There is no obstruction at all, just like boiling oil melting the remaining snow.
When the two collided, the legs of the two great masters were broken by Ye Fan.
With the sound of broken tendons and bones, the crowd saw that the two Patriarchs, who were still majestic just now, had one leg drooping down like a noodle.
"Ah~"
"My leg."
"Vertical son, you have a cruel heart~"
"Son of a bitch, not even the old man is spared~"
The pain of the broken leg and the pain of the heart drilling made these two old patriarchs, almost frantic.
"Still want the leg?"
"What's the use of wanting a leg when your life is about to be lost?"
Ye Fan's cold laughter made the two broken leg Patriarchs, sweat and hair stand on end.
"Bastard, what do you want?"
"Junior, you dare?"
Seeing Ye Fan's gradually morose face, and that gradually overpowering killing machine, those two people were completely panicked.
Their pupils crinkled and they shouted in fear, and in the end, they even looked at Yan Bu Ping: "Elder Yan, save me~"
Boom~
After kicking off the two people's legs, Ye Fan's attack, however, did not decrease in momentum.
A harsh leg, once again smashed down.
Boom boom~
Two explosions in a row, a powerful kick, directly kicked the two to a thousand meters away.
With a thud, they landed in the cloudy lake, splashing up the heavenly lake water, not knowing whether they would live or die.
"This... This..."
"Beasts, beasts!"
"They are all my Yanxia patriarchs, important ministers of our country."
"You demon, how dare you kill them like that?"
"Ye Fan, you will bear the name of a thousand ancient curses!"
Ke Che's eyes were bloodshot and he cursed wildly at Ye Fan like a mad dog.
But Ye Fan, how could he care about that?
In his life, he never cared what others thought of him, let alone what history would write about him in the future.
He only seeks himself a, a clear conscience!
What is the false name, ignore is.
What is the shackles, step through is.
Therefore, after instantly hitting the three great masters, Ye Fan's power did not diminish.
Under the heavenly river, the wind and rain are shaking.
Between the clouds and the sea, the dragon god is in the sky.
Since the fusion of the fire spirit fruit, Ye Fan's Yin Yang Dragon Body also benefited greatly.
Compared to the initial cultivation in the old Chu family residence, not only the physical body defense, but also the physical body strength, also soared by several percent.
For Ye Fan, not to mention a few small clan masters, even an ordinary seal powerhouse, it would be difficult to break through Ye Fan's defense in a short time.
It can be said that today's Ye Fan, after the Dragon God Body is fully opened, all over his body, it is a sharp weapon.
A fist and a kick, are fearless of swords, but also comparable to swords.
Therefore, in the face of Ke Che's curses, Ye Fan responded with the most ferocious fist power.
"To the point of death, still care about others?"
"It's better to care about yourself first."
The indifferent voice was like the chanting of the god of death.
And then, with one fist, Ye Fan slammed down on Ke Che.
Boom~
The star river trembled tremendously, and the sea of clouds rolled over.
Ye Fan's fist nearly shattered the void.
"Ke Che, dodge~"
Yan Bu Ping was terrified, and Ke Che's old face was also deathly drawn.
However, his speed was too fast.
In this situation, Ke Che knew that he could not escape at all.
"Paralyzed, I'll fight you~"
"Overlord Fist!"
Ke Che gritted his incisors, and did not think about running.
Qi and blood surged, energy gathered.
Backhanded fist, but also smashed out.
Look at that look, is ready to fight with Ye Fan hard.
Boom~
The two fists clashed.
Five fingers broke, blood flew.
With a miserable scream, Ke Che flew out with tears directly.
Falling into the cloudy lake, splashing up a curtain of water.
The world, at once, was quiet.
Everyone was staggered in place.
Lu Tianhe opened his mouth wide, Yan Bu Ping old face was white, trembling, trembling almost forgot to breathe.
Even Tang Yun's apprentice, Meng Evening Yu, had shocking waves sweeping through her heart, and her beautiful eyes were trembling and overflowing with color when she looked at Ye Fan.
