The Immortal Flying Knife is a divine sense attack taught by Beichen Immortal Venerable Wei Lao, killing people invisibly.

And now, time and space are frozen for it.

In the static world, only this invisible blade "swished" into the sea of consciousness in the heart of King Zhuo's eyebrows.

"Poof!"

In an instant, Zhuo Wangsun, who had just been invincible and arrogant, was shaken all over his body, and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of red blood, as if he had been tortured by ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

In an instant, the fast sword sword qi he had just chopped out had already hit the tip of Ye Fan's nose, but it quickly disintegrated and disappeared invisibly because of the inability to follow.

"Pedaling, Pedaling, Pedaling!!"

Zhuo Wangsun took seventeen or eighteen steps back in a row, and finally sat on the ground with a slump on his buttocks, his face pale, angry like a gossamer, and dying, as if he had stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot.

For a while, there was silence in the field, the needle drop could be heard, and there was a deathly silence.

The passers-by watching from a distance were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

The scene that happened in front of them had an unprecedented visual impact on them.

This...... It's incredible!

In the eyes of others, Ye Fan was obviously standing in place, motionless, and as a result, Zhuo Wangsun suffered a heavy blow himself.

Could it be that Ye Fan could really stare him to death with his eyes?

"Divine Consciousness Attack!It's actually a Divine Consciousness Attack?!"

Miss Yun's beautiful eyes showed surprise, and her heart also set off waves.

Although the aura of the Fire Spirit Star is several times that of the earth, it is a low-level plane after all, and most of the cultivators' cultivation methods are very simple, mainly relying on refining the physical body or cultivating weapons.

Therefore, even in the Fire Spirit Star, most of the monks are not good at the use of divine sense, and only some top-level sects that have been inherited for thousands of years will delve into it.

As for the monks who are good at divine sense attacks, there are even fewer of them, but each of them is one of the best geniuses, and they will surely shine in time and shine.

Before, Miss Yun thought that Ye Fan was a man of his own words.

But looking at it this way, although Ye Fan is proud, he has the capital to be proud.

In the same way, the weak say that it is a big nonsense, but it is appropriate for the strong.

......

On the other side, Ye Fan's heart was also extremely surprised.

He originally thought that he could easily kill Zhuo Wangsun with the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife.

However, now, although Zhuo Wangsun was severely injured and lost his combat effectiveness, he did not die and still survived.

"Old Wei, with my current strength, I can't kill a monk in the late stage of Jindan?" Ye Fan asked secretly in his heart.

If someone else hears this, they will be surprised.

A monk in the early stage of Jindan actually threatened to cross the border to kill a monk in the late stage of Jindan.

However, although Ye Fan's realm was only in the early stage of Jindan, his combat effectiveness could not be measured by common sense.

What he condensed was the Immortal Golden Pill, and the heavens and all the worlds couldn't find a few such peerless geniuses.

Not long ago, even the Zoroastrian sect leader at the peak of Jindan died at his hands.

"Although the realm of this Zhuo Wang Sun is not high, but his family background is extraordinary, he should have some talisman weapon on his body, which can defend against the attack of his divine sense! Moreover, this kind of young monk in the immortal cultivation realm, even if he does not know how to attack with his divine sense, he will also exercise his divine sense when cultivating, and in terms of the strength of his divine sense, he is far superior to the martial artists on the earth!" Wei Lao explained.

Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded.

Thinking about it, if the monks on the Fire Spirit Star were as fragile as a piece of tissue paper, wouldn't he be able to sweep the invincible with the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife?

Of course it's impossible!

In fact, Ye Fan's heavy blow to Zhuo Wangsun was already an incredible thing in the eyes of outsiders.

This kind of strength is by no means unknown, and it can at least rank in the top 20 of the human spectrum.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

At this moment, Zhuo Wangsun let out a hysterical roar.

At this moment, his face was hideous, his facial features were distorted, and he glared at Ye Fan viciously, although he lost the strength to fight again, the hatred in his eyes did not dissipate, but reached an unprecedented peak, eager to devour Ye Fan alive and cut him with a thousand knives.

He is the little marquis of Wuyang Houfu, and he is the pride of the human mastery, he has never been the only one who stepped on others, where did he suffer such humiliation?

What's more, her embarrassed appearance was completely clear to Miss Yun......

"Stinky boy, I swear, I will never let you go, I will let you not see the sun tomorrow!" Zhuo Wang Sun threatened viciously.

