Feeling the three powerful and fierce auras, Pei Wu's face changed and her whole body was tense, as if she was facing a great enemy.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, Yang Zhenkun specially invited three martial arts masters to ambush Ye Fan outside the Jing Bureau.

At first, it was just for the sake of security, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

There is a saying that is widely circulated in the martial arts world—

All the masters are ants!

Only by becoming a true master can one communicate the vitality of heaven and earth and stand tall among all living beings.

Ordinary people may not see a powerful master in their entire lives!

Three masters joined forces to kill one person, and this lineup is extremely luxurious.

After a few breaths, the three masters rushed into the air and appeared in front of Ye Fan.

The man on the left is tall and burly, with his muscles bulging, like copper and iron casting, containing explosive power, which is almost like cracking the warrior suit on his body.

He held a long sword tightly in his hand. The blade was wide and thick, and the whole body was red, giving people a feeling of being as heavy as thousands of times. He had to control it with amazing power to wield the sharp sword.

The man on the right is about 40 years old. He looks powerful, with tiger eyes, lion nose, and dragon eyebrows that reach his temples. He is extremely majestic, as if he can scare people to death with a glare.

He had two boxing gloves on his hand, which were unique in shape and smooth in curves. It was obviously from the hands of famous masters. There was also a sharp blade and blood groove on the outside. If it hits a person's body, it would make people lose their skin and lose their skin.

The man in the middle was covered in a black robe, making it impossible to judge his appearance, age, and gender...

However, an extremely cold aura emanated from his body, and a thin piece of ice condensed from the ground at his feet, and the temperature within a radius of more than ten meters seemed to drop to freezing point.

As soon as the three of them appeared, the air around them stagnated, and even made people feel an illusion, as if there were three giant pillars standing in front of them, which were simply insurmountable.

...

"call……"

Seeing this, Pei Wu did not dare to neglect at all. She took a deep breath and adjusted to the "battle state".

As a warrior of the Oriental Divine Sword, Pei Wu received the most rigorous fighting training and was proficient in various killing methods.

Although she is not a strong master, if she fights alone, she is confident that she will kill anyone in front of her at the cost of serious injury.

However, if she faces three powerful masters alone, she has no chance of winning.

At such a crisis, calling for reinforcements is not realistic.

At this time, the man holding a long sword on his left hand looked at Ye Fan and said in a silence: "Boy, it's you, you actually asked Master Kun to pay so much attention. Please ask the three of us to join forces to kill him? Humph... It just looks like this!"

"Tsk! It's just a little baby with no hair. Mr. Kun is simply using anti-aircraft guns to hit mosquitoes!" The man on the right said disdainfully.

"Hehehehe..."

Suddenly, the man in the black robe in the middle made a sharp smile, his voice as sharp as metal friction:

"Boy, you can kill Yang Ting, and you are also the best among the younger generation, with few rivals! It's a pity... you met us! Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan remained calm and said nothing, but instead took a step forward and continued to move forward.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, as if he was walking in the garden, and his understatement seemed to have not taken these three martial arts masters seriously.

Seeing this scene, the three of them were stunned at first, and then a fire of namelessness rose in their hearts, and they were so angry that they could not be further increased.

With the strength of the three, they will be regarded as guests of honor wherever they go. Even Yang Zhenkun, the overlord of the underground world of Huahai, is very respectful to them.

How have they ever been so despised?

The man in black robe took a step forward suddenly, and the wide black robe Wufeng automatically shouted angrily: "Boy, you dare to ignore us, you are simply seeking death!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura burst out from the black-robed man's body, and he was pressing towards Ye Fan overwhelmingly.

At the same time, the other two were not willing to be outdone, and their domineering aura came out of their bodies.

Three completely different powerful auras, superimposed together, are far more powerful than ordinary people imagine.

Within a radius of 100 meters, even the grass in the cracks of the rocks was pressed down, as if it was meeting the supreme king.

Even though it was still a certain distance, Pei Wu felt frightened, silent, and even had an illusion—

It seems like it has become a lonely boat in the storm, floating unsteadily and can be swallowed at any time!

However, Ye Fan was still like a ok person, not affected at all, and continued to take steps forward.

"Push!"

"Push!"

"Push!"

Although his footsteps were not loud, they seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet field.

“Huh?!”

Seeing this, the faces of those strong men changed slightly. Unexpectedly, their pressure did not affect Ye Fan at all.

The big man holding the knife on the left had a gloomy face, his eyes staring at Ye Fan, and he said sternly: "Boy, why are you not afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

Ye Fan asked back: "If three ants stood in front of you, would you be scared? Just just crush them!"

These words were straightforward and without any turmoil, as if they were explaining some natural truth.

But when the three people on the other side heard this, they became even more furious.

They never expected that Ye Fan would describe them as "ants". His pride and dignity over the years seemed to have been greatly insulted.

If Ye Fan is not killed, it will not be enough to vent his hatred.

The big man holding the knife shouted angrily: "Diet to the point of death, you still dare to speak stubbornly! Boy, do you know who we are?"

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan swept his cold eyes over the three of them, and then said lightly:

"I'm not interested in knowing the name of the dead!"

...

"boom!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it was like a nine-day thunder, and the ears of everyone in the venue exploded.

mad!

It's so crazy that it's nothing!

No one could imagine that Ye Fan would dare to speak wildly while surrounded by three martial arts masters.

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant!"

“Bold!”

The three of them scolded almost at the same time.

"Boy, since you are seeking death, then we will fulfill your wishes!"

The big man holding the knife said, stomping his right foot suddenly with his feet, sand and stones splashing, and the earth trembled.

He took advantage of this recoil force and soared into the sky, slashing towards Ye Fan with his force.

A knife is the courage of all soldiers!

Among the eighteen weapons, the sword ranks first, famous for its majestic, heroic and wielding like a tiger. As the saying goes, the murderous aura surges in Youshuo, the cold light cries ghosts and gods, the dance comes back to the purple sleeves, and the Xiao Sa fills Cang Min.

In use, chopping and slashing are often the main focus, which shows a kind of fierceness and determination. The emphasis is on using force to break skill, unlike weapons such as swords and guns that often change with skill to win.

From a certain perspective, a knife is not as good as a sword. It does not have the elegant, mysterious and romantic temperament of a sword, nor the honor of a sword.

The sword is sometimes a gorgeous decoration, sometimes a symbol of identity and status, or even a symbol of power and majesty.

But the knife is not!

A knife is a real killing weapon, with one-sided blade, advancing but not retreating, and living towards death.

It was like a pawn crossing the river. There was no way out behind him, so he could only move forward bravely, either assassinating the king, killing the gods, slaughtering the gods, or becoming a dead bone on the road to the king, no one cares about it.

...

"Thorn!"

The long knife cut through the sky and drew a vacuum tunnel in the air.

Such moves are extremely domineering, only attacking, no defense, and the killing is extremely decisive.

"Swish!"

The surrounding space was shaken and shattered, like the sound of metal friction sounding, which was creepy and terrifying.

In the distance, Pei Wu's face changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the swordsman's strength was so terrifying.

It was slashed out with one sword, and it was invincible, as if even a mountain in front would be shattered.

Even though she was separated by a certain distance, her exposed skin felt ache, as if it was being split by a sharp blade.

An ordinary martial arts master cannot understand such a powerful killer move.

Although Pei Wu knew that Ye Fan was very skilled, she was still extremely nervous at this moment and was worried about him.

However, under the sword light, Ye Fan had no intention of dodging and stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly:

"The light of rice grains dares to shine? Why do you need to use your hands to kill something like an ant? One glance is enough!"
Chapter completed!