My Line Connect To The Demon World

Ye Fan unleashed a powerful combat intent.    

This was the first time he had practiced the Heaven-Shaking Staff and Dou Yun, and he needed to get used to it.    

He needed to increase his combat strength to the maximum.    

He might even have to face the Arhat of the Descending Dragon later.    

He couldn't let his guard down in the slightest.    

The two of them soon started fighting.    

However, the spectators didn't have much hope.    

"Sigh, it doesn't itch when there are too many lice. I don't have any hope at all."    

"Me too! I thought they were life-saving straw, but in the end, they were all killed in an instant. I guess Ye Fan is more or less the same."    

"I hope we don't lose too badly."    

...    

Everyone was trying to boost their morale by destroying their own prestige.    

Ouyang Yi immediately glared at him.    

Only then did they shut their mouths.    

Their hearts were filled with worry.    

"Ye Fan, you must be careful! If you can't do it, you must not take it head on."    

"Little Yan, Wuya, and the two elders, we will wait for an opportunity to strike. If there is an opportunity, we will immediately assist Ye Fan."    

"Alright!"    

The few of them focused their attention on the battle between the two of them.    

"Eat my stick."    

Ye Fan took out a long staff from somewhere and smashed it down with the momentum of breaking the sky.    

That staff seemed to have changed the heaven and earth. Its power shook the sky, causing everyone to be terrified.    

"So strong?"    

"As expected of Ye Fan, he won't disappoint us."    

"Haha, young man is a young man. His strength is not something we can compare with. Not bad, not bad."    

The few experts could naturally see through the technique. Their eyes immediately lit up, and they felt the hope of victory.    

"What is this thing?"    

Eight-faced Monkey was startled.    

Why did this strike make him feel a strong suppressive force?    

Unconsciously, his heart sank into fear.    

Why?    

Of course, this was Sun Wukong's staff technique.    

Although he was not the ancestor of monkeys, his powerful bloodline was the king of monkeys.    

How could his staff technique not be suppressed?    

Ye Fan knew that Eight-faced Monkey was not easy to deal with, so he naturally would not hold back. His attack was a move that could kill.    

In a split second.    

The long staff gradually enlarged, covering the sky and covering the sun. There was not a single gap to dodge in the huge courtyard.    

At the same time, a dragon's roar sounded out beside his ears, and it came crashing down.    

"No, I can't be scared by him! Break for me!"    

Eight-faced Monkey also took out his weapon.    

It was a black steel knife.    

Evil light shone from all directions, revealing a terrifying aura.    

"Demonic Blade Slash!"    

"Boom!"    

They exchanged blows.    

The impact sent debris flying, and the house collapsed. Thick smoke rose from the surroundings.    

The two of them dispersed at once.    

Ye Fan jumped to the side as if nothing had happened.    

Eight-faced Monkey, on the other hand, could only stand in the thick smoke, allowing people to vaguely see some images.    

Silence.    

Very quiet.    

Absolute silence.    

The strength displayed by the two of them had far exceeded the expectations of everyone present.    

The spectators also revealed an expression of so that's how it is.    

"No wonder the teachers and Hallmaster Kong are no match for them! Both of them are abnormal."    

"A fight of this level seems to only happen in anime and movies. It's really too strong."    

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, Ye Fan!"    

No one knew who started it.    

Everyone cheered as if they had won.    

Only Ye Fan knew that although this strike seemed to have put him in a difficult position, it did not cause any substantial damage.    

"The opponent's strength is about the same as mine."    

"Looks like I can only fight him head on." He thought to himself.    

The exchange of blows ended.    

Eight-faced Monkey's impression of Ye Fan had also changed.    

Initially, he thought that Ye Fan was a weakling, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to be so capable.    

"Not bad, you can make me use my full strength."    

"What nonsense are you saying? Hurry up and fight."    

Ye Fan said impatiently.    

"Hehe, why are you in such a hurry to die? Then I'll fulfill your wish. "    

Eight-faced Monkey gathered his spiritual energy and used the Eight-sided Attack that he was so proud of. In an instant, he formed another seven clones.    

He wanted to use the human wave tactic to kill Ye Fan.    

But it was still alright to mix with other martial artists.    

Ye Fan was really child's play to him.    

Most of his clones were stuck at the afterimage stage. As long as his speed was fast, everyone would be able to reach it.    

As for the remaining few, Ye Fan could also see through them through his Fiery Golden Eyes.    

It was not difficult to deal with them.    

"Look at my Devil Breaking Blade!"    

Eight-faced Monkey chose to attack first this time, and his eight clones arrived in front of Ye Fan with lightning speed.    

The shadows that filled the sky made it impossible to tell who was who.    

Ye Fan smiled coldly.    

"There are quite a lot of shadows. I know one too. I don't know who is stronger."    

