"Boom!"
Zhao Fa spouted blood and teeth, and knocked down the high wall behind him. He was so angry that his mouth was slapped and his teeth were knocked out in front of so many people, which made his lungs explode.
"Hey!"
Nine sword lights spewed out from his mouth, turned into a nine-colored rainbow and shot at Ye Fan's body, gorgeous and magnificent, with murderous aura gushing out like a tide.
This is the Nine-Mouth Excalibur, made of different meteorite irons, with different colors, all of which are no more than the length of a palm, but they are extremely sharp, as sharp as a light.
They pierced through the void and rushed out from the void, like the nine wings of a divine phoenix, spraying out endless auspicious colors, sweeping towards them.
It looks coquettish and beautiful, but its murderous aura soars into the sky. The soul that can beheaded penetrates into the bones of a person, icy and cold.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's big golden hand slapped out, covering all nine flying swords of different colors, making them tremble unceasingly, even the rare meteorite in the world could not bear this force.
"Clang!", "Clang!", "Clang!"...
Ye Fan grasped all nine colorful swords in his hands, and crushed them hard with his golden fingers. The sound of "clank!" was heard endlessly, and all of them broke.
Then, colored iron powder fell from between his fingers, and he turned the god iron into fine powder with his strong fingers!
Everyone was shocked, did Saint Body really kill himself? This is too nonsense, this news is completely deceiving people!
"You..." Zhao Fa changed color, fear grew in his heart, and said, "You didn't kill yourself!"
Ye Fan strode forward, every step made the whole street vibrate, like a big drum beating in the sky and earth, resounding in everyone's heart.
Zhao Fa's expression changed drastically. If Ye Fan hadn't killed himself, even if he fought hard, he would not escape death, and his mind was extremely disordered.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan rushed over when he was emotionally unstable, and his big golden hand came down again, turning into a round of big golden millstones and falling down.
"I really cut myself down to..." He spoke with a smile, but his actions were ruthless.
"What..." Zhao Fa was stunned for a moment, but the distance was so close that he had no way to avoid it, so he bit the bullet to meet it.
"when!"
As if hitting an iron stake, Ye Fan's big golden hands, like a millstone, slammed half of Zhao Fa's body into the ground.
"boom!"
Ye Fan struck again, causing Zhao Fa's eyes to glisten, blood spurting from his mouth, his body sank another foot, and everything below his chest was buried in the earth and rocks.
"I've said it all, self-cultivation is half useless, and there is still a little bit of self-protection power left, but you deceive me like this, can you pinch me casually when I am a soft persimmon?"
Ye Fan squatted down, mercilessly, and slapped his backhand, with a crisp sound, two or three of Zhao Fa's teeth fell out again, making his internal organs burn with anger.
"I forgot to tell you in detail. Under the treatment of Divine Doctor Wang, I have indeed cut my own Dao fruit and fell into the four-pole secret realm, but I still have the cultivation base of the peak of Dao Palace." Ye Fan smiled brightly.
"Snapped!"
Then, he slapped him down again, making Zhao Fa dizzy and bleeding from his mouth.
"You are too impatient, and you can't wait to seize my holy sword, don't you understand the reason why the rafters rot first?"
"You have fallen into the four-pole secret realm?!" Zhao Fa gritted his teeth, his expression was cold, and his eyes showed murderous intent.
"boom!"
He seemed to possess extremely strong self-confidence, and a purple awn shot out of his body, like a huge purple dragon moving the sky.
Ye Fan laughed loudly, but his eyes became colder. He rolled his hands and pressed down, and said, "You know that my cultivation level is not as good as before, can you not hold back anymore? You don't want to think about how close you are to me!"
"Snapped!"
He slapped it down with a slap, and the teeth in Zhao Fa's mouth almost fell out, mixed with blood and water, and the purple awns that rushed out of his body were suppressed back.
"You're so close to me, you'd better be honest!"
Ye Fan gave him another big slap, causing his body to sink more than half a foot again, leaving only one head still on the ground.
