Chapter 1027: The native chicken and tile dog!

Japan is a small place, only more than 100 kilometers from Kyoto to Ise City.

Although Ye Fan has no map, it is not difficult to find the Ise Temple.

When a person who practices martial arts and practices Taoism reaches a certain level of strength, his essence, blood, and soul will be strong, and he will condense his unique aura.

Even if you make a makeover and disguise yourself, your aura will not change.

At a location in the southern part of Ise City, Ye Fan felt hundreds of similar auras, gathering together, far better than ordinary people.

There is also an extremely powerful aura, which is taller than the mountain and deeper than the night, like the light of the extreme, which is particularly conspicuous, soaring straight into the sky and running through the world, as if it is to support the entire world. Even the strong wind cannot damage it.

Even though he was far away, Ye Fan could feel the horror, his whole body was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was extremely afraid.

If a warrior with weak strength dares to spy on this aura, he may be immediately backfired and the consequences will be unimaginable.

There is no doubt that the owner of this terrifying aura is the true master of the legendary Japanese—

The great priest of Ise Temple!

Soon, Ye Fan followed his breath and arrived at the door of Ise Temple.

At the first moment, several guards discovered him and said with a fierce look: "This is the important place of the Divine Palace, you must not trespass! Who will come? Report it to the name!"

"Ye Beichen!"

Ye Fan said coldly, every word is as heavy as a pound.

Hearing this name, the pupils of several guards suddenly shrank, and they looked like they were looking like a ghost. Unexpectedly, Ye Beichen, who was arrested by the great priest, would suddenly appear at the gate of the Ise Temple.

Even though Ye Fan in front of him had a smile on his lips and looked harmless, in their eyes, it was like a demon coming to the world, and fear that penetrated his bones invaded every inch of his skin and every pore.

Out of survival instinct, these guards subconsciously opened their mouths and wanted to ask for rescue.

However, without even saying a word, the Thunder Tribulation Sword shot out and turned into a purple lightning dragon tore through the sky and cut off the throats of several people.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!!!"

The bright red blood flowers bloomed on their necks, just like ancient ink-splashing paintings, revealing a strange beauty.

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

The movement at the gate also attracted the attention of many guards and priests in the divine palace.

Ye Fan's face was as deep as water, without any turbulence, and walked into the Ise Temple.

This divine palace is a supreme holy land that worships Amaterasu. Its guard power is even stronger than the imperial residence where the emperor lives.

"Push!"

"Push!"

"Push!"

Suddenly, a dense sound of footsteps sounded.

Hundreds of warriors wearing armor and holding swords rushed out from the inside of the temple, staring at Ye Fan with murderous intent, and blazing flames burned in their eyes, wishing they could swallow him alive.

If the eyes could hurt people, Ye Fan would probably be full of holes and his body was completely covered.

Although these warriors are not yet at the level of a master, they are all warriors of the eighth or nine grades. They have strong qi and blood and their muscles are ignited, just like copper and iron casting, containing explosive power.

The sword they held in their hands had sharp blades, flashing with cloud patterns on the blades, which were obviously the best weapon after repeated trials.

At this time, a priest in hunting clothes stood up, reached out and pointed at Ye Fan from afar, shouting: "You can't let this madman defile the holy land! Let everyone go together and make him pay the price of bleeding!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Countless roars gathered together, the sound shook the sky and the murderous intent was boiling.

Hundreds of warriors all had red eyes and waved their swords, like a torrent of steel rushing towards Ye Fan.

The sword lights in the sky seemed to turn into a big net that covered the sky and the sun, covering Ye Fan's position, almost blocking all the places he could hide.

This scene is spectacular and has a very visual impact, which makes people shocked the soul.

Even the top swordsman did not dare to fight against such a charge, and could only avoid the edge for a while.

However, Ye Fan's face was full of disdain and said coldly: "It's ridiculous that a group of mobs want to stop me!"

As he said that, Ye Fan's eyes trembled, holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword in his hand, his figure was elegant and ethereal, as graceful as a stunning geese and as gentle as a dragon.

"See!See!See..."

Every time he sets out his sword, a warrior will fall to the ground.

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

Under the moonlight, Ye Fan's expression was calm, like walking in the garden, constantly dancing sharp swords, blood flowers blooming, and corpses everywhere.

In a sea of ​​corpses and blood, Ye Fan's body was always dust-free and stained without any blood stains.

It was obviously a cold killing, but in his hands, it had been sublimated to the realm of art. Even when facing hundreds of warriors, he was still at ease and everything was under control.

And a burst of passion and ambition also arose in his heart, chanting Li Bai's "The Legend of the Knights":

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

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

"Kill one person in ten steps, and you will not stay for a thousand miles!"

Ye Fan sang loudly and waved his sword, like a sword immortal who was in the dust, holding the sword to dominate the world and controlling the people, and was indescribable freehand and freehand.

The passionate poem, each word seemed like a sharp sword, sonorous and powerful, loud and loud, exploded in the venue like thunder.

At this moment, he is even more extraordinary than the knights in Li Bai's poem, and he can be said to be "one step by step"!

The ghostly body technique and magical sword skills are beyond the reach of the blue sky and the yellow spring.

...

"Devil! This is the real devil!"

"Escape everyone!"

"Ahhhhh... don't come here, please spare my life!"

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

They are not afraid of death, they are afraid of deep despair. Facing an invincible enemy, their psychological defense completely collapses.

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

"Click! Click! Click!"

Blood dripping along the Thunder Tribulation Sword and fell to the ground unstoppably.

Ye Fan turned around, his deep eyes seemed to have penetrating power, and looked deep in the divine palace, shouting with full energy:

"Master, aren't you going to kill me? Now that your disciples are all going to die, why are you still hiding like a turtle with your head?"

"Get out and die!!!"

Ye Fan's voice penetrated the clouds and cracked the stones, shook the sky and the earth, and clearly visible ripples appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, an old roar rang like a beast's roar:

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

Immediately afterwards, Shirakawa Ono led nine elderly priests to come from a distance, and each of them held various magic weapons, tablets, rulers, and bells in his hands...

These magical instruments were obviously circulated from China.

Looking at the scene of corpses and sea of ​​blood in the field, Shirakawa Dayan looked crazy and his heart was bleeding.

The next moment, he stared at Ye Fan, his eyes were covered with blood, his forehead was full of blue veins, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Beichen! You dare to start a massacre in the Ise Temple and blaspheme the gods. Are you not afraid of being punished by God?"

"God's reprimand?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, shook his head and said disdainfully: "The God you believe in is nothing more than a native chicken and a tile dog in my opinion!"

Ye Fan's voice was straightforward, without any turmoil, without any provocation, as if he was explaining some natural facts.

But the more this happens, the more it stimulates the anger in the hearts of these priests.

"presumptuous!"

“Bold!”

"court death!"

All the ten priests were furious and furious, wishing they could cut Ye Fan into pieces to relieve their hatred.

At this time, Shirakawa Dayan's eyes were so bitter that he said, "Everyone, let's do it together and use the magic weapon passed down by the great priest to kill this kid!"

"yes!"

As soon as the words were finished, the ten priests took action at the same time, sacrificing magic weapons, with murderous aura soaring into the sky, and their magic power surged and majestic.
Chapter completed!