Wakoku is a land of projectiles, just over 100 kilometers from Kyoto to Ise City.

Although Ye Fan didn't have a map, it wasn't difficult to find Ise Jingu.

Those who practice martial arts and cultivators, after their strength reaches a certain level, their essence and blood and soul are strong, and they will condense their own unique aura.

Even if you change your appearance and disguise, your breath will not change.

And in a location in the south of Ise City, Ye Fan felt hundreds of similar breaths, gathered together, far stronger than ordinary people.

Among them, there is also an extremely powerful aura, taller than the mountain peaks, deeper than the night, like the light of the polar regions, particularly conspicuous, straight into the sky, through the heavens and the earth, as if to support the whole heaven and earth, even the fierce wind can not damage it.

Even from a long distance, Ye Fan could feel the horror in it, and his whole body was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was extremely afraid.

If a weaker martial artist dares to spy on this breath, I am afraid that he will be immediately counterattacked, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

There is no doubt that the owner of this terrifying aura is the true ruler of the legendary Wa Kingdom

Ise Jingu Grand Priest!

After a short time, Ye Fan followed his breath and came to the door of Ise Shrine.

As soon as he could, several guards spotted him and said with fierce eyes: "This is the important place of the Divine Palace, and you must not trespass!

"Ye Beichen!"

Ye Fan said coldly, every word is as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

Hearing this name, the pupils of several guards contracted violently, and they looked like they were alive and dead, never expecting that Ye Beichen, who was wanted by the great priest, would suddenly appear at the gate of Ise Jingu.

Even if Ye Fan in front of him had a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking harmless to humans and animals, in their eyes, it was like a demon king descending into the world, and the fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow invaded every inch of skin and every pore.

Out of survival instinct, these guards subconsciously opened their mouths to ask for help.

However, before they could even say a word, the Thunder Tribulation Sword shot out, turning into a purple lightning dragon that tore through the sky and slitted the throats of several people.

"Puff puff puff !!"

The crimson blood flowers bloomed on their necks, like ancient splashed ink paintings, revealing a strange beauty.

Immediately afterward, several corpses fell to the ground and completely lost their vitality.

And the movement at the gate also attracted the attention of many guards and priests in the shrine.

Ye Fan's face sank like water, without any waves, and he stepped into the Ise Shrine.

This shrine is a supreme sacred place dedicated to Amaterasu, and its guardianship is even stronger than the imperial palace where the emperor lives.

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

Suddenly, a dense sound of footsteps sounded.

Hundreds of warriors wearing armor and holding swords rushed out from inside the Divine Palace, glaring at Ye Fan murderously one by one, their eyes burning with flames, eager to devour him alive.

If his eyes can hurt people, Ye Fan is afraid that he is already full of holes and his body is incomplete.

These warriors, although they are not yet in the realm of grandmasters, are all first-class martial artists, with vigorous qi and blood, and muscles are open, like copper cast iron, containing explosive power.

And the sword they held in their hands, the blade was sharp, the sword light flickered, and the cloud patterns appeared on the blade, which was obviously a high-grade weapon after thousands of tempers.

At this time, a priest dressed in hunting clothes stood up, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Fan from afar, and shouted: "You can't let this madman defile the Holy Land! Everyone go up together, let him pay the price of blood!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Countless roars gathered together, the sound shook the sky, and the killing intent boiled.

The hundreds of warriors all had red eyes and brandished their swords, like a torrent of steel rushing towards Ye Fan.

The sword light in the sky seemed to turn into a large net covering the sky and the sun, enveloping towards Ye Fan's position, blocking almost all the positions he could dodge.

It's a spectacular scene that is visually striking and breathtaking.

Even if he is a top-level swordsman, in the face of such a charge, he does not dare to shake it, so he can only avoid the edge for the time being.

However, Ye Fan's face was full of disdain, and he said coldly: "A group of rabble, they also want to stop me, it's ridiculous!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan's eyes were piercing, holding the Thunder Robbery Sword, his figure was chic and ethereal, like a frightening and graceful dragon.

"Hello!"

Every time he drew his sword, a samurai fell to the ground.

The Thunder Tribulation Sword is like the scythe of death, harvesting one life after another, and sealing the throat with blood.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, as if he was strolling leisurely, constantly dancing his sword, blood flowers blooming, and corpses and bones were everywhere.

In a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Ye Fan's body was always dust-free, and there was no blood stain.

It was obviously a ruthless killing, but in his hands, it had been sublimated to the realm of art, even in the face of hundreds of samurai, he was still at ease, and everything was under control.

And in his heart, a burst of pride and ambition also rose, reciting Li Bai's chivalrous behavior:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor!"

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

Ye Fan sang and swung his sword at the same time, like a sword immortal in the dust, holding a sword to dominate the world, controlling the common people, and indescribably chic.

The impassioned verses, every word seemed to be like a sharp sword, sonorous and powerful, loud and loud, like thunder in the field.

At this moment, he is even more extraordinary than the chivalrous man in Li Bai's poems, which can be described as "one step at a time"!

The ghostly body, coupled with the miraculous swordsmanship, is invincible from the top to the Yellow Spring.

"Devil! This is the real devil!"

"Everyone, run away!"

"Ahhh

These warriors originally had pious beliefs and were loyal to the great priest, but now, they were killed by Ye Fan and fled.

They are not afraid of death, they are afraid of deep despair, and in the face of an invincible enemy, the psychological defense line will completely collapse.

In just a few minutes, the hundreds of warriors were all dead, and they became the souls of the sword.

"Click! Click!"

Drops of blood followed the Thunder Sword and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Ye Fan turned around, his deep gaze seemed to be penetrating, he looked into the depths of the Divine Palace, and shouted with full anger:

"Great priest, aren't you trying to kill me, now that your disciples and grandchildren are all dead, why are you still hiding like a turtle with a shrunken head?"

"Get out of here and die!!"

Ye Fan's voice pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, shaking the heavens and the earth, and clearly visible ripples appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, an old roar sounded like the roar of a wild beast:

"Bagaya Road! Boy, don't be rampant!"

Immediately afterwards, Shirakawa Ohno led nine elderly priests from a distance, each holding a variety of magic weapons, wat boards, magic rulers, and bells in their hands

These magic weapons were obviously handed down from China.

Looking at the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in the field, Shirakawa Ohno looked like crazy, and his heart was dripping blood.

The next moment, he stared at Ye Fan deadly, his eyes were completely covered with bloodshots, the green tendons on his forehead stood up, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Beichen! You dare to kill and blaspheme the gods in the Ise Shrine, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?!"

"Damnation?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, shook his head, and said disdainfully: "The god you believe in, in my opinion, is just a chicken and a dog!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, without any waves, without any provocation, as if he was expounding some justified facts.

But the more this happened, the more it stimulated the anger in the hearts of these priests.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

The ten priests were all furious, jumping like thunder, eager to cut Ye Fan with a thousand knives to vent the hatred in their hearts.

At this time, Shirakawa Ohno's eyes were split, and he said word by word: "Everyone, let's do it together and use the magic weapon handed down by the great priest to kill this kid!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, the ten priests shot out at the same time, sacrificing magic weapons, and the murderous aura rushed straight to Xiao Han, and the mana was surging and majestic.

Ten completely different magic weapons seemed to be "alive" at this moment, blooming with colorful brilliance, illuminating the entire heaven and earth, blasting towards Ye Fan from all directions.