Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

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The longsword was striking towards him, and Ye Fan's expression was especially solemn.

In the eyes of countless onlookers, Xiong Yibing suddenly appeared and launched an attack at Ye Fan, who was at the peak of his combat power, and it seemed likely that Ye Fan would be killed on the spot by Xiong Yibing.

Chen Longpeng let out a sinister smile, even he believed that Ye Fan couldn't resist the full might of Xiong Yibing.

"Die already, just die for me!"

Brother and sister, Su Tianhao and Su Yue, along with Huang Zicheng, all screamed hysterically, their hatred for Ye Fan was the deepest and at this moment they all wished for Ye Fan to spill his blood right there and then.

Two hundred meters! One hundred and fifty meters!

One hundred meters!

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In an instant, Xiong Yibing, wielding the battle sword, was less than a hundred meters away from Ye Fan's position.

"Now is the time! Hundred! Paces! Flying! Sword!!!"

Just as Xiong Yibing, with murderous intent, closed in to a hundred meters from Ye Fan, Ye Fan shouted coldly, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering change, as if possessed by the War God, Ye Fan controlled the three-foot wooden sword. Under Ye Fan's control, the three-foot wooden sword seemed to gain a life of its own and shot out instantaneously.

Boom!!!

Fast, incredibly fast!

As the wooden sword shot out, a surge went through Yanming Lake, and the wooden sword was sharp and ferocious, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart.

"This is bad! How could he unleash such strong sword intent?"

Seeing the wooden sword coming furiously, Xiong Yibing, who was about to kill Ye Fan with one strike, suddenly had a drastic change in his face, feeling a strong sense of crisis for the first time in his life before the three-foot wooden sword.

Whoosh—

However, when the wooden sword was less than thirty meters away from Xiong Yibing, the momentum and speed of the sword intensified again, violently charging towards Xiong Yibing.

"Too late!"

A strong desire to survive burst forth from Xiong Yibing, not caring anymore about killing Ye Fan, he gritted his teeth and used the battle sword to protect his chest under duress.

Boom!!!

In front of countless witnesses, Ye Fan's three-foot wooden sword, carrying the thunderous power of combat, hit Xiong Yibing's life-bound battle sword fiercely.

As the wooden sword struck the battle sword, a vast force sent Xiong Yibing reeling backward.

Screech! Screech!

Screech screech screech!

In a flash, Xiong Yibing's body staggered back, while the divine might of the three-foot wooden sword continued to shine, his face turned pale in an instant.

"Damn! Damn it! He actually forced that guy back?"

Seeing Xiong Yibing forced back by Ye Fan's sword, the numerous onlookers at Yanming Lake were all stunned.

Clang!

Suddenly, Xiong Yibing's battle sword cracked and let out a metallic wail. The battle sword broke into two pieces, and the wooden sword, taking advantage of the gap, went straight for Xiong Yibing's chest.

Thud—

The moment the wooden sword pierced Xiong Yibing's chest, an upsurge of blood welled within him, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, his upper garment torn apart by the strong sword intent.@@novelbin@@

Xiong Yibing's clothes were torn apart by the sword intent, revealing the golden silk soft armor inside.

The golden silk soft armor had extremely strong defense; it forcefully protected Xiong Yibing's chest, preventing him from being slain by Ye Fan's one sword.

"Defeated? He was defeated by Ye Fan in one move?"

"My God! We all underestimated Ye Fan. If he had used that sword against Chen Longpeng just now, even Chen Longpeng, strong as he is, wouldn't have been able to withstand it!"

"Yeah, yeah! Who would have thought that Ye Fan still had a trump card, truly terrifyingly strong!"

Most of the people watching the fight at Yanming Lake had thought that Ye Fan, not at his peak, wouldn't be able to fend off Xiong Yibing. They hadn't expected that with just one sword strike, Xiong Yibing would nearly be killed by Ye Fan.

"What?" Seeing Xiong Yibing repelled by Ye Fan, Chen Longpeng couldn't help but change his expression.

As a Martial Arts King, Chen Longpeng could clearly feel the immense destructive power contained in Ye Fan's sword just now.

Even he, caught off guard and struck by Ye Fan's sword, would likely face a fate of death and destruction.

Thud thud!

After stabilizing himself, Xiong Yibing spat out two more mouthfuls of bright red blood.

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"Young Master, you really took me by surprise!"

Stabilizing his body, Xiong Yibing's complexion was as white as paper, as he stared at Ye Fan with a grim expression, "If it weren't for the protection of the Golden Silk Soft Armor, I'm afraid that last sword would have already killed me!"

At this moment, Xiong Yibing's heart was battered by waves of shock.

Just moments ago, Ye Fan seemed to be at the end of his strength in his eyes, yet who could have thought that with just one sword strike, Ye Fan nearly killed him.

Xiong Yibing was well aware that his Battle Sword was extremely durable, yet it was cleaved into two by Ye Fan's single strike, which was enough to prove that Ye Fan's combat power was unmatched.

"As the lapdog of the Imperial Capital Ye Family, today, I will surely cut you down!"

Thinking of the deeds of his half-brother Ye Xunhuan from the past, Ye Fan did not hesitate to lunge towards Xiong Yibing.

"Kill!!!"

Seeing Ye Fan coming straight for him, Xiong Yibing clenched his fists, and he lunged fiercely towards Ye Fan.

However, having been struck by Ye Fan's sword, Xiong Yibing's fighting power was greatly weakened. In a disadvantaged position, how could Xiong Yibing be a match for Ye Fan?

Boom!

Ye Fan's right hand formed a fist, Xiong Yibing was fast, but Ye Fan was faster. Before Xiong Yibing could land a punch, Ye Fan had already delivered a heavy blow to Xiong Yibing's chest.

"Cut!"

With Xiong Yibing repelled, Ye Fan picked up the Three-foot Wooden Sword that had fallen to the ground, and the moment he picked up the sword, Ye Fan once again executed the Hundred Paces Flying Sword technique.

"Not good! I'm going to die!"

Seeing Ye Fan use the sword technique again, Xiong Yibing's face changed drastically.

The previous sword strike by Ye Fan had almost cost him half his life, and if he were to be struck by another one of Ye Fan's sword strikes, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Unfortunately, the distance between the two was too short, and Xiong Yibing had no escape.

Boom!!!

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, the Three-foot Wooden Sword, carrying the Thunderous Power, struck Xiong Yibing's chest once again.

Crack! Crack, crack!

In an instant, sounds of cracking were heard, and under the assault of Ye Fan's second sword, Xiong Yibing's Golden Silk Soft Armor turned into fragments, continuously falling to the ground.

Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt!

Immediately after, a violent force invaded Xiong Yibing's body, causing him to spew out mouthfuls of blood one after another.

Staring at the pale-faced Xiong Yibing, Ye Fan said coldly with a sneer, "A decade ago, you were a Martial King, and a decade later, you are still a Martial King! Over the years, I've been constantly progressing, but your realm has remained stagnant. With your current level of skill, I could crush you with a flick of my finger!"

"Hundred Paces Flying Sword?"

Xiong