Zhao Fa's face was livid, this was the first time he had experienced such a shame and humiliation, he was so sad that he wanted to shout out, originally everything was under control, and he came here to seek the holy sword. I never thought about it, but it turned out to be such a result. I was thrown alive into the earth and rocks, and I didn't even have the strength to fight back, so I got slapped several times in a row.
"That's enough, you guys are going too far!" The Son of Zifu stood in the distance, staring at Ye Fan with cold eyes.
"Just now when Zhao Fa bullied Ye Fan, why didn't you speak?" Li Heishui gave him a sideways glance, and said coldly, "If you want to complain, just come here!"
The big black dog was even more straightforward, yelling: "Do you want to favor that bastard? I will accompany you on this journey, and I don't mind accepting a holy son as a favor!"
Beside, everyone was speechless, did Saint Body really go to the secret realm of Dao Palace? Why are the people around him getting more and more fierce.
"You sent some of my juniors to foreign lands, and I haven't settled with you yet!" The Son of the Zifu looked cold, staring at the Black Emperor with murderous intent.
"Whoever is afraid of whom, just let the horse come over!"
Ye Fan stood up, looked at the Zifu Shengzi, and said, "Do you really want to make a move?"
All the holy sons are "bright and upright", and no one has rashly attacked him. If the Zifu holy son does something, he will be the first.
"Since you cut your own cultivation and fell into the four-pole secret realm, I don't care about you, a half-useless person!" The Zifu Shengzi's eyes were cold, and he did not challenge.
There was a sneer at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. After all, he was still the Son of God, and he would not make a move easily when he couldn't figure out the situation, so he could still hold his breath.
"Go to hell!" Suddenly, Zhao Fa yelled, and the purple awns soared into the sky.
Above his head, a gigantic star appeared, purple glow shining in the sky, extremely dazzling!
This one and only star possesses endless terrifying divine powers, eclipsing the sun in the sky, emitting monstrous mana fluctuations.
"Ziwei Emperor Star!"
Some people exclaimed, they didn't expect that Zhao Faxiu developed Ziwei Sect's Immortal Divine Art and evolved Ziwei Emperor Star, once it breaks apart, it is enough to destroy a world.
"boom!"
Ye Fan stretched out his big golden hand, which turned into a golden sky tablet and fell down. His divine power fluctuated terribly, and suppressed Ziwei Emperor Star with a puff.
"Get up!" Zhao Fa yelled.
However, Ye Fan's physical body was too strong, and the big hand that turned into a golden stele pressed Ziwei Dixing back into his head, forcing back the monstrous magic power.
"Ah..." Zhao Fa yelled in horror, if the Ziwei Emperor Star collapsed in his body, he would definitely die physically and mentally.
"Help me..." Zhao Fa was really terrified, he couldn't control himself, the big purple star was about to be destroyed in his body.
"Don't you want to take my holy sword and kill me, why are you begging for mercy now?" Ye Fan looked down at him.
Zhao Fa only had one head on the surface, his face was extremely pale, and said: "I should die, I shouldn't be so greedy, save me!"
"boom!"
Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked a big star out of his head, soaring into the sky, and bursting in the distant sky.
The endless purple awns are surging, and the terrifying energy is mighty. Even on the ground, the aftermath like a tsunami can be felt, which makes people horrified.
Although Zhao Fa was saved, there was a gleam of cruelty in his eyes. He suffered such a big loss today, and he wished to chop Ye Fan to pieces.
"boom!"
He broke through the ground, stood on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Ye will stop here today, and I will come to visit you some other day!"
Zhao Fa didn't know Ye Fan's real background, so he didn't dare to take action lightly, and wanted to find out the situation before making a ruthless attack.
However, Ye Fan laughed. Like a ghost, his movements were extremely fast, and he came to him, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
"Then I won't give it away, let's go!"
Ye Fan patted him lightly on the shoulder, just like what Zhao Fa had done before, causing his complexion to change drastically and he backed away quickly.
