"You can only live to this day because you are too weak!"

Ye Nantian's tone was flat, as if he was expounding some facts, without any provocation.

Hearing these words, many of the witch masters in the field were stunned and angry, as if there was a monstrous anger surging in their chests.

Humiliate!

This is the disgrace of the red fruit!

But they had to admit that although Ye Nantian's words were very slap in the face, what he said was the truth.

Back then, Ye Nantian descended on Lei Gong Mountain with an invincible posture, killing the entire Wumen without leaving a piece of armor, and the blood flowed like a river, and those really strong people all died, as for the weaker little minions, they couldn't enter Ye Nantian's eyes at all, and they didn't bother to wipe them out.

Eighteen years have passed, and those little minions have also grown into the backbone of the Wumen today, and they are these people in the field.

Suddenly, someone pointed at Ye Nantian's nose and scolded:

"Ye Nantian, are you ...... now It's not a mighty Chinese god of war for a long time, or a cripple with a broken arm!"

"That's right, just a cripple, dare to be arrogant in my witch gate, it's just looking for death!"

"We don't need the Witch King's action to kill you!"

For a while, many Wumen masters were excited, and they couldn't wait to rush over immediately.

"Shut up to this king!"

Suddenly, the Witch King, who was wearing a golden mask, let out a coercive shout, and then looked at Ye Nantian and said, "Since you have climbed Lei Gong Mountain, you naturally know the rules of my Witch Sect!"

"Of course!" Ye Nantian nodded, held his head high and said: "Among the witch sects, the strong are respected! I will fight you to the death, I am one, and I will single-handedly fight all of you!"

As soon as the words fell, a solemn aura suddenly rose in the venue, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing, and the temperature seemed to drop to freezing in an instant.

Life and death!

This is the rule of the Wumen, if Ye Nantian can win against all the strong people present, he can make the entire Wumen bow down and obey his requirements.

But as long as he fails, he will die in Huangquan, and even his corpse will be taken by the Wumen to raise Gu.

Suddenly, the Witch King turned his head to look at Ye Fan beside Ye Nantian, and said gloomily: "Ye Nantian, that kid next to you, who are you?"

"My son-Ye Fan!" Ye Nantian said in a loud voice, revealing a bit of pride in his tone.

Since you brought your son here, you must be very confident in his strength, it just so happens that there are a few young handsome people in our Wumen, why don't you let them 'learn' first?"

The Witch King said maliciously, and the pair of eyes under the golden mask flashed with a piercing coldness.

In the eyes of the Witch King, if Ye Fan was killed on the spot, it would definitely affect Ye Nantian's state of mind, making him lose his mind and have flaws in the next life and death fight.

Of course, the Witch King's careful thinking couldn't hide it from Ye Nantian at all.

Ye Nantian pondered for a moment, and suddenly let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha...... Since the Witch King is warmly invited, then I have no reason to refuse, Xiaofan, you are ready to play, don't keep your hands, fight to the death!"

"Good!"

Ye Fan nodded, his face sank like water, there was no wave in his heart, and he even felt a little ridiculous.

With Ye Fan's current strength, in the huge witch sect, I am afraid that only the witch king can compete with him, as for the masters of the younger generation, no matter how amazing and brilliant they are, there is an insurmountable gap between them and him, no matter how much they come, it is no different from sending them to death.

......

"Kick, kick, kick!"

Ye Fan took a step and strode into the Witch Palace, his upright body was like a sword out of the sheath, and his edge was exposed.

"Ba Fei, you go!" commanded the Witch King.

"Yes, Master!"

A young man in his early twenties walked out of the crowd,

He was burly, dark-skinned, his sturdy upper body was like a knife splitting an axe, his muscles were high and bulging, full of explosive power, and there was a white bone pendant hanging around his neck, which was gloomy.

"Hey, hey!"

Ba Fei smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand to Ye Fan and made a provocative movement, and said arrogantly: "Boy, even if you are unlucky enough to meet me, I will break the bones on your body one by one, and use witchcraft to extract your three souls and seven spirits, maybe I can refine a high-grade witch weapon!"

