Chapter 1027: Chicken shingle!

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

Although Ye Fan does not have a map, it is not difficult to find Ise Shrine.

When a person who practices martial arts and Taoism reaches a certain level of strength, his essence, blood and spirit are strong, and he will develop a unique aura that belongs to him.

Even with a new face and disguise, the breath will not change.

In a location in the south of Ise City, Ye Fan felt hundreds of similar auras, gathered together, far stronger than ordinary people.

There is also an extremely powerful aura, towering higher than the mountain, deeper than the night, like a polar light, especially conspicuous, rushing into the sky, piercing through the sky, as if to support the entire world, even if it is a fierce gang. The wind can't hurt it.

Even though he was far away, Ye Fan could feel the horror in it, his whole body tense, as if facing a big enemy, he was extremely jealous.

If a weak warrior dared to spy on this breath, he would be backlashed immediately, with disastrous consequences.

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

The great priest of Ise Jingu!

Not long after, Ye Fan followed his breath and came to the door of Ise Shrine.

At the first moment, several guards spotted him, and said with gaze: "This is a great place in the shrine, you must not trespass! Whoever comes here, let me know!"

"Ye Beichen!"

Ye Fan said coldly, every word is as important as a million-dollar.

Hearing this name, the pupils of the guards shrank sharply and looked like hell. It never expected that Ye Beichen, who was arrested by the great priest, would suddenly appear at the gate of Ise Shrine.

Even if Ye Fan in front of him has a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but in their eyes, it is like a demon king descending into the world, with deep bone marrow fear invading every inch of skin and every pore.

Out of survival instinct, these guards subconsciously opened their mouths, wanting to ask for help.

However, before they even uttered a word, the Lei Jiejian shot out, turning into a purple electric mad dragon, tearing through the sky, cutting the throats of several people.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!!!"

Red blood flowers bloom around their necks, like ancient splash-ink paintings, revealing a weird beauty.

Then, several corpses fell to the ground, completely losing their vitality.

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

Ye Fan's face was as sinking as water, without any waves, and stepped into the Ise Shrine.

This shrine is the supreme sacred place dedicated to Amaterasu, and its guarding power is stronger than the imperial residence where the emperor lives.

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of dense footsteps.

Hundreds of warriors wearing armors and holding large swords rushed out of the shrine, staring at Ye Fan murderously, with blazing flames in their eyes, wishing to devour him alive.

If the look in his eyes could hurt people, Ye Fan would have been battered and completely incomplete.

Although these warriors are not yet in the realm of masters, they are all eight or nine rank warriors, with strong blood and muscles, like cast copper and iron, containing explosive power.

The swords they held in their hands were sharp, with flickering light, and cloud patterns appearing on the blades. It was obviously a superior weapon after thousands of tempers.

At this moment, a priest in hunting clothes stood up, reached out his hand to point at Ye Fan, and shouted: "You can't let this madman defile the Holy Land! Let's go together and let him pay the price of blood!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

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

All of the hundreds of warriors had their eyes red, brandishing swords, like a torrent of steel rushing towards Ye Fan.

The light of the sword in the sky turned into a large net that covered the sky and the sun, shrouded towards Ye Fan's location, and almost blocked all the locations he could avoid.

This scene is magnificent and has great visual impact, which shocks the soul.

Even the top great swordsman, facing such a charge, he dare not shake it hard, and can only temporarily avoid his edge.

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

As he said, Ye Fan's eyes drenched, holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and his figure was chic and ethereal, graceful and graceful like a dragon.

"She! She! She..."

Every time he took a sword, a samurai fell to the ground.

Lei Jiejian is like death's sickle, harvesting one life after another, seeing the blood seal his throat.

Under the shining moonlight, Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, like walking in a leisurely courtyard, constantly dancing with sharp swords, blood and flowers blooming, bones everywhere.

In a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood, Ye Fan's body was always dust-free and not stained with blood.

Obviously it was a cold slaughter. In his hands, it had been sublimated to the realm of art. Even in the face of hundreds of warriors, he was still at ease and everything was under control.

And a burst of lofty ambition rose in his heart, reciting Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing":

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming!"

"The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor!"

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

Ye Fan sang loudly and waved his sword, like a sword immortal, holding the sword to dominate the world and controlling the people, unspeakably freehand and chic.

The impassioned verse, every word seemed like a sharp sword, sonorous and powerful, throwing the ground with sound, exploding like thunder in the court.

At this moment, he is even more extraordinary than the knight in Li Bai's poems. It can be described as "one step at a time"!

The ghostly body skills, coupled with the magical swordsmanship, up to the poor blue sky, down to the yellow spring, no one can beat.

...

"Devil! This is the real devil!"

"Everyone, run away!"

"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 smashed by Ye Fan and fled.

They are not afraid of death, they are afraid of deep despair. Facing an invincible enemy, their psychological defenses will completely collapse.

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

"Papa! Papa! Papa!"

The drop of blood followed the Lei Jiejian and couldn't stop falling to the ground.

Ye Fan turned around, looking into the depths of the divine palace with his deep eyes penetrating, and shouted in full breath:

"Great priest, didn't you want to kill me? Now your disciples and grandchildren are all dead, why are you still hiding like a turtle?"

"Get out and die for me!!!"

Ye Fan's voice pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, shaking the sky and the earth, and there were clearly visible ripples in the air, spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, an old roar sounded like a roar of a wild beast:

"Bhaga! Boy, don't be crazy!"

Immediately afterwards, Shirakawa Ohno led nine elderly priests from a distance. Everyone held a variety of magical instruments in their hands, such as wat boards, rulers, bells...

These artifacts were obviously passed down from Huaxia.

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

The next moment, he stared at Ye Fan, his eye sockets were completely covered with bloodshot eyes, his forehead was erected, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Beichen! You dare to kill and blaspheme the spirits in Ise Shrine. Aren’t you afraid of being scourge?!"

"Scourge?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard that, shook his head, and said with disdain: "The **** you believe in is nothing more than a chicken and dog!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, without any waves, without any provocation, but it seemed to be expounding some justified facts.

But the more so, the more irritated the hearts of these priests.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"court death!"

The ten priests were full of anger and thunderous, wishing to slash Ye Fan a thousand swords to relieve the hatred in his heart.

At this time, Shirakawa Ohno's eyes were about to split, and he said every word: "Everyone, let's do it together, and use the magic weapon handed down by the great priest to kill this kid!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ten priests shot at the same time, offering their magical weapons, and their murderous aura went straight to the Xiaohan, and the mana was surging.

Ten completely different magical artifacts seemed to "live" at this moment, blooming with colorful brilliance, illuminating the whole world, and blasting Ye Fan from all directions.