Who could believe that the five great masters were so powerful.
But under Ye Fan, he was like a pig or a dog.
In just a few breaths, Ye Fan had defeated four people in a row.
The strength of his power was like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, like boiling oil melting the remaining snow.
I thought this would be a vicious battle, but who would have thought that it would be a crushing battle.
Yes, it is crushing, not even to talk about the battle, completely one-sided wild abuse.
Meng Evening Yu never dreamed that this negative man in front of her, this teenager of similar age in front of her, would have such a strong strength.
Defeating a sect master is actually like defeating a dog?
At this moment, Ye Fan's vast divine might undoubtedly shook everyone, and also shattered all of Yan Bu Ping's battle intent.
At this moment, Yan Buping, the oldest and strongest of the Patriarchs, was nearly scared out of his three souls and six spirits by Ye Fan.
All the arrogance and disrespect just now disappeared in an instant after witnessing Ye Fan's might.
He was really scared out of his wits.
There was no longer any half-hearted thought of being an enemy of Ye Fan.
Especially when Ye Fan's gaze looked over, the last bit of courage in Yan Bu Ping's heart was completely scared apart.
A fluttering sound~
This highly respected and old-fashioned patriarch of Yanxia, the first person, was spread out on the ground.
With an incomparably terrified voice and an incomparably humble tone, he pleaded bitterly to Ye Fan, "Wus... Lord Wushuang, please... Please stop fighting."
"I... We, know our sins."
"Please... Please stop the war~"
"No... No, to... Kill all of them..."
"They're all... They are all, the... The most important officials of the country~"
"Just... For the sake of... For the sake of the country~"
Yan Bu Ping's face was full of grief, pale and miserable.
Spread out on the ground, with a heart full of trepidation and pleading, he couldn't stop repeating.
Today's Yan Bu Ping, addressing Ye Fan, was no longer junior, no longer vertical son, and no longer dared to call him by his first name, but respectfully referred to him as, Lord Wushuang.
How arrogant they were before, how humble they were now in front of Ye Fan.
At this time, Ye Fan had already arrived in front of Yan Bu Ping.
He stood tall, his indifferent eyes, like looking down on ants, looked down at this wretched old patriarch at his feet.
"A patriarch of the country?"
"For the sake of the country?"
"Hahahaha~"
"Good one for the sake of the country."
These words of Yan Bu Ping instantly amused Ye Fan.
He laughed harshly, and his words were filled with ridicule.
"What a grand thing to say."
"However, I see that you are fake for the country and real for your own life."
"At the end of your life, you are still here to sell your reputation."
"There are such hypocritical and pedantic people as you for the country. No wonder the martial art of Yanxia has not progressed for fifty years!"
"If we don't get rid of these assholes, how can we revive the martial arts of Yanxia? How can my Yanxia nation be great?"
Ye Fan's furious words were like gold and stone falling to the ground, resounding.
In just a few words, he scolded Yan Bu Ping, his face turned red, and he dared not say anything.
As Ye Fan said, his words just now, for the country and the people is false, for his own life is true.
After all, he does not want to die yet.
There is still a lovely wife at home, there are still children under the knee, filial son and grandson countless, the joy of family life to enjoy.
He really has not lived enough, he does not want to die so early.
However, if he directly begged Ye Fan to spare his life, it would undoubtedly be extremely humiliating.
Therefore, Yan Bu Ping then said that for the sake of the country, let Ye Fan spare his life.
"I, Yanxia Kyushu, have hundreds of millions of people."
"A group of you ants, what are you to the country and the people?"
"Fame grabbing, bullying the weak, pedantic."
"And for the sake of the country, you are also worthy?"
Ye Fan's angry voice was monstrous, then he slapped his palm down.
Poof~
Yan Bu Ping was immediately severely injured, and blood mixed with internal fragments sprayed wildly.
Finally, the body of hundreds of jin was smashed by Ye Fan's palm and flew a thousand meters.
Sliding along the surface of the lake for a long time, and finally sank into the water.