"The last one who shouted in front of me, the grave grass is already one meter high! Defeat you, it only takes one move!" Ye Fan said lightly, not taking him in his eyes at all.

"Presumptuous!"

Ba Fei roared angrily, as a disciple of the Witch King, he was the best among the younger generation of the Witch Sect, and naturally had his own pride.

"Stinky boy, go die!"

Ba Fei gritted his teeth and roared, the white bone pendant hanging around his neck suddenly flashed a bloody ray, all over his body, his body size skyrocketed, the bone joints made a series of crackling sounds, and his body was forced to rise to two meters, rushing towards Ye Fan like an ancient tyrannosaurus, and the surrounding air was full of sonic booms, which showed the fierceness of the charge.

Seeing this scene, the martial masters who were watching the battle around had a cruel look on their faces.

"Ba Fei used bloodthirsty tactics, and his combat power doubled, and that kid is dead!"

"I bet he can't hold on for a minute, and he will be torn apart by Ba Fei!"

"It won't take that long at all, I guess ten seconds will be enough!"

In the eyes of these witch masters, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and there was no possibility of surviving.

......

"The light of rice grains, dare to compete with the sun and the moon?!"

Ye Fan sneered, picked up his right palm at will, and pressed it towards the void in front of him.

At first glance, this palm is powerless, and even a fly cannot be killed.

But the next moment, everyone in the stadium only felt that the sky suddenly darkened, as if there had been a solar eclipse, and the entire mountaintop was shrouded in shadows.

"What's going on? Is there a solar eclipse?"

Everyone looked up, and an incredible scene appeared in their sights-

I saw that above a hundred meters in the sky, a huge palm suddenly appeared, covering the sun and moon and enveloping the blue sky.

One palm, cover the sky!

"Oh my God...... What's going on?"

Those masters of the older generation of witchcraft have changed their complexions greatly, their scalps are numb, and they look like they are living ghosts.

Even from a long distance, they could feel the horror in this palm, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, not giving people any respite.

Ba Fei, who was under the coercion, was even more horrified, and a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow surged from the soles of his feet to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, as if to freeze his blood and soul together.

Terror!

It's horrible!

He never expected that Ye Fan's random palm would be such a terrifying supernatural power, as if he had cut off all his vitality.

"Boom!"

The giant palm fell from the sky, as fast as thunder, so that he didn't have time to dodge.

In desperation, Ba Fei could only grit his teeth and raise his arms high, wanting to resist this blow.

"Click!"

The giant palm first smashed his arm, then continued to press down.

"Bang!"

There was a deafening sound, and the surrounding dust was flying, and the ground shook like a small earthquake.

It took more than half a minute for the movement to subside.

Everyone in the arena stretched out their heads to look, but saw that where Ba Fei was just now, a huge concave palm print appeared, which was more than ten meters deep.

But in the palm print, there was no figure of Ba Fei at all, only a dark red blood mist remained, indicating Ba Fei's death.

......

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, many of the surrounding Wumen masters gasped one after another, and their bodies shook violently, like an electric shock, and their chests seemed to be pressed against a thousand feet high, almost suffocating.

You must know that Ba Fei is the personal disciple of the Witch King, and his strength is outstanding, who knew that he was killed by Ye Fan in seconds after just one face.

They never expected that Ye Fan, who looked so young, would have such terrifying strength, which was no less than Ye Nantian eighteen years ago, or even better.

That palm that covers the sky, let alone Ba Fei, even if they are masters of the older generation, they don't seem to have the power to parry.

However, Ye Fan's face was as calm as swatting a fly to death, and it was effortless at all.

For a while, there was silence in the arena, and there was a deathly silence, and everyone looked at Ye Fan's eyes, as if they were looking at an ancient fierce god, full of fear and fear.

"Sting!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan's gaze swept over the faces of many young disciples of the Witch Sect like a divine sword that cut through thorns and thorns, and his tone was as cold as ice:

"Next, come and die!"