"Count to three, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ye Fan's words were cold and emotionless, and some were just the purest killing intent!

"One!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan began to count, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually heated up!

The yellow-eyed old monk frowned, and the Buddha beads that were turning in his hand paused slightly: "Donor, if you really want to meddle in the affairs of my Tianlong Temple and this criminal, you are not afraid of evil Buddhism in the world?"

"Two!"

Ye Fan's tough attitude has cut off the basis of all conversations. However, for Zuo Zhengyan, the person who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, they Tianlong Temple had to take it away no matter what! Therefore, in front of both sides, there was only one way left to fight!

"What an arrogant boy, today, the Buddha will teach you how to behave!"

It was not the old monk with yellow eyebrows who spoke, but a middle-aged monk standing behind him, although he didn't look very old, Ye Fan felt a trace of twilight in him, obviously his age should not be small!

The middle-aged monk was carrying a ring knife behind him, and at this time, he didn't wait for Ye Fan to continue counting, his figure flashed out from behind Huang Mei, and a glimmer of light flashed in mid-air, and he came to Ye Fan with a knife, holding the handle of the knife with both hands on his left and right, and slashed at the top of Ye Fan's head with the momentum of a boy worshipping the Buddha!

"Three!"

When the sword wind came to his face, Ye Fan still didn't move, until the word "three" came out, an air sword suddenly blurted out, and together with the murderous aura that was about to overflow on his body, he slashed towards the head of the falling ring knife!

"Boom!"

Obviously, what Ye Fan spewed out of his mouth was only an air sword, but when the swords intersected, there was a sound like a symphony of gold and iron!

"It's not good! Junior brother, retreat!"

The yellow eyebrows, who were originally slightly closed and seemed to be unaware of foreign objects, suddenly opened their eyes at this time, and when they opened their mouths to warn, the Buddhist beads in their hands instantly dispersed, turned into eighteen meteors, and crashed into the middle-aged monk's body!

But Huang Mei's warning was already too late! Because when he spoke, Ye Fan's afterimage left in place had begun to slowly disperse, and by the time Huang Mei's warning was finished, Ye Fan's figure had already appeared in front of the middle-aged monk, and before the Buddha beads shot out by Huang Mei arrived, Ye Fan's entire right arm was covered with a layer of platinum, and he slammed towards the middle-aged monk's head!

"Boom!"

A sonic boom like thunder exploded in the void, and then Ye Fan's right fist slammed into the sword that the middle-aged monk had blocked!

"Bang!"

The ring knife that resisted the blow of the qi sword was like a toy at this time, and was smashed into pieces by Ye Fan's punch, and then Ye Fan's right fist fell heavily on the top of the middle-aged monk's head!

"Poof!"

After a muffled sound, the middle-aged monk's head exploded like a watermelon that had been smashed by a heavy hammer, and red blood and white brains were sprinkled all over half of the inn along Ye Fan's fist!

"Senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Huizhen!"

"Hye Zhen!"

The change came too suddenly, and the division between life and death was too arbitrary! It wasn't until Ye Fan's Ye Fan's right fist smashed the middle-aged monk's head that they understood what kind of existence they had provoked!

"Explode me!"

Seeing his junior brother die tragically under Ye Fan's fist, the yellow eyebrows' eyes instantly turned red, the Buddha beads that originally just wanted to surround Wei to save Zhao exploded one after another, and among the broken Buddha weapons, huge true yuan fluctuations instantly poured out, completely enveloping the space where Ye Fan was located!

"Amitabha!"

Huang Mei clasped his hands together, and there was a trace of sadness on his face, as if he couldn't bear the ruthlessness he had just made.

The furious Buddha light completely locked that small space, and the energy that was released nowhere to release collided in the space formed by the fragments of the Buddha beads, impacting the originally calm space into ripples! No! What was turbulent was not the spatial barrier of the Shenzhou Continent, but the rampaging Yuan Force frenzy! But even so, not everyone could bear it, even if it was a master of the Tongxuan Realm, if he was not careful, he might be hit hard!

It's just that there is a premise for all this, and that is that this Yuan Force Prison can trap the other party inside!

"Whew!"

A breeze blew, Ye Fan's figure flashed behind the yellow-eyed old monk out of thin air, his right hand merged into a sword finger, and a dark blue ice sword instantly took shape, silently slashing towards the necks of the two monks!

