With you, you are not worthy of me to draw my sword!

Hearing this, Xie Chongyang's eyes were red and angry, his teeth clenched, and he gurgled.

What made him even more angry was that Ye Fan's natural tone when he spoke didn't take him seriously at all.

You must know that Xie Chongyang is a half-step grandmaster realm, and in the secular world, it can be regarded as a rare existence.

In addition, he founded the Jiuyang Sword Sect, has countless disciples, and is even more majestic in Jinling City, and countless big people treat him as a guest, how could he ever be so despised?

For a while, he looked at Ye Fan's eyes, full of monstrous anger, eager to devour him alive.

"Presumptuous! Stinky boy, you dare to be so big! In this case, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

Xie Chongyang said, flicking the three-foot long sword in his hand with his fingers.

"Boom!"

A low sword roar like Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded throughout the audience, and the killing intent surged horizontally.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a scorching wave of heat, with the long sword as the center, spread in all directions.

Yu Zihong and the others instantly had an illusion, as if they were in a crater that was about to erupt, and sweat gushed out from every pore.

Song Wanqing, who had a weak physique, was even more crumbling, and could only reach out to support the table so that she could barely fall down.

"Sword name, Chiyang!"

Xie Chongyang's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he was loud and powerful: "This sword is made by the old man taking the essence of spiritual fire and thousand-year-old black iron, refining it for nine hundred and eighty-one days! Boy, it is your honor to be able to die under this sword!"

Looking at it from a distance, the Chiyang sword is about three feet long, and there are faint red cloud patterns on the blade, which is extraordinary and mysterious, and it is not ordinary at first glance!

With the long sword in his hand, Xie Chongyang seemed to have changed as a person, heroic and full of the breath of a peerless powerhouse.

In the huge banquet hall, it seemed that they were all shrouded in his aura, and Yu Zihong and the others felt that their breath was stagnant, as if the air around them had become solidified.

At this moment, Xie Chongyang made no secret of his killing intent towards Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan still stood with his hands in his hands, his expression remained unchanged, he was not shocked, and the momentum of the whole person seemed to be one with heaven and earth, chic and calm.

Seeing this, Xie Chongyang swept his long eyebrows, and the samurai suit on his body was windless and automatic, like a cloud opening in all directions, hunting sound.

"Boy, come here!"

As soon as the words fell, his momentum continued to rise, as if he had turned into an ancient fierce beast, baring his teeth and claws, and wanting to kill the world!

With his body as the center of the circle, a cyclone appeared out of thin air, and all the tables and chairs within more than ten meters around him were blown away and turned into powder, as if they had encountered a hurricane.

There is no doubt how terrifying and powerful the killer weapon he is about to show next!

......

In the corner, Yu Wenxing looked at Yu Zihong from afar, a victor's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said proudly:

"Zihong, this Ye Beichen you found is indeed extraordinary! But it's a pity...... He met Master Xie, and today he can only become the soul of Master Xie's sword, and there is no second possibility!"

In Yu Wenxing's opinion, Ye Fan, who was unarmed, would definitely hate Xie Chongyang who was holding the Chiyang Sword!

However, in the face of Yu Wenxing's provocation, Yu Zihong's face sank like water, and he said in a deep voice: "Uncle, you still underestimate Grandmaster Ye too much! Grandmaster Ye's strength is definitely not what you can imagine!"

As he spoke, Yu Zihong's mind recalled the scene in the Tianmu Mountain Range, where Ye Fan was alone fighting three half-step grandmasters.

In the snap of his fingers, he completely defeated the three of them without much effort!

That invincible posture caused an unprecedented spiritual shock to Yu Zihong, and he still remembers it vividly!

At this moment, he was not worried about Ye Fan's safety at all, but he was afraid that Ye Fan would even hold a grudge against the Yu family because of this turmoil!

The anger of a martial arts master is probably difficult for even their Yu family to bear easily.

In desperation, he secretly said in his heart: "Hey...... It seems that we can only wait for everything to settle down and personally ask Sect Master Ye for the guilt!"

At this time, Xie Chongyang's momentum had reached its peak.

