Ye Fan stood there, quietly looking at more than 20 Luyang Mansion Warriors in the late stage top masters.

"My little brother has been practicing hard for ten years in "The Sea of ​​Brutal Sword", plus the "Air Protection Shield" that has been practicing for two years in the past, let me learn a few tricks from Brother Ye! The sword has no eyes. If you are injured unintentionally, please forgive me!"

Wang Lie suddenly took a step forward and let out a deep roar.

His clothes swelled up, and a wind whirlpool suddenly appeared, and an invisible protective energy appeared.

With a heavy knife in his hand, a strong wind rose up from the ground.

This majestic momentum is definitely the top master of the eighth level of warriors.

The other masters of the prefecture and courtyard were scattered around Wang Lie, and they formed a fan-shaped circle, and quickly surrounded Ye Fan. The geniuses of the prefecture and courtyard all understood the way of attack.

Once they enter the best siege position, their full-strength joint attack will inevitably be a force of ten thousand pounds to crush the opponent in an instant.

"We can finally let go of the battle!"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, inserted the purple wooden box in his hand into his back, and gave out his fists. The previous one-on-one battle was not challenging, and he fought with one hand with the wooden box in one hand.

There are now more than twenty late-stage martial artists, and he can finally use his full strength.

The students of the whole family quickly completed a close encirclement of Ye Fan dozens of feet, with no empty dead corners in all directions. Even if Ye Fan wanted to escape at this time, he would inevitably be intercepted and killed by several of them at the same time.

"superior!"

Wang Lie felt that the time was ripe, so he shouted loudly, and the heavy sword in his hand turned into a sea of ​​swords and slashed towards Ye Fan.

Everyone burst out in an instant, each holding swords and using the strongest move of Wuji, and shot towards Ye Fan.

"The Nine Steps of Flashing Steps"!"

A sharp light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes and he took a step forward.

In an instant, his figure split out nine phantoms, crossing dozens of feet apart, and appeared ten feet in front of Wang Lie.

Nine steps flashed out in an instant!

It was so fast that even his eyes could hardly catch Ye Fan's figure.

Wang Lie held the crazy knife in both hands and was rushing forward, but suddenly he saw Ye Fan standing in front of him and couldn't help but look shocked.

"Nine consecutive flash strikes of the flash fist technique!"

Ye Fan swung his fist.

There was a faint layer of energy on his fist.

Bang!

Ye Fan's flash fist hit Wang Lie's chest in front.

"Your fist cannot break my body protection energy...!"

Wang Lie felt his body tremble and grinned, feeling quite proud. His body-protecting energy was practiced for two years. Not to mention the strength of the boxing, even if he was chopped with a heavy knife, it would not be so easy to split.

However, he had not had time to be proud. Almost immediately followed, bang, bang, bang... Eight-strike flash fists hit his body shield, shattering his shield like a shattering!

Each flash punch weighs 900 kilograms of power.

Wang Lie's chest was severely eaten, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, flying back dozens of feet away, hitting a wall of people, and being bombed into the house.

If Ye Fan hadn't left half of his strength after he exploded his shield, otherwise the last few punches would be enough to blow Wang Lie into powder.

He punched Wang Lie.

Before the other masters of the House of Commons could react, Ye Fan flashed and had disappeared from the spot.

The phantoms of Ye Fan flashing rapidly across the field could be seen everywhere. His speed was too fast and he flashed nine steps in a row, and he had reached the limit of the warrior stage.

Even if other fathers are mainly practicing footwork and light skills, their speed cannot catch up with him.

The people of the mansions fought back frantically, but they only attacked the shadows left by Ye Fan's high-speed movement. And their defense could not resist Ye Fan's nine consecutive blitzkriegs.

boom!

One person fell down.

Bang!

One person flew backwards.

Among the crowd, Ye Fan rushed into the warriors as if he had entered a state of no one. One man abused more than twenty late-stage top masters of the warriors in the palace.

Although he was besieged by a group of people, Ye Fan's attack speed was too fast. He actually had only one opponent every time he faced.

Thousands of people watching the battle in the entire Luyang Palace were deeply shocked.

Ye Fan had fought alone before, crushing all the way, and no one could compete.

Now it is a group battle, and Ye Fan is still invincible with the crowd, and there is no difference between one-on-one.

"How come the initial martial arts "Three Flash Art" is so powerful!"

