Urban Madness

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Between the lightning and the fire, the refined sword net has taken shape, the surrounding air has been completely cut apart, and the sound of tearing is endless.

The pupils of the eight-armed Arhat shrank sharply, and he never expected that Zhang Yang would be so cruel and would kill people at every turn.

However, after all, he is a strong man in the terrain, so he calmed down in an instant, abandoning all distracting thoughts, and the internal energy of his dantian suddenly burst, rushing to the limbs.

"Ho **** ho ho!!!"

With the deafening roar, his figure swelled sharply, and his clothes were torn apart. The muscles all over his body were like a knife and axe, full of strong and strong power, and a faint golden light appeared on the surface.

Truly like an Arhat came to the world!

The exercises of the Dazhi Zen Temple in the Western Regions focus on physical cultivation, and most of them are horizontal masters, and their combat effectiveness is very terrifying.

"Swish!"

The next moment, he frantically danced his arms, forming eight phantoms in mid-air, and blasted towards the eight silver armor guards respectively, sinking vigorously, destroying and decaying, even the copper walls and iron walls could be blasted through.

Facing this powerful attack, the silver armor guards did not panic at all, one of them shouted:

"Knot-Wusheng Sword Formation!"

As soon as the voice fell, the eight people changed their skills one after another, and the blades shot out the sword aura of silence, as if eight bombs exploded at the same time, the ultimate power was superimposed, and the destructive power rose exponentially.

As the first family in the ancient martial arts world, the Zhang family has passed on for thousands of years and naturally possesses countless exercise books.

This lifeless sword formation, named after "ten deaths without life", is extremely domineering.

Rumor has it that you have practiced to the extreme, killing everything, and changing the ghosts and spirits.

Although these eight silver armor guards are not in that state, they are connected with each other. The power of the eight people is superimposed, and even the strong in the situation can't stop them.

"歘歘歘歘歘!!!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering the body suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely cruel and **** scene took place in the field——

The tall and burly grandmaster of the eight-armed Arhat was cut into countless pieces of flesh and blood in an instant by thousands of swords, and it was scattered on the ground, unable to distinguish the human form.

The red blood was flowing, and the strong smell of blood that could not be removed was disgusting.

"hiss!"

The martial artist who was onlookers in the distance couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning, and his body was shocked, like being shocked by an electric shock, as if his heart was suffocated by a pair of invisible hands, almost suffocating.

The tragic death of the eight-armed Luohan caused an unprecedented visual impact on them.

In the eyes of everyone, even if the eight-armed Luohan is not defeated in the end, it will not be killed by a spike!

No one could have imagined that in just one face-to-face meeting, the powerful in the dignified position would be slashed by thousands of swords, and even the screams would be too late.

"It deserves to be the silver armor guard of the Zhang family, it's really terrifying!" someone said with emotion.

Regarding the realm alone, these silver armor guards are all masters of the profound realm, and they are not too powerful.

However, many Profound Realm masters in the arena secretly calculated that if they were alone against Yin Kaiwei, they would be hacked to death if they had no time to display their magical powers.

The realm of martial arts is only a factor in measuring combat effectiveness.

In addition, the exercises, physique, weapons, magic weapons, etc., are all very important.

These silver armor guards are elites of the Zhang family, and their resources are much higher than those of some small sects.

Because of this, two warriors with the same realm will have a world of difference in combat effectiveness.

It's like being a college student, some are Tsinghua Peking University, and some are the bottom two.

...

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang scanned the audience and said coldly:

"Do you dare not kneel before you wait for a long life?"

"thump!"

As soon as the voice fell, one of his knees became weak and he knelt down on the ground, and the whole person curled up like a rickety shrimp.

This kneeling is like the fall of the first domino.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

The sound of knees colliding with the ground sounded one after another.

After a few breaths, most of the warriors in the field all knelt to the ground, bowing their heads and claiming courtesy, even those with strong terrain are no exception.

