Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

After escaping from the dangerous battlefield, Ye Fan was filled with anxiety and urgency. His body had long been worn out by the battle, and the severe pain from the wounds almost made it impossible for him to concentrate. Blood continued to seep through his clothes, but he had no time to care. There was only one thought in his mind: escape, survive!

Ye Fan ran with brisk and rapid steps, and from time to time he could hear the roars and footsteps of the enemies behind him. They were the disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, chasing him like wolves and tigers. At this moment, he was like a lone wolf, and the surrounding environment was strange and full of dangers. He could be captured if he was distracted for a moment.

"Quick! Can't stop!" Ye Fan thought to himself, desperately urging the spiritual power in his body, trying to push his body to a higher limit. Unfortunately, as his injuries worsened, he felt his spiritual power gradually fading, and his body felt as heavy as if it was filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

While fleeing, Ye Fan passed through a dense forest. The trees around him were towering into the sky, with lush branches and leaves, blocking the bright sunshine. The ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound. He walked hurriedly, but he almost fell because the ground was slippery. He was secretly anxious in his heart. Such an environment undoubtedly increased the difficulty of his escape.

"Cough... cough!" He coughed softly. His throat became dry due to the intense running. With the taste of blood, he felt vaguely uncomfortable. Every cough was a torment to his body. The pain surged like a tide, making him extremely painful.

At this moment, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Ye Fan's heart tightened, and he almost instinctively sped up and rushed forward desperately. His heart was filled with despair. If he was caught up, he would undoubtedly die.

"There is a mountain range ahead!" He thought to himself, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the towering mountains not far away. He suddenly realized that there was a secret place where he could hide temporarily. So Ye Fan ran towards the mountains, trying his best, hoping to escape successfully.

The moment he climbed up the hillside, Ye Fan felt dizzy, and the overdrawn physical strength almost made him fall. Barely supporting himself, he quickly found a hidden corner, supported his hands on his knees, panting, secretly glad that he could find a temporary hiding place.

"I must find a way to regain some strength." He thought over and over again in his mind, trying to adjust his breathing and control his heartbeat. Although his body was close to the limit, he knew that as long as he escaped temporarily, he would have a chance to fight again.

"Hiss--" Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and Ye Fan felt his heart tighten, as if an enemy was approaching. He was startled, and regardless of the pain, he immediately looked for a more hidden place, hiding behind a huge rock, and his heartbeat quickened.

At this moment, several disciples of the Blood Blade Sect came over, grinning, as if discussing the battle just now. Ye Fan held his breath, leaning against the rock tightly, trying not to make any sound. Although he was uneasy, he knew that he must not expose himself at this moment.

"That Ye Fan escaped! He must still be nearby!" a disciple said coldly, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes, "We must find him, otherwise the master will blame us!"

"Don't worry! He is seriously injured and can't run far. We will be rewarded handsomely if we find him!" Another disciple had a proud look on his face, as if he had already grasped the fruits of victory in his hands.

Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart as he listened to their conversation. If they found him, he would be doomed to die. He raised his head slightly, observing the movements outside through the cracks in the boulder, trying to stay hidden.

Time seemed to stand still, and the only sound in his ears was his own heartbeat and the enemies' laughter. Several disciples looked around, but did not find any trace of Ye Fan. Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he heard a disciple walking towards his hiding place.

"That kid should be hiding here." He whispered, with a hint of impatience in his voice. Ye Fan's heart tightened, and a strong sense of crisis came over him.

"Hurry up! Find him!" The other disciples echoed and moved towards him.

Ye Fan was extremely anxious, and he could no longer stay. At this critical moment, he gritted his teeth and forced his body to the other side, trying to create an illusion. Hiding in the shadows, he desperately looked for a way to survive, and his strong desire to survive drove him to flee.

"Damn it!" The disciple who was approaching noticed something strange and shouted angrily, his voice full of resentment. They immediately chased after him, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in the silent forest, like the call of the god of death.

Ye Fan ran desperately, his legs were already exhausted, but he had no time to care, there was only one thought in his mind: he must not be caught up. Passing through the forest, his heart was like a violent storm, anxiety and fear intertwined, almost swallowing him up.

Ahead, an open area gradually appeared, which seemed to be a small valley. Ye Fan did not choose to stop, but ran towards the valley, hoping to take this opportunity to shake off the pursuers behind him.

"We can't let him escape!" The disciples of the Blood Blade Sect shouted angrily and chased after him aggressively. At this critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly had an idea and turned into the depths of the valley, trying to use the complex terrain to get rid of the pursuit.

The valley was winding and Ye Fan was moving through the narrow passage, thinking about how to make the enemy lose their way. He tried his best to move quickly between the mountain walls and trees, making as little noise as possible. But even so, his injuries still made him feel powerless, and every breath was accompanied by a stinging pain.

"Found him!" Just when he let down his guard, the Blood Knife Sect disciples behind him caught up with him again. Angry roars echoed in the valley, as if announcing that his fate was about to come.