"The amazing thing is not the three flashes, but the realm that the three flashes have reached! Ye Fan has cultivated all the three flashes to the tenth divine realm, and no one can defeat the warrior stage!"

"One move, nine steps, leaving the rest of the people behind! One move, nine consecutive flashes, nine consecutive flash kicks, no one can stop his rapid attack! This is the invincible realm of the warrior stage."

The teachers of the Luyang Prefecture Courtyard, the wealthy families of the eight aristocratic families, the old clan and the younger generation masters, the tens of thousands of defenders on the city walls of Luyang City, and tens of thousands of people in the Luyang Prefecture were all watching the battle and were deeply shocked.

At the city at the south of Luyang City, Zhao Feiyang stood at the highest point with the best view. His arms had already opened the nine-stone divine arm bow and his eyes aimed at the battlefield below.

"Damn it! It's so fast that I can't lock him at all!"

Zhao Feiyang was shocked, and he was trembling slightly with a black feathered arrow clamping his finger. This was the first time he had trembled since he practiced archery for two years.

After gritting his teeth, Zhao Feiyang pulled out another eight black feathered Breaking Arrows from the quiver. This is a special arrow with extremely strong armor-breaking power.

Nine arrows were placed on the Divine Arm Bow at the same time.

Nine Pearls Volley!

When he practices on weekdays, the success rate of the Nine Pearls is not high, with less than 30% chance of hitting. But now, one of his arrows cannot keep up with Ye Fan's footwork speed at all, so he must take a risk.

Zhao Feiyang dared not waste too much time. There are only less than ten masters of the court fighting against Ye Fan on the field, and the rest have been knocked down.

"Nine Pearls Volley!"

Zhao Feiyang pulled away the Divine Arm Bow vigorously and aimed at the speed shadow of Ye Fan moving at high speed in the field.

In an instant, nine arrows shot out, holding murderous aura and pouring down like rain.

Being condescending, the power and speed of these arrows increased sharply. Each one had hundreds of kilograms of force, as well as a powerful armor-breaking force, and a lightning-like speed.

The masters of the House of the House in the field almost instinctively sensed the threat from the sky and dodged one after another to avoid being accidentally injured.

Ye Fan was using the "Skipping Step" to move at high speed. He suddenly looked up and his shiny black eyes looked at the nine black feather arrows falling from the sky. The nine figures he flashed out were completely locked by these nine archery techniques.

"Three years ago, I lost to you."

"But today three years later, I practice hard and practice hard, and I have long been the best archer in Luyang Mansion! Nine-Pearl Scale! See where you can hide!"

Zhao Feiyang stood high above the city, holding the bow of his divine arm in his hand, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and was overjoyed.

On the main street, on the top of the city, there were crowds of people everywhere, and all the people watching the battle were nervously looking at Ye Fan in the middle of the battlefield.

blow!

blow!

blow!

Nine black feathers broke the Gang Arrow and flew down, completely overlapping with Ye Fan's nine figures.

"Ye Fan, you are in vain for amazing martial arts, but you are not my opponent either."

Zhao Feiyang was about to laugh, but suddenly, his eyes were stunned, his expression was completely stunned, and he looked at Ye Fan's figure below the field in horror, his whole body was cold, as if he fell into an ice cave.

He saw a scene that he couldn't understand incredible.

Ye Fan's nine phantoms stood there, and they were each catching a black feather arrow.

Ye Fan looked at the city wall lightly, "Crack!" He broke the black feather arrow in his hand with one hand. The other eight phantoms also broke the black feather arrow in his hand at the same time.

Jiuzhu wanted to shoot him just by shooting, but he underestimated him too much.

"What's going on?"

"How could there be nine Ye Fans? Each of them caught a black feather arrow?!"

"What kind of martial arts is this? No matter what martial arts, it cannot be turned into reality!"

The remaining nine warriors in the palace surrounded Ye Fan, looking frightened and did not dare to step forward.

Ye Fan's nine figures moved.

Suddenly!

Boom, bang...!

The remaining nine late-stage masters of the Mansion Courtyard warriors were all blown away at almost the same moment. They were not hit by Ye Fan's figures one by one, but by Ye Fan's nine figures at the same time, falling on the street and moaning in pain.

The entire Luyang Mansion Main Street, seven or eight miles long street, was silent all tens of thousands of people who counted the battle!

Only the wind is blowing the flagpole and making a sound of rushing.
To be continued...