"Hmph...... When death is on the verge of death, you dare to be hard-mouthed!"

Ye Fan's eyes lit up, his murderous aura boiled, and he locked on Zhuo Wangsun's qi.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows!

Now that Liangzi has been settled, there is no room for maneuver, even if he raises his noble hand now, Zhuo Wangsun will not settle down afterwards.

Instead of being passively defensive, it is better to strangle the danger directly in the cradle.

Of course, killing Zhuo Wangsun will definitely offend Wuyang Houfu, but in Ye Fan's eyes, a mere Wuyang Hou is nothing.

"Not good!"

Feeling Ye Fan's fierce murderous aura, Zhuo Wangsun's pupils shrank suddenly, his backbone was cold, he smelled a strong breath of death, and a strong premonition arose in his heart-

Ye Fan will really make a move and kill himself in full view of everyone.

And Zhuo Wangsun, who suffered a heavy blow, had no power to fight back, so he could only shout to Kong Fei not far away:

"Brother Kong, save me!"

......

Strictly speaking, Kong Fei and Zhuo Wangsun did not have any friendship, but were just general friends.

But since King Zhuo and Sun all opened their mouths to ask for help, if he didn't save him when he saw death, Wu Yanghou would be investigated afterwards, even if he had the Absolute Dust Sword Sect as a backer, it would not be easy to explain.

"Huh!"

At the last moment, Kong Fei pulled out a silver-incandescent scimitar from his waist, and the white light like a match slashed across the sky, tearing the sky.

The scimitar in his hand is like a crescent moon, the white handle is matched with the silver polished blade, the surface of the back of the knife is engraved with dots, the handle is tied with a red ribbon, and the moment the knife is released, it is accompanied by a high-pitched knife sound, as if some terrifying beast has awakened.

"The sword is roaring!"

Kong Fei shouted, and a monstrous aura erupted from the scimitar.

Even from a distance, the onlookers from afar had the illusion that their throats had been cut by a sharp blade and that their lives had been harvested by this terrifying scimitar.

Kong Fei came from the Peerless Dust Sword Sect, and was a close disciple of the sect master, and his sword skills had reached the realm of supernatural perfection, and his ranking on the human spectrum was even higher than that of Zhuo Wangsun.

When Ye Fan faced off with Zhuo Wangsun just now, he showed a mysterious and unpredictable divine sense attack, which made Kong Fei dare not slack off, and he showed the strongest killing move as soon as he came up.

Moreover, Kong Fei has full confidence in himself.

Monks who specialize in divine consciousness are strong, but they also have fatal weaknesses.

First, the cultivation of the physical body is often neglected, and the melee ability is very weak.

Second, after launching a powerful divine attack, one enters a "fatigue period" that requires a period of rest, ranging from a few days to a few minutes.

Now, less than a minute before Ye Fan launched his offensive, Kong Fei was sure that he would not be able to use his magical powers again, so he was naturally full of confidence.

Looking at the devastating scimitar, Ye Fan's face did not change, he was calm as usual, and said lightly:

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and pressed slightly into the void in front of him, and his understatement looked like he was swatting flies.

"Boom!"

Immediately, the sky within a radius of 100 meters darkened.

A giant palm like a mountain, carrying the power of suppressing all things, fell from the sky.

"How...... How is that possible?!"

Kong Fei looked up at the giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, his face was pale and frightened, and his vest was completely soaked with cold sweat.

He never imagined that Ye Fan not only did not enter the "fatigue period", but also mastered such a strong and domineering combat skill.

This top-down giant palm covered the sky, making him feel a strong threat of death, almost suffocating, and he wanted to escape but it was too late.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the giant palm that covered the sky slammed into his body, and the earth shook, cracking thousands of cracks.

Some weaker onlookers in the distance were even more shocked and fell to the ground, extremely embarrassed.

It took more than half a minute, and when the dust cleared, everyone could see clearly—

Kong Fei's body was forced into the ground, like a nail being driven into a wooden plank, only one head was exposed, but it was completely wrapped in blood, which was miserable.

And the scimitar was naturally shattered inch by inch in the bombardment.

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, the other passers-by gasped and looked at Ye Fan with an unbelievable look, a little less contemptuous than before, and turned into a thick awe and jealousy.

With only two moves, he killed the geniuses ranked 93 and 94 on the Renjie spectrum in seconds, and it seemed that he didn't use all his strength at all, as easily as swatting two flies to death.

What does it mean to be strong?

That's the strong!