Chapter 1574: Killing you is easy!

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"Who else is not convinced, just let it go!"

Ye Fan's unbridled yelling resounded throughout the martial arts field.

For a moment, the audience was silent and silent.

Thousands of Xuantian Temple disciples all had their heads lowered, and they didn't dare to meet Ye Fan's eyes, and even their breath was choked.

Before, Ye Fan declared that he would kill Zheng Zhanpeng in a flash. Everyone ridiculed him and regarded him as a complete fool!

And now, Ye Fan really did it!

This is more than a spike?

The overbearing punch directly knocked Zheng Zhanpeng into ashes, leaving no bones.

You know, Zheng Zhanpeng is not a little boy, but the master of Xuantiangong, the most amazing and brilliant disciple in the past 100 years, who reached the realm of transforming gods at a young age.

If there is no accident, Zheng Zhanpeng will become the true immortal of the Tribulation in a few years, replacing Jiang Ying as the new palace owner of Xuantian Palace.

However, Zheng Zhanpeng didn't shine with his own light, so he fell.

"Humph!"

Fu Kuishan let out a cold snort, and a sullen color flashed in his eyes, which obviously caused a real fire.

He regarded Zheng Zhanpeng as the candidate for his son-in-law, but Zheng Zhanpeng died tragically in the first place. Where did this put his face?

"Seventh brother, go! Let this kid know that our Fu family is great!" Fu Kuishan ordered.

"yes, Sir!"

A middle-aged man in black came out, with a national character face, a hooked nose, and his brows as swords, his eyes were cold, and his gestures revealed surging blood.

This person was named Fu Lin, ranked seventh in the Fu family, and was also a powerhouse in the Seventh Transformation Realm.

Moreover, his cultivation level is far stronger than the fifth elder of Xuantian Palace, and it is infinitely close to the eighth turn of God.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Fu Lin walked towards Ye Fan on the edge of the ring, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Boy, you are a disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Gate, and you should have a promising future if you can cross the border to kill the cultivator of the God of Transformation! But you shouldn't do anything about it! Oh, shouldn’t offend our Fu family, is there any last words to say before dying?!"

His tone is extremely domineering, as if he is sure of winning.

Although Ye Fan hit Zheng Zhanpeng with a punch, it didn't make him fearful.

There are nine turns in the state of transforming gods, one turn and one heaven.

The seventh turn is a watershed.

A monk in this realm controls yin and yang, dominates the universe, and uses the supreme magical powers to create domains within a certain range of his body.

In the realm, facing enemies weaker than oneself is an invincible existence, and can even change the rules of heaven and earth, just like a god!

Now, Ye Fan handed over the burial sword to Cao Yunxi, unarmed.

Therefore, in Fu Lin's eyes, he is as weak as an ant, without deterrence.

"cut!"

Ye Fan curled his lips in disdain, and said coldly: "Seventh Turn of God, there is nothing to show off, I haven't killed it!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar, and many people's facial muscles twitched, completely shocked by this madman.

A cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage clamoring to kill the powerhouse of the Seventh Rank of Transformation is like a primary school student who wants to compete with the World Fighting Championship.

However, Fu Lin's face turned gloomy, he felt absolute confidence in Ye Fan's words, not bluffing.

"You...really have the confidence to defeat me?" Fu Lin asked subconsciously, for fear that Ye Fan would have any other killers in the box.

"Do not!"

Ye Fan shook his head.

Hearing this, Fu Lin let out a sigh of relief and secretly said that he was too worried.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Fan looked at Fu Lin and said again:

"I am not confident to defeat you, but to kill you!"

"Killing you is easy!"

...

Ye Fan's voice was calm, flat and straightforward, as if it was expounding some natural facts, without exaggeration.

Hearing this, almost everyone present was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and the soul seemed to have been hit by an unprecedented shock, unable to describe the feeling at the moment in words.

"Good good!"