"What did you... do to me?" Zhao Fa coughed up blood step by step, and when he stepped back to the eighth step, there was a broken sound in his body.
He immediately screamed and said: "You abolished me?!"
Ye Fan looked indifferent, and said: "You have repeatedly tried to harm me, and it is not bad to leave your life."
Everyone was silent, and Ziwei taught a monk who was in the realm of the four great perfections to be abolished by Ye Fan raising his hand, which really made people chill.
Did Saint Body really cut off his cultivation? Why is he still so terrifying and powerful? If he was only in the secret realm of the Dao Palace, he would be too careless.
"You are so ruthless..." Zhao Fa's expression was pale and his whole body was trembling.
"You have murderous intentions towards me, why should I still have a smile on my face? God has the virtue of being good at life, so let's make up for it."
In a single thought, Ye Fan abolished a hero of the younger generation, which greatly shocked everyone.
"You are in the secret realm of the Dao Palace. If you can take my three blows, I will turn around and leave. It will not be difficult for you." The Zifu Shengzi said coldly, and suddenly shot a purple light at Ye Fan.
"boom!"
Ye Fan raised his fist to fight and smashed it to pieces on the spot.
"boom!"
A small purple pagoda appeared in the eyebrows of the Zifu Shengzi, and came forward to suppress it, sending out terrifying waves.
"Hey!"
A small golden cauldron rushed out from between Ye Fan's eyebrows and rushed forward.
The Son of the Purple Mansion changed color, retracted the small purple pagoda and backed up, then made a seal with both hands, and shot forward to shoot out a violent wave of purple energy.
"boom!"
Ye Fan still fought back with his golden fist, which made the ancient street shake violently and almost collapsed.
"Walk!"
The Son of the Zifu turned around and left, and the other disciples of the Zifu all followed after seeing this.
"He's trying to test me, after all he couldn't hold back..." Ye Fan said to himself.
The Son of the Purple Mansion was not able to find out anything, and left decisively, not wanting to put himself in danger.
On this day, news flew all over the sky and spread quickly.
The Saint Physique self-defeated his cultivation, but it was not completely abolished, and he still had the cultivation at the peak of the Taoist Palace. Zhao Fa of Ziwei Sect was careless and deposed as a mortal. The Son of the Purple Mansion made a move to try, and finally left.
People were discussing such news, wanting to know what kind of state Ye Fan was in, and they didn't really believe the above rumors.
On the same day, Miracle Doctor Wang appeared, claiming that what Ye Fan said was true and that he had killed himself. At the same time, it was revealed that if Ye Fan wanted to go all out, he could occasionally display the combat power of the four-pole secret realm, at the cost of losing his life, and it could not exceed ten times at most.
This is something that Ye Fan and Doctor Wang had already discussed, and they didn't want to make it too embarrassing, otherwise, if he showed his quadrupole cultivation, he would immediately be betrayed.
However, he didn't worry too much, because if he got the Nine Secrets of Walking Words, he would no longer need to worry. With this footwork, he can go anywhere in the world, and he is not afraid of being blocked and killed.
"If this kind of news spreads out, not to mention other people, all the saints will be unable to hold back. Did you do it on purpose?" Li Heishui said, glanced at Ye Fan, and then glanced at the old lunatic behind him.
"If you want to test or kill me, just come!" Ye Fan smiled.
"The Ancient Killer God Dynasty is probably about to appear, and I'm afraid it has received a lot of commissions." The big black dog said.
The saints were very calm and did not take any action yet, but many disciples of the Holy Land appeared and came to test what happened to Ye Fan. The mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building. This is a pawn to explore the way.
Soon, news came that the Son of Yin-Yang was carrying a secret treasure—Yin-Yang Sword, and was going south all the way, preparing to cut off the head of Saint Ye Fan. There were several elders following him, and they were about to arrive.
At the same time, some elders from Ziwei taught Zhao Fa's sect were enraged, and rushed to Youyue City overnight, trying to suppress Ye Fan.