defeat.
"Four Swordsmen in the Storm?"
The uniformed woman and the others exclaimed: "But it's one of the legendary Tenryuji Temple's top ten stunts?"
"One knife breaks a person's heart, one knife requires no thought, one knife leaves no trace of hatred, and one knife cuts into mist. These four knifes?"
"This is a sword technique that has been lost for hundreds of years."
Their eyes were filled with indescribable shock, and they clearly knew how powerful this sword technique was.
"Yes, it is these four swords."
The woman in purple smiled proudly: "I won't hide it anymore, my master is the last descendant of Tianlong Temple..." "Ye Fan, you are dead!"
The women in uniform looked at Mark with sympathy.
The four swords in the storm shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.
Ye Fan must die.
At this moment, Long Po Pan walked out of the pavilion, held the sword and said to Ye Fan: "Young man, are you ready?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "I'm ready to give you a ride."
"Shuzi!"
Long Po Pan gave a weird laugh, then jumped up and rushed to Ye Fan like a flying bird.
He swung his sword fiercely.
Cold light flashes.
Luang Po Pan was very confident and could kill Ye Fan.
“So what if I kill Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru?
That's because he underestimated the enemy and was carelessly injured by you."
“So what if the realm is great?
He has no foundation for a year, he is just a child who has just learned to walk."
"I was promoted to the Great Realm of Realm at the age of forty-five. Although I haven't made any progress in fifteen years, it still gave me a solid foundation."
"Today, I will show you what the true realm of perfection is."
Luang Po Pan sneered at Ye Fan and pressed the sword with red eyes.
"Cut a person's heart with one knife!"
The blade of the sword instantly turned red, shining with a dazzling red light, as if blood was flowing.
As soon as Ye Fan raised his head, the knife was already coming.
The sword energy was extremely powerful.
The women in purple all shook their heads and squinted their eyes, concluding that Ye Fan was about to be split into two pieces.
It's just that Ye Fan raised his hand and punched him.
"Bang -" The fists and knives collided with each other, with a loud noise, the red light dispersed in the sky, and Long Po Pan retreated three meters.
Ye Fan still stood where he was.
The women in purple were stunned: Did he catch it?