Fu Lin grinned with anger, his eyes spit fire, and he glared at Ye Fan fiercely and scolded: "In the past few years, I have also seen many peerless arrogances, but this is the first time I have seen someone so rampant as you! At that time, your grandfather hadn't been born yet, is he really deceiving my Fu family?!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, a fierce, cruel, violent, and violent aura erupted from Fu Lin's body, spreading in all directions like a tide, raging to the sky, and ghosts and gods retreated.

In an instant, the entire martial arts field was covered by this evil spirit.

Some disciples of the Xuantian Temple with weaker cultivation bases had numb scalp, and only felt a coolness pouring from the soles of their feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if they were about to freeze the blood and soul together.

"Domain-open!"

Fu Lin yelled, opened the domain, and enveloped himself and Ye Fan.

In an instant, Ye Fan seemed to be separated from the great world, unable to feel the external vitality of heaven and earth.

And Fu Lin has also undergone incredible changes, like a Primordial Demon King, with the sky above his head, and his feet on the earth, solitary and independent, exuding the aura of majestic nine heavens and ten earths, suppressing the heavens and the world.

As long as you move your fingers, it seems that you can kill hundreds of millions of creatures in the world.

Feeling the tremendous pressure in the field, Ye Fan didn't change his face, but his thoughts moved.

The next moment, a wooden sword appeared in his hand.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

All the eyes of the audience focused on the wooden sword.

In everyone's eyes, Ye Fan is so big, he must be a killer or a treasure.

However, after a while, the eyes of everyone were confused, confused, and incredible.

From this wooden sword, they did not feel any spiritual power, and its material was also very ordinary, that is, wood that can be seen everywhere, and it can be seen everywhere on the floor, and it is not worth a few copper plates.

Any one of the soldiers present is far stronger than this wooden sword.

Wanting to defeat Fu Lin with this wooden sword is simply a dream.

"a ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Fu Lin let out a brazen laugh: "Boy, if you hold a burial knife, you may still pose a slight threat to me! But this kind of stuff can't even match the most trash yellow-order spiritual weapon, so I'll be fine. Standing still and letting you cut for a hundred years, you can't do any harm to me!"

"Oh? Really?"

Ye Fan held the sword in one hand, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fu Lin looked at him coldly, and said with a sneer: "When death is about to come, I'm still playing mystery, don't talk nonsense with you! I am a **** in the realm, die!"

"Hundreds of millions of times gravity!"

As soon as the voice fell, a rainbow light descended from the sky, blasting on Ye Fan's body.

"Kab! Kab! Kab..."

In an instant, the ground under Ye Fan's feet seemed to be bombarded by Optimus Pillar, cracking into dense cracks.

...

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, the palace lord Xiao Shoutian in the distance changed his face and exclaimed, "Fu Lin has not only opened up the domain, but also controlled gravity! I'm afraid that Ye Fan will not be able to escape this catastrophe and will fall here!"

Hearing this, Mu Qingxuan, who was next to her, trembled, her beautiful eyes flashed with sorrow, but she was helpless.

Assuming that a person weighs 70 kilograms and suffers hundreds of millions of times of gravity, it is equivalent to seven million tons.

This is not a mountain of seven million tons, weighing on it.

It is the seven million tons of pressure that evenly acts on every part of the body, every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, and internal organs are all bearing this weight.

Not to mention a mere cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage, even if it is a powerhouse of Rank 5 and 6 Transformation, it can't bear it, and the flesh will be crushed instantly and become bloody.

A look of excitement appeared on Fu Lin's face, as if looking forward to the tragic death of Ye Fan.

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

After more than half a minute, Ye Fan still stood in place, unharmed, not even a single strand of hair was damaged.

"This...what's going on?" Fu Lin's face changed wildly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

He didn't know that Ye Fan had a heavenly hegemony body, and he had a series of adventures. After being transformed by the fire of Nirvana and the golden flame of the sun, he was also baptized by the light of heaven.

In terms of pure physical power, even the powerhouse of the Ninth Transformation God cannot be compared with him.

When Fu Lin was stunned, Ye Fan raised his head slightly, the corner of his mouth smiled even more, looked at him and said:

"Since you have made a move, next, it's my turn!"

"Swordsmanship-No Phase and No Me!"