On the Chiyang Sword in his hand, there seemed to be a raging fire, and even from a long distance, he could feel the scorching breath.

"Jiuyang Sword Technique - Burn Out the Eight Directions!"

His roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then the burly body turned into a red rainbow, burning the sky and attacking Ye Fan.

The long sword in his hand was more like igniting the air, drawing a tunnel of flames in mid-air, and swept towards Ye Fan's front door.

"Whoosh!"

In just an instant, the Chiyang Sword was less than a foot away from Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan still maintained his original posture and stood still in place.

Seeing this, Xie Chongyang only thought that he was stupid, a smile appeared in his eyes, and the long sword was three points faster, stabbing towards his throat.

However, the next moment, the smile in Xie Chongyang's eyes instantly froze, turning into unprecedented shock.

The expected scene of the long sword slitting the throat did not happen.

At the last moment, Ye Fan disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, as if he had never existed.

This...... How is that possible?!

For a while, Xie Chongyang's heart set off a monstrous wave, and he was so surprised that he couldn't help it.

He knew that the speed of the martial artist was extremely fast, and he could indeed surpass the limit of the mortal eye's capture.

However, he is a powerhouse in the realm of a half-step grandmaster, even if he is a real martial arts grandmaster, no matter how fast he moves, it is difficult to deceive his eyes!

But what he didn't know was that Ye Fan had now comprehended the power of the Vermilion Bird and used it with all his might, and even the Martial Arts Grandmaster couldn't match his speed.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's disdainful voice sounded behind him: "Hehe...... Xie Chongyang, is this your so-called killer feature? It's ridiculous!"

When Xie Chongyang heard this, he subconsciously turned around, but found that Ye Fan was still standing with his hands in his hands, calm and calm, and full of mastery.

"Impossible!"

Xie Chongyang was like an angry lion, roaring: "Stinky boy, what kind of body are you, how can you dodge my attack?!"

As he spoke, as if he didn't believe in evil, he swung the Chiyang Sword again, and attacked Ye Fan like crazy.

"Huh!"

The long sword turned into a red flame dragon, and the momentum was incomparable, and it swept towards Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan repeated his old trick and used the power of the Vermilion Bird again, and the ghostly figure disappeared out of thin air, perfectly avoiding this fatal blow.

......

For a while, Xie Chongyang brandished the Chiyang Sword and attacked Ye Fan hysterically.

The long sword splits the sky, and the fire dances the dragon!

The huge banquet hall was in ruins, as if a major earthquake had occurred.

Yu Zihong and the others had to shrink in the corner of the wall far away, for fear of being affected by Yu Wei.

A full ten minutes passed, Rao is Xie Chongyang, and the internal strength in the dantian was also frantically consumed, so he had to slow down the offensive, gasping for breath, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and he no longer had the arrogant and domineering meaning before.

On the other hand, Ye Fan was still unharmed, and even the corners of his clothes were not messy.

At this moment, in addition to anger, Xie Chongyang's eyes were more than ever surprised.

He never expected that a young man under twenty would have such a terrifying body!

Suddenly, a bold thought crossed his mind—

Could it be ...... Is this kid really a grandmaster powerhouse?!

But the next moment, he immediately shook his head and threw this "ridiculous" thought out of his mind.

He didn't believe that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old hairy boy could reach the realm of a supreme grandmaster.

If this is the case, wouldn't he have lived to be a dog in the past few decades?

At this time, Xie Chongyang's eyes flickered, and he had a plan, and said:

"Stinky boy, you only know how to escape, what's the difference between a shrunken turtle and a bad seed?

In his opinion, Ye Fan is young and vigorous, and under this radical method, it is easy to be fooled!

Hearing these words, Yu Zihong, who was in the distance, secretly cursed shamelessly in his heart, and just wanted to say something to remind him.

Who knew that at this time, Ye Fan stood still, looked at Xie Chongyang from afar, clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked like he was in a good time, and said jokingly:

In my opinion, you are a frog at the bottom of a well, and you don't know how big the world is! With your slight strength, even if I stand still and let you cut it, you can't hurt me in the slightest!"