Chapter 922: Thunder Knife!

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"Ho **** ho ho!!!"

After hitting two whips, Zhang Yang let out a hoarse roar, like a furious beast, violently retreating dozens of meters.

In ancient China, there was a penalty called "Tatting Punishment", also known as Ink Punishment, which refers to tattooing the criminal's face and then applying the ink charcoal. It cannot be wiped off for life, and it becomes a permanent mark. It will be permanent wherever it goes. Despised by others.

Among the corporal punishments such as guilty, palace, killing, and killing, tattooing has the slightest harm to the human body, but this punishment is imposed on the face and cannot be concealed, causing people to suffer great mental humiliation.

And now, even if Zhang Yang couldn't see his face, he could feel the two crossed "X"-shaped welts, as if he had been tattooed.

The second young master of the dignified Zhang family was beaten in the face by an unknown kid. If this scene falls into the eyes of others, it might make him lose face and become the laughing stock of the entire ancient martial arts world.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was full of anger, the blue veins on his forehead were erected, the monstrous evil spirit was condensed into substance, and his eyes were red and ready to breathe fire.

Strictly speaking, Ye Fan's two whips are strong and fierce, but he has been taking Tiancadibao to quench his body since he was a child, and his body is extremely strong, leaving only whip marks on his face, but no muscles and bones, and he can heal by applying plaster afterwards.

However, what is more difficult than the physical pain is the inner humiliation and humiliation.

Those two whips not only whipped his face, but also whipped his heart, causing him to fall into extreme madness.

At this time, the great elder in the distance said loudly: "Young Master, let the old man take action and kill this son!"

"Do not!"

Zhang Yang immediately refused, and then turned his head to look at Ye Fan, with a cloud of light blooming in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"Young Master Ben will kill him personally and use his blood to wash away the humiliation!"

The elder groaned after hearing the words, and didn't say more, because he knew that if Zhang Yang failed to avenge him, there might be cracks in the Dao Heart, resulting in a heart demon, leading to unstable realm and even the possibility of regression.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang put his hand on the handle of the knife around his waist, and then drew the knife sharply.

"Chang!"

A sword sound like a dragon chant, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, and rushing straight into the sky.

Afterwards, the polished knife light flickered, even under the blue sky and white sun, it was dazzling, illuminating the eyes.

The next moment, Ye Fan's attention was attracted by the long knife in his hand.

Looking intently, the knife is four feet long, the blade surface is smooth and can be reflected, and there is a faint cloud pattern. It is obviously made through thousands of hard work.

The blade is broad and vigorous, and must be controlled with amazing power to wield a sharp sword.

Even from a long distance, you can feel a stern suffocation. Compared with the grievances and obsessions in the whip, it is more than that, as if slashing at will, it can split the space and make the ghosts and spirits easier.

Even Ye Fan, who is accustomed to seeing magic weapons, couldn't help but sigh:

"Good knife!"

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As the first family of Guwu, the Zhang family has inherited a century of wealth and accumulated wealth far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

As the second youngest member of the Zhang family, Zhang Yang has a lofty status in the family and the resources he possesses are also very exaggerated.

At this moment, he was holding a long knife, as if he had changed himself, and his gestures revealed hegemonic power, like a **** of war, and the air around him was stagnant.

Even if his realm is still only the pinnacle of the profound realm, even if a realm master is in front, he will be frightened and trembling, unable to display his strength.

"Knife name, thunder!"

Zhang Yang held his head high, and ostentatiously introduced: "This knife is my Zhang family's collection. It is ranked 87th on the list of 100 soldiers. It is rumored that a strong man used this knife to cut off the Thunder of Nine Heavens, and the knife absorbed the Thunder. Power, generator spirit! Murderous fascination, cold light crying ghosts and gods! Boy, it is an honor for you to die under this knife, let's go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Yang held the Thunder Knife in his hand, stepped out in one step, and swept a distance of several meters, like a thunder and a wind cut.

"Boom!"

The ground vibrated and the stone chips splashed, like an ancient fierce **** trampling on the earth, brave and brave, to crush all the enemies ahead!

"Stab!"

The thunderstorm pierced the sky, the sword whistling and the wind screamed endlessly, tearing a trail of silence, enough to kill everything.