In the face of absolute strength, their self-esteem and pride are not worth mentioning.

What's more, it was only Silver Armor Guard who just shot, Zhang Yang and the old man next to him will only be stronger.

Seeing the appearance of everyone bowing to their knees, the corners of their mouths were raised slightly, drawing a strange smile.

But the next moment, his smile froze for an instant, because he saw an uncoordinated figure appeared in a crowd of kneeling people.

Looking intently, the man was an eighteen or nine-year-old boy, still standing proudly, his spine straight, like a spear that pierced the sky.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yang's expression was so gloomy, a cloud of light burst into his eyes, and he said sharply:

"Boy, why don't you kneel!"

As he said, a terrifying might erupted from him, like a mountain torrent and a sea tide, the mountain collapsed, and he pressed towards Ye Fan abruptly.

"Shock! Shock!"

The surrounding air made a sonic boom.

However, in the center of coercion, Ye Fan didn't change his face, didn't move at all, raised his head slightly, and looked at Zhang Yang unwillingly. He was so angry that he said proudly:

"The whole world is turbulent and I am alone. Everyone kneels and I am independent! Even if the head of the Zhang family comes, it won't make me bend down!"

...

Ye Fan's voice is sonorous and vigorous, every word is like gold and iron hitting the stone slab.

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant!"

"court death!"

Several silver armors were furious, and immediately pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword, only to give an order from Zhang Yang, they wanted to kill Ye Fan.

Zhang Yang never expected that in this situation, some people would dare to disobey themselves, and couldn't help but scolded: "What a courage, kid, who are you, dare to provoke our Zhang family unscrupulously!"

Under his anger, his voice was like muffled thunder, exploding in the field, and there were ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, which showed the strength of his strength.

Before Ye Fan could speak, some of the warriors who were kneeling next to him shouted loudly: "Zhang Shao, before at the foot of the mountain, this kid, who hurt your family!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his eyes cut out like a sharp blade, and he looked up and down Ye Fan, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

But what made him feel strange was that at first glance, Ye Fan was just an ordinary person, with no abilities, how could he resist his coercion just now?

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Yang retracted his gaze, turned to look at the dozens of powerful men who were kneeling around, and said:

"Since you have disobeyed the will of this young man, the death penalty is unavoidable, and the living sin is inevitable! You are not allowed to leave Yunwu Mountain immediately, go down to Changbai Mountain, kneel down at the door of my Zhang family, and beg your guilt! If not, even if you escape to the end of the world , This young master will also send someone to kill you!!!"

"Thank you Young Master Zhang for not killing!"

Many strong men knelt down and thanked them one after another, and it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to recover a small life.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people got up one after another, fleeing towards the bottom of the mountain.

When passing by Ye Fan, their eyes became weird, as if they were looking at a corpse.

In their opinion, Ye Fan's repeated provocations against Zhang Family were simply fancy death.

With an order from Zhang Yang, Ye Fan would be shredded into pieces and chopped to blood.

...

In one minute, all the idlers and others are gone.

In the field, only Ye Fan remained, facing away with Zhang Family and others.

The atmosphere was tense and tense, and there was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang gave a grin and said, "Boy, it seems that you are still a hard bone! This young man wants to see how hard your bones can be!"

As he said, he turned his head and directed at the silver armor guard beside him: "Come on together, chop him up for me, and throw it down the mountain to feed the dog!"

"Yes!"

The eight silver armor guards shouted at the same time, and then their stature skyrocketed, and they rushed towards Ye Fan from all directions, blocking almost all the places they could escape.

They didn't despise Ye Fan because of his youth. The sword shadow swept across the sky, splitting the air, vowing to kill him with one blow.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan still had no waves on his face, even without frowning, he said:

"The pearl of rice, dare to shine!"

"roll!"

The last word "rolling" contained the majestic inner strength, as if falling from the nine-day profound realm.

In the next moment, Ye Fan waved his magic whip to swept across all directions and threw it at the silver armor guards.