"Don't let him escape!" A deep and fanatical voice, accompanied by several strong auras, attacked Ye Fan. Ye Fan's heart tightened, there was no way out, and he had to fight to the death.

He endured the pain, dodged sideways, and quickly used his martial arts to attack the chasing enemy. Although he was exhausted physically and mentally, at the critical moment of life and death, Ye Fan's fighting instinct was fully aroused.

"Go to hell!" He roared, his spiritual power surging, and his body seemed to have rekindled its fighting spirit at this moment. He rushed towards the enemy, punching like a storm, and rushed straight to the pursuers.

The other party had not expected him to counterattack at this time, and seemed a little stunned for a moment, but then reacted and rushed forward. Ye Fan did not care about the other party's reaction. He had only one thought in his mind: break it all and find a chance to escape!

The battle in the valley was fierce and brutal. The fight between Ye Fan and the enemy was like a violent storm. The sound of fists and feet hitting each other echoed in the valley, like a raging wave hitting the shore. Although his body had been seriously injured for a long time, his desire to survive made him almost forget the pain.

However, the number of enemies was far beyond his imagination, and more disciples of the Blood Blade Sect were swarming behind him, which made him feel more pressured. Seeing the situation getting worse, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel desperate.

"We must not be caught by them!" He tried his best, waving his fists, trying to find a way to survive, even if it was just a glimmer of hope. He silently said in his heart that he must not give up.

On the other side of the valley, the battle was still going on fiercely, and the whole world was shrouded in a thick bloody atmosphere. The battle between the Domain Lord of Xuantian Domain and the Sect Master of Blood Demon Sect had already reached a fever pitch, and several Sect Masters of the sects also died in this life-and-death contest. The irreversible situation made the entire Xuantian Domain shrouded in sorrow and despair.

As time went by, the sect disciples who were once full of confidence could only watch their masters fall one by one, their hearts filled with fear and helplessness. The initial bold words and expectations of victory have now vanished, replaced by heart-wrenching wails and despair for the future.

"Domain Master, hurry up!" A sect master tried his best to protect the remaining disciples, but the ruthless men in black came like a tide and surrounded them in an instant. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, but what he faced was endless despair and death.

"I can't let you die again!" The Territory Lord roared, his spiritual power surging, as if he was going to fight against the whole world. However, no matter how hard he tried, the strength of the man in black made him gradually feel powerless.

Just as he was trying his best to resist, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him and struck him mercilessly. The powerful force pushed him back and he fell heavily to the ground. The Territory Lord felt a dull pain in his chest, blood gushed out, his face was distorted, and the despair in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger.

"Why? Why do you do this to us?" He roared, his eyes burning like a torch, as if he wanted to vent all his hatred. However, facing the ruthless enemy, his anger was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it could not change anything at all.

At the same time, the disciples of other sects also lost their minds in the brutal killing. The original unity and trust vanished in the moment of facing the test of life and death, leaving only endless escape and despair. Under the huge oppression, they fought on their own without any rules, and gradually fell into the brink of collapse.

"Run! Don't stay here!" A young disciple screamed heartbreakingly, trying to wake up his companions. However, fear was like a huge net, tightly entangling everyone and making it difficult for them to move.

"We can't die here! For the sect!" another disciple roared, trying to encourage his companions, but his voice was swallowed up by the despair that continued to come.

At this desperate moment, an invisible force seemed to be gathering in the sky, as if echoing the wailing of the land. With a deafening roar, the domain master of Xuantian Domain roared and finally made a final counterattack. He gathered all his spiritual power in one place, wanting to fight for the last chance of survival for the sect in this desperate situation.

"For my sect, for my disciples, I will never give up!" His voice resounded through the sky, like thunder, shaking everyone's heart. However, all this could not change the outcome, the enemy's power was already unstoppable.

In the next moment, the master of Xuantian Territory forcibly released his weapon, but all this was already meaningless. There was only a loud "bang", and the whole world seemed to be wailing for him. Lightning split the sky, and then the explosion sounded in all directions, accompanied by the screams of countless disciples.

"Master!" A disciple ran towards the direction of the Domain Lord, but was ruthlessly stopped by the man in black. He was knocked down almost instantly, and blood splattered.

The outcome of this battle was not a glorious victory, but tragic loss and extinction. The sects in Xuantian Territory fell one by one, and it seemed that even the last glimmer of hope was shattered, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

In this desperate battlefield, Ye Fan was still desperately fleeing. He didn't know that the feelings and pain of this battle in his heart were transforming into a part of his future strength. The struggle between life and death was another kind of tempering for his cultivation.

With the last loud bang, the master of Xuantian Territory fell like a meteor, and the entire Xuantian Territory seemed to be swallowed by darkness. Everything around became silent, except for the disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, who had grim smiles on their faces, as if celebrating this undoubted victory.

"Today is our time!" The leader of the men in black smiled coldly, glanced around, and felt secretly proud in his heart.

However, such a victory is destined to be short-lived. Ye Fan deeply felt a huge haze while fleeing. Even if he ran faster, he could not escape the shadow in his heart. He knew that this war was far from over and the real test had just begun.