Gentle, like the call of a lover!

Among the four monks of Tianlong Temple, the highest strength is the old monk with yellow eyebrows at the head, who can reach the peak of the realm of soul refining, and half a foot has stepped into the realm of Tongxuan! The middle-aged monk who was killed by Ye Fan's punch only has the strength of the peak of soul condensation! And now the two monks pointed by Ye Fan Jianfeng are almost the same as the middle-aged monk, one is still in the realm of soul condensation, and the other is just stepping into the early stage of soul refining!

At this time, under Ye Fan's sword, the two of them had almost no power to resist, although the monk of the Refining Realm seemed to be aware of the change in the qi behind him, but he still didn't have time to react, he could only feel a piercing edge slashing towards his neck!

"Evil obstacles!"

When Ye Fan was hiding in the breeze, Huang Mei really didn't notice his existence, but when he condensed the ice sword and slashed towards the necks of the two monks, Huang Mei instantly sensed Ye Fan's existence!

"Whew!"

After infusing the true yuan, the monk's robe was three points harder than the fine iron, but the sharpness of the ice sword in Ye Fan's palm was beyond Huang Mei's imagination! With the sound of cracking, Huang Mei's monk's robe instantly had a two-foot-long opening, but with this slowdown, the ice sword that Ye Fan cut down was half a point slower, and the sword that was supposed to be killed was dodged by the two of them, only bringing up a half-inch-deep sword mark on their backs, which looked bloody, but in fact it was just a layer of skin wounds!

"Donor, good means!"

Huang Mei lowered his hands and protected his two classmates behind him!

Ye Fan's methods just now really scared him, whether it was the domineering killing of that punch or the silent ice sword assassination, although the methods were different in style, they had the same ruthlessness and determination! Not to mention anything else, just say that the two monks who were protected by Huang Mei behind him had already lost the slightest bit of majesty before at this time, and their eyes looking at Ye Fan were full of fear! At that moment just now, if it wasn't for Huang Mei's timely rescue, I'm afraid they would have ended up in the same fate as Monk Huizhen!

"Get out!"

After being blocked by the old monk with yellow eyebrows, Ye Fan didn't continue to attack, and with a flick of his right hand, the ice sword turned into a streamer and dissipated invisibly! If this group of monks from Tianlong Temple could leave with interest now, he wouldn't mind letting them go!

"Amitabha!"

Being scolded one after another by others, I am afraid that even if the Buddha is alive, he will inevitably rise a little angry! But in the face of Ye Fan's strong methods, Huang Mei really had to forcibly suppress his anger, and said with a frosty face: "Senior Brother Lao Wei can't get rid of demons today, ......

"Huh?"

Seeing that Huang Mei didn't mean to take the opportunity to leave, Ye Fan's originally put away murderous aura burst out instantly, grabbed his right hand from the void, held the red blood sword in his palm, and didn't wait for Huang Mei to finish speaking, the whole person had already fit and pounced!

"Dark Light!"

The sword light came from nothing, just for a moment, and then the entire inn fell into the darkness that could not be seen by the five fingers! The darkness suddenly came, and the three of Huangmei couldn't help but be vigilant, but before they could make a move, a dark light that was extremely bright and emitted endless light suddenly exploded in front of the three of them!

When the sword light exploded, confusing everyone's ears and eyes, a sound of heavenly demons sounded in the hearts of the three of them at the same time! All of a sudden, the three monks with yellow eyebrows seemed to have fallen into the boundless demon realm, and the faces of the demons dancing around their bodies and ears were constantly shaking their already small Buddha hearts!

"Ah, what a demon, dare to be presumptuous in front of my Buddha!"

A loud shout came from Huang Mei's mouth, and then a golden light flew out of the robe on his body, blended into the void, and turned into a three-zhang sized golden dragon of Buddha light, swinging away the darkness around his body, wanting to shelter the three of them in this Buddha light!

"Slash!"

Just when the Buddha Light Golden Dragon was formed, the boundless darkness dissipated instantly, and it automatically poured into the Red Blood Sword, turning into a giant sword of a length of a few feet, which was held in the palm of Ye Fan's hands by both hands, as if opening the world, slashing towards the golden dragon around the three of them!

"Boom!"