"Lightning Shadow Step, Cloud Struggling!"    

"Swish!"    

Ye Fan used his ultimate move.    

His whole body was moving around in a small area.    

Thousands of afterimages appeared, instantly confusing Eight-faced Monkey's eyes.    

"F * ck! What the hell is this?"    

"Even clones are so worthless? Everyone knows how to do it?"    

"Their speed is so fast that it makes us sigh in admiration."    

...    

"Not good! I can't tell if it's real or fake."    

Eight-faced Monkey's heart skipped a beat.    

But he wasn't too worried.    

He couldn't tell who Ye Fan was, and he believed that Ye Fan couldn't tell who he was either.    

It was still quite difficult to hit the main body with an eight-tenths chance.    

But he was wrong.    

The next second.    

Ye Fan's eyes shone with a golden light.    

"Fiery Golden Eyes, activate!"    

"Found it!"    

He discovered that Ye Fan didn't attack him directly.    

Instead, he found a fake body to attack, so that he could relax his mind and defeat the enemy with weakness.    

"Haha, as expected, I made the wrong choice!"    

"Hmph, such a fast movement, let's see how long you can last. When the time comes, victory and defeat will naturally be determined."    

However, at this critical moment.    

Ye Fan's long staff suddenly turned around and smashed towards Eight-faced Monkey's head.    

"Not good!"    

"He found me."    

Eight-faced Monkey wanted to dodge.    

But how could he still have the energy?    

Immediately after, a ferocious expression appeared on his face.    

"Since you won't let me live, then I won't let you live either!"    

The black long blade slashed once again.    

"Not good, Eight-faced Monkey wants to fight Ye Fan head on, exchanging injuries for injuries." Everyone cried out in shock.    

President Wang furrowed his brows.    

"Is he an idiot? To think that he would make such a choice under such circumstances. Obviously, he is at a disadvantage."    

"Ye Fan, hurry up and hide, you can't be in a hurry."    

However, Ye Fan had no intention of hiding at all.    

He had hit Eight-faced Monkey in the head, and with a single strike, Eight-faced Monkey's head would definitely shatter like a watermelon, and he would die without a doubt.    

Eight-faced Monkey had chopped off his arm. Comparing left and right, it was more appropriate for him to change his injury.    

He guessed that Eight-faced Monkey wanted to break away from his body before he died and possess his body again.    

However, Ye Fan had already cut off his path of retreat. How could he give up the chance of victory?    

"Go to hell!"    

"Haha, it's not certain who will die! I want one of your arms first!"    

"Boom!"    

The majestic spirit energy game was in a mess, emitting a strong shock.    

The weaker ones were all swept away, crashing into a pillar not far away in a sorry state.    

"Pa!"    

A crisp sound rang in everyone's ears.    

They saw Ma Hee's head bloom like a flower. Blood filled the sky, and it shattered like a dumpling stuffing.    

But his steel knife also stopped on Ye Fan's arm.    

But at this moment.    

An obscure light flashed.    

A layer of protective film appeared around Ye Fan's body, helping him take all the damage.    

"Hu!"    

He exhaled a mouthful of foul air.    

"Fortunately, I have the Returning Dragon Jade to protect me. Otherwise, I would really have lost an arm."    

However, I suffered a serious injury.    

The Returning Dragon Jade lost its luster once again. No one knew when it would be able to open again next time.    

"Are you alright? Damn it, you're lucky this time!"    

Eight-faced Monkey quickly escaped from Ma Hee's body, and the phantom image appeared in the sky once again.    

"Ye Fan, we'll meet again in the mountains and rivers. We'll meet again if fate allows us to!"    

"Next time, we will not be facing each other!"    

"I have seen the strength of the Descending Dragon. It is not something that I can compare with. I hope you can still win!"    

He thought that he was confident in his victory and could escape at will.    

And at this moment.    

Ye Fan shouted.    

"Meng Lu, hurry up and attack!"    

"Got it!"    

Meng Lu smiled and floated towards the sky.    

The mourning staff in her hand turned into a shackle, covering the sky and covering the earth.    

Not to mention his soul, even a fly would not be able to fly out.    

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly attack me?"    

"A mourning staff specialized in capturing souls? Impermanence? I'm from the Demon Realm, how dare you attack me? Aren't you afraid of starting a war between the two worlds?"    

" This... "    

Meng Lu had a small official position and indeed did not have the right to capture demons.    

Because she was only in charge of Mortal Realm, demons had their own unique responsibility.    

She hesitated and looked at Ye Fan.    

The latter had a look of disdain on his face.    

"Bullsh * t! Don't put gold on your face. Not to mention capturing you, even if I kill you, no one in Demon Realm will know about it."    

"It's fine. Listen to me, capture him!"