Chapter 1281: Beat through a palace!

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"Next, come and die!"

Ye Fan's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing the chests of everyone in the arena.

The young disciples who just clamored to frustrate Ye Fan's bones and ashes were all speechless, holding their breath, not even daring to let one fart.

Although Ye Fan only made one move, the giant palm covering the sky was too terrifying.

Kill the enemy Liwei!

Just like Ye Fan said, who plays at this time is no different from sending death.

After several minutes passed, there was deathly silence in the court, and no one came out to challenge Ye Fan.

"a ha ha ha……"

Ye Fan laughed loudly and said, "What a **** witch, it turns out that it's a group of timid rats, just you mobs, you still practice witchcraft, just go home and grow sweet potatoes!"

Hearing this naked humiliation, the faces of the older witchmen masters suddenly became gloomy, even more ugly than eating shit.

If the scene in front of us spreads, how can their Wu Clan stand in the Miao border?

At this moment, the Witch King finally couldn't sit still, his eyes were fierce, and he pointed at Ye Fan viciously: "Whoever kills this kid, I will teach him the "Ancestor Witch Scripture"!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The eyes of those young disciples suddenly showed covetousness and greed.

You know, the "Ancestor Witch Scripture" is a sacred book of the witch gate. Only the Witch King can practice it. It records countless powerful witchcraft, and can even summon the legendary Twelve Ancestor Witch. That is equivalent to the default candidate for the next Witch King.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

Soon, a blackfaced sorcerer walked out of the crowd.

"Boy, let Lao Tzu meet you!"

"Sakado...Imoda...Abba Feif..."

The black-faced sorcerer whispered a few spells, and then his body changed unbelievably, turning it into a mist, as if he had no body.

Even at a certain distance, one could feel an extremely evil aura from the black mist, which was creepy and shuddering.

"Wow!"

The black mist swept towards Ye Fan, and there was a sizzling sound in the air, as if it would be ecstasy as long as it was covered by the black mist.

Looking at the black mist coming violently, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, sketching out a sarcasm, and said lightly:

"The Burning Eye!"

As soon as the voice fell, two fingernail-sized flames suddenly appeared in the depths of Ye Fan's eyes.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two pure white pillars of fire sprayed out, carrying the might of burning the sky and destroying the world, and hit the black mist.

"Ah!"

A hysterical scream came out from the black fog, which contained pain that was beyond words.

The black-faced sorcerer couldn't maintain the state of black mist at all, and instantly changed back to a human form, but Nan Minglihuo had spread all over his body, looking into the distance like a burning man, constantly rolling on the ground.

However, he didn't flop for long. In less than ten seconds, Nan Minglihuo completely burned him through. The ashes were gone, and there was no ashes left.

"Ho **** ho ho!"

Another sorcerer had red eyes and cracked canthus. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Smelly boy, how dare you kill my brother, I will knock off your skull!"

As he said, the sorcerer took a white bone flute from his waist, put it to his mouth and began to play it.

A burst of high-pitched and harsh music suddenly sounded, and the magic sound filled the ears, as if to destroy Ye Fan's will with this.

[Bequge www.bequge.vip] "Do you dare to show your ugliness if you are a small bugger?" Ye Fan showed disdain.

This kind of consciousness attack, against the kind of warrior who only cultivates the flesh, may have the power to kill, but wanting to use it to deal with Ye Fan is simply a dream.

"Humph! I'll let you see the real divine consciousness attack——Zhanxianfeidao!"

Ye Fan's thoughts moved, and the pure consciousness condensed an invisible flying knife on the top of his head, which turned into a white rainbow, which instantly sank into the shaman's eyebrows.

"thump!"

The sorcerer was shocked and fell to the ground immediately. Although it did not appear to have any wounds on the surface, the three souls and seven souls had been wiped out and completely dead.

Seeing this weird move, the eyes of the Witch King in the distance revealed unconcealed shock and astonishment.

Others may not be strong enough to see the mystery of the blow, but the Witch King can capture the trajectory of the invisible flying knife, and feel the terrifying power even more. Even if he dare not force it, he can only avoid it. Its edge.

"kill!"

"Blood debts can only be paid by blood!"

"Get rid of this kid and avenge the brothers!"

"We have so many masters in Wumen, why can't we help this kid?"

All of a sudden, many young disciples of the Wu Clan were blushing, and rushed to Ye Fan one after another, trying to kill him.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

Ye Fan showed great power and mercilessly. He had the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth with a single blow. No one could hold on to the second move in his hands.

Ye Fan is like a **** from ancient times, invincible at all.

...

A quarter of an hour later, a hellish scene of Shura appeared in the Witch Palace.

Red blood, broken bones, scattered corpses, shattered weapons...

Among the witches, life and death is synonymous with "cruel".

Every sorcerer who fights has the determination to die!

However, at this moment, this is not a fight at all, but a one-sided massacre.

"Crack!"

After Ye Fan broke the neck of a sorcerer again, he scanned the audience and asked coldly:

"Who else?"

The simple three words contain murderous aura.

The remaining young disciples of Wu Clan took a step back subconsciously, their faces couldn't hide the panic, and they didn't dare to look at Ye Fan at all.

Those who can cultivate in the witch palace are all outstanding in the witch sect. Their strength should not be underestimated, but seeing Ye Fan, an overbearing and invincible element, they have long been scared, like a humble ant who has met. The nine-day real dragon is only worthy of bowing its head.

With one person's power, he penetrated the entire witch palace, and stepped on the soles of the younger generation of witches' disciples...

"enough!"

Suddenly, the Witch King said: "Ye Nantian, you really gave birth to a good son! This is the end of this round of life and death, and you win!"

The Witch King's tone seemed plain, but his heart was already bleeding.

It takes countless manpower and material resources to train a sorcerer. The loss of so many young disciples is a serious injury to the witch palace, and it will take at least several years to heal.

"Hahaha..."

Ye Nantian let out a heroic laugh, took a step forward suddenly, the unparalleled aura of the world burst out, straight into the sky, and said with full aura: "Witch King, since the battle of the younger generation is over, it should be It's my turn! Come on, who are you going to play first?"

Upon hearing the words, the Witch King walked out of the crowd, confronted Ye Nantian, and said: "As the Witch King, naturally you should take the lead!"

As soon as this statement came out, the faces of many Wumen masters around changed greatly, and they persuaded:

"Master Witch King, never!"

"You are the body of ten thousand gold, how can you take risks with your body?"

"Let us play first and test his details!"

...

"Huh!" The Witch King sneered and asked, "What? Do you think this king can't beat Ye Nantian?"

"Of course not!" Many Wumen masters suddenly shook their heads.

"That's not it!" The Witch King turned his head and looked at Ye Nantian and said, "Ye Nantian, eighteen years ago, you had a bloodbath in the Witch Palace, this king has always remembered this enmity! Since you brought it here today, this king Will never be soft!"

Hearing these words, Ye Nantian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

According to common sense, the Witch King should let other masters challenge him to test his strength and moves.

But now, the Witch King is directly on the battlefield, indicating that he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

"Okay!" Ye Nantian nodded, and said solemnly: "Let's make a move, have a good fight!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, a vast and majestic force burst out of the Witch King, spreading in all directions, dissipating the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain a bit, and the Witch Sect masters could only barely stand still if they tried their best.

Before he started, the Witch King showed extremely powerful strength, and he was worthy of being the leader of the Witch Clan.

Immediately afterwards, the Witch King stepped on a weird step, like a great jumping god, still chanting words in his mouth:

"Witch **** from ancient times, your most pious believer, ask you to come--"

"Ancestral Witch Possession!"