The sword shadow fell, countless golden lights shattered, and the Buddha light golden dragon that had just condensed and formed only came to let out a mournful roar, and was split in half by the red blood sword, and at the same time, the original Buddha's shining monk's robe on Huang Mei's body instantly became dim, as if he had lost his soul!

"Poof!"

The golden dragon was shattered, whether it was the robe on Huang Mei's body, or he himself was seriously counterattacked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his originally ruddy face instantly turned sallow! But even if he paid such a heavy price, he still didn't block Ye Fan's long sword that fell!

"Amitabha!"

The three Buddha horns sounded at the same time, and at this moment, they skillfully merged into one sound, connecting the breaths of the three people, and raising a layer of golden light Buddha cover, enveloping the three of them and blocking the front of the red blood sword!

"Boom!"

"Poof......

Although the three monks connected their own breaths and fused them into one, when the sword light fell, the hastily propped up Buddha light still didn't play much role, and in the blink of an eye, it was split into pieces by the sword light, and then the three monks each spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell in different directions!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Three ice blades flew out of Ye Fan's palm, like meteors in the night sky, and a dazzling light slashed through the air, shooting towards the three of them!

The sword light flashed and disappeared, and in terms of speed, it was no less than the sword light that had just been slashed!

"Celestial Dragon Claw!"

The knife flashed, but the two people who were protected by the yellow eyebrows behind them had completely lost the power to resist, only the most powerful yellow eyebrow old monk, at the last moment, turned into a dragon shape in his right hand, with a layer of golden light, and took the initiative to meet the flying knife that shot quickly!

"Poof, poof, poof!"

There were three muffled sounds, and each of the three ice blades sank into one person's body, but unlike the two monks who were directly pierced through the center of his eyebrows by the flying knives, the ice blades shot at Huang Mei were blocked by him with his right palm. However, as a price, Huang Mei's right hand was completely pierced by the flying knife turned into ice, and left an ice hole on his shoulder that constantly emitted cold air!

This series of changes can be described as a rabbit and a falcon, and it seems that a long battle only took a few breaths, and those guests who reacted more slowly did not even have time to leave their seats, and everything was over!

"Whew!"

A mouthful of turbid breath came out of his mouth, Ye Fan held the red blood sword in his hand, and walked towards Huang Mei step by step with his eyebrows in his eyes! Although the battle was almost over, and the four monks of Tianlong Temple had been killed and injured three times, Ye Fan's face still did not have the slightest hint of excitement!

Because, in front of Huang Mei at this time, there was a person standing, a person he didn't want to do!

"Amitabha!"

Qijie stood in front of Ye Fan, folded his hands, and chanted a Buddha horn in a low voice, the moon-white monk white was slightly scattered backwards by the murderous aura emanating from Ye Fan's body, but there was no expression on his face, calm like a pool of stagnant water that could not make waves!

"You want to save him?"

The tip of the sword hung low, although the red blood sword had not drunk human blood today, but with Ye Fan's question, in the red space on both sides of the blade, a thick bloody aura still rose!

"He has a relationship with the little monk!"

Qijie didn't say to save, nor did he say no, he just said something that seemed to be irrelevant, but Ye Fan understood the meaning of his words!

If the two of them don't have a relationship, then even if Huang Mei and him are both Buddhist disciples, they will die, and for Qijie, this has nothing to do with him!

Of course, according to the "fate law" that Ye Fan said before the Seven Precepts, he will only do his best, whether Huang Mei is dead or alive is still not an important thing for him!

"Master, save me!"

Huang Mei, who could only close his eyes and wait for death, was like a drowning man at this time, catching a life-saving straw! Originally, he didn't know who this little novice who was standing in front of him, but after the words of Qijie came out, he instantly understood who the little novice wearing a moon-white monk's robe was in front of him!

Because three hundred years ago, he had the privilege of following and serving a person who was dressed in the same costume and temperament as the Seven Rings, and that person has now become a world-famous Avatar Grandmaster!

"Hehe!" Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a chuckle: "So, the master doesn't want this good fate anymore."

As if he didn't see the ridicule in Ye Fan's eyes, nor did he hear Huang Mei's pleading, Qijie still said indifferently: "This is not a contradiction! The little monk will help him, and he will also help the donor!"

Ye Fan's eyes opened, the smile in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the tip of the Red Blood Sword seemed to be scribbling chaotically on the floor!

"You know, I didn't want to kill them!