"Kyushu is angry with wind and thunder!"

Zhang Yang yelled, and Dantian's inner strength madly poured into the Thunder Knife, the blade of which was brilliant and brilliant.

Not only that, the spirit and spirit of his whole body and the will of martial arts are also integrated into it, advancing without retreating, living toward death, and the unity of man and sword, reaching a mysterious realm.

Cut out with a single knife, like a rushing thunder, enough to cut through everything blocking the front.

Even if he didn't really provoke the divine thunder, he still burst into an extremely powerful sense of oppression, unstoppable.

In Zhang's family, although Zhang Yang is not well-known, his strength is not much better than that of his brother.

At least Zhang Kuang couldn't compare to him without using the "Blood Burning Nine Pattern Dragon" secret technique.

However, in the face of this strong and domineering blow, Ye Fan was not only not afraid, but also a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a young child without putting it in his eyes.

Such contempt further stimulated the anger in Zhang Yang's heart, causing him to split his eyes, and roared:

"Boy, go to hell!!!"

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Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...

The Thunder Knife was getting closer and closer to Ye Fan, and the sharp knife gun seemed to make him shattered.

However, Ye Fan still stood in place, rooting under his feet, motionless.

Not only did he not hide, nor did he intend to use the whip, he watched the Thunder Knife smash at his door.

This kind of behavior, in Zhang Yang's view, is self-defeating.

In this situation, even if a **** descends to the earth, he can't be saved!

On the smooth blade of Thunder Knife, Ye Fan's face was even reflected, and there was still no wave in the ancient well.

At the moment of death, Ye Fan's eyes drenched, as if hundreds of millions of stars were blooming, his voice cut through Qiong Xiao:

"Golden Light God Armor, Xuanwu Xian!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan's body was a masterpiece of golden light, and the armor formed by the condensed inner strength covered the whole body, as if recreating a red sun out of thin air, the bright light made people unable to open their eyes.

Compared with this gold armor, the silver armor of the silver armor guard is like a pile of broken copper.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

In an instant, the seven basal places in the northern sky, fighting, bull, female, virtual, dangerous, room, and wall suddenly sparkled, descending seven stars, and condensed a strange beast in front of Ye Fan.

Looking intently, the strange beast is like a combination of a black tortoise and a giant python. The body is intertwined, as if one, suspended in the air, but it gives people a feeling of solidity and weight. It is the legendary basalt. Mythical beast!

Even if it was just a phantom, it still revealed the supreme sacred aura, as soon as it appeared, it severely suppressed the publicity.

If an ordinary person sees it, I am afraid that he will bow down and worship on the spot.

"Zheng!"

The next moment, Zhang Yang's knife slashed on the phantom of this basalt beast abruptly, sparks flying everywhere.

However, this devastating knife did not cause any changes to the phantom of the basalt beast.

On the contrary, it was blatant, and his stature was shaken. It took more than ten steps before he could barely stand still. The tiger's mouth with the knife in his right hand was shattered by the force of the counter-shock, and red blood gurgled out.

Looking at Ye Fan wearing gold armor and basalt guards from a distance, his expression changed drastically, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

He never expected that Ye Fan would still hide such a killer. Not only did this knife not cause any harm to Ye Fan, he was actually backlashed.

Fortunately, the Thunder Knife is a magic weapon on the Hundred Soldiers list. If it were replaced with another weapon, it would have been shattered by the Xuanwu Shadow.

"Xuanwu divine beast, true martial breath!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yang couldn't help but exclaimed, staring straight at Ye Fan, and said every word: "Boy, you obviously belong to the Maoshan School, how can you learn the secret technique of the Wudang School?"

As a publicity, the vision is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, and he can recognize the origin of this basaltic beast at a glance.

Xuanwu is the **** of the north, not only represents the combination of turtles and snakes, but also represents the supreme "Zhenwu Great Emperor" in Taoism!

Among the Taoist schools, the Wudang Sect worshipped Emperor Zhenwu as the main deity, and the word "Wudang" of its school was taken from "non-zhenwu is not worthy of it".

But now, Ye Fan is holding the treasure of Maoshan School Town School and hitting the magic whip, and displaying the magical powers of Wudang School. How can Zhang Yang not be surprised?