The noble body of the palace master of the Divine Palace flew upside down the same path like a broken sack.

The myth of invincibility was shattered and vanished in this instant.

"This ...... How is this possible......" Fujiwara Mairan stammered, staying where she was and watching this scene incredulously.

The master who attacked with an absolute advantage was defeated by the opponent's punch?

Masaki Chi fell to the ground on all fours, and the Yaga Divine Mirror in his hand also rolled to the ground, and the top hat was crooked to the back of his head.

A fist was dripping with blood, intertwined into a web, already frozen.

The sleeves on his right arm were tattered and shaped like straw, and they hung from his weak arm, and it was evident that his arm was completely useless.

Everyone was speechless in shock.

Is this a possession of a god? and a scene that only exists in a movie becomes a reality?

It's too weird, so unconscionable.

"Master!" Fujiwara Mairan screamed, appearing next to Masaki Chiran, crouching down, trying to help him up.

"Get out, get out of here!" lost face and dignity in front of his subordinates, all calmness, all his bearing, disappeared in an instant, leaving only the fury and hysteria of a beast.

Myths will eventually be defeated by reality, and Misaki's face is as distorted as his fingers.

"Whoa. In the opposite wind, Ye Fan turned his head and spat Xingzi, cool, really mother's cool!

There is a smile on the corner of his mouth after turning defeat into victory, and that smile is really very bad.

"Little Japanese devil, give you a taste of sweetness, are you really easy to pinch as an uncle?" His cheerful tone no longer took the dozens of people around him in his eyes at all, and he didn't take Misaki Chichao seriously.

The change between the front and back, he seems to have changed people and been reborn.

Even if the strength is hidden, it shouldn't be this one-sided gap, the power is several times higher than the real Saki Qianchao, is that still a person?

It's like an ant turning into an elephant and kicking a dead jackal, but the reality can't allow them not to polish their eyes and be impressed.

The palace master of Jingu struggled to stand up, his head was on top of the entire Japanese Shintoism, and under his feet were the bitter pleadings of millions of undead, he couldn't lose to this man.

If he loses, the spiritual sustenance of the whole of Japan will be completely over.

No matter what the other party is hiding, Misaki must win!

He's going to win!

The muscles on his face trembled, and his left hand began to tremble, because of the majestic power gathered, his robe also began to vibrate, and the strong air flow made Fujiwara Mairan have to hide a little farther away, wait and see.

Hanzo, who was standing on the other side, clearly felt his explosive killing intent, if before, Masaki Chirana still had the intention of teasing the enemy, then now, it was **naked and wanted to kill the other party.

Whoosh –

Misaki's chaotic figure suddenly dimmed, and the raging wind condensed into a wind dragon in his path, opening its huge mouth and roaring angrily!

Ye Fan waved out his palm, and the surrounding Shuo Feng was sucked over and condensed into a gang!

Whew-woo -

The fist wind of the ghost crying wolf howls seems to destroy the world and the earth!

Bang!

With a shocking blow, the fists and palms were intertwined, and two terrifying and powerful winds spread wildly around, blowing everyone staggered and couldn't stand on their feet.

The seventh-level gale did not have the majestic momentum they erupted to earth-shattering, and within ten meters of the surrounding area, the air flow tore the entire space into a vacuum.

The flesh on Masaki Chiran's face was blown out of shape, crackling and crackling, and the golden dress peeled off inch by inch, shattered into pieces and pieces, and finally turned into powder and disappeared into the wind.

"Ahh

Hundreds of millions of needles are pierced in the body and face at the same time, who can endure this torture?

If it weren't for the super strength of the force and the strong defense, Misaki Chichao would inevitably end up in the same situation as Keiji Ohno this time, exploding and dying, and blowing up into a puddle of minced meat.

In the midst of the swirling energy, a figure flew out in response and fell dozens of meters away.

"Haha, happy!" Ye Fan turned his palm, and his strength was exhausted.

The figure that flew out was none other than Misaki Chichao, who was originally victorious, but at this moment he was vulnerable, swapped positions with his opponent, and became a pathetic loser.

A large group of palace guards stumbled over, picking up the unrecognizable palace master.

Masaki Qianchao, who was well-dressed before, is still a human now, and has completely become a bloody person.

He was defeated, he was defeated, clean, and he didn't drag his feet.

Even the ability to stand alone was lost, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't say half a word, just pointed at Ye Fan with one hand, and opened his eyes.

"Unwilling, right? Do you want to know why this is the case?" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and with a gesture of his hand, a bright silver-white object flew into his palm.

Yaga Divine Mirror!

No one answered his question, his eyes full of grief and shock, and deep hidden fear......

To be able to defeat the master of Amaterasu Shrine in the blink of an eye, he is either hiding his strength or possessed by a god.

Other than that, is it possible?

Click!

The crisp sound of the glass shattering shook everyone's fragile minds, and the Supreme Relic Yaga Divine Mirror shattered into a pile of scum and slowly passed away with the wind!

"Eight-huh-" Misaki Chiran's unwilling, angry last words roared from the depths of his throat, blood spurted wildly from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, and his meridians were broken!

In fact, after the blow just now, even if he gets out of Siberia, he will not live long.

The dignified palace master of Amaterasu Shrine and the leader of Shinto in Japan died in a foreign land!

"Master!"

"Palace Master!"

Cries and roars shook the sky, and the figure fell to its knees.

Everyone's emotions collapsed in an instant! The sky fell!

He died, he was the strongest enemy Ye Fan had ever encountered in his life, but he was the most cowardly and unclear person who died.

As the head of the Dongying Sect, a monumental banner-like figure, he sees the world at a glance, sits at the peak of power, and is indispensable.

But he died.

The death was too abrupt, too unacceptable, as unreal as a dream.

What to do with the rest of the call?

Or do you kneel and beg for mercy?

Crazy laughter, coming out of Ye Fan's mouth, was extremely harsh and arrogant in those mournful cries.

The boss died, and it was just when the sorrow came, but the culprit was smiling at the sky.

"Kill him, kill him!" said Fujiwara Mairan, her voice changing tones.

Dozens of Jingu warriors swung their long knives, like wolves pounced on tigers, and rushed forward frantically!

Puffy Bun –

A circle of air exploded violently, screaming miserably, and the blades fell to the ground with a clang, hitting the frozen ground as hard as iron, reflecting the cold and helpless sword light.

"Ahh

Even if the moth fights the fire and kills itself, it must fight desperately.

Ye Fan waved his hand lightly, and another circle of people fell to the ground, seriously injured.

Of all the people in the Divine Palace, only the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird remained, their eyes full of horror, despair, and grief.

"You can go. Ye Fan pointed at the white tiger and said with a smile: "For the sake of kneeling just now, take the bones of the master and go back to wear linen and filial piety." ”

The white tiger's eyes changed instantly, both shocked and angry, extremely complicated.

"Everyone else can go, Miss Wulan, you can't go. Without waiting for him to refuse this alms, Ye Fan gave the order again.

"Hahaha-" Fujiwara Mairan laughed sharply, her expression wild and bewitching, her cuffs waved behind her, and she pointed to the way she came, shouting, "Go! Get out of here with the others!" Hanzo!"

The white tiger is indifferent, as a samurai and ninja, he can't escape at the most critical moment, and escape, which is contrary to the spirit of bushido and is despised by people.

"Get out! I'll tell you to get out!" ...... Fujiwara kicked over, and then kicked at the figures lying on the ground one by one, like crazy.

"Let's go!" the white tiger picked up the bloody corpse on his back, gritted his teeth and turned around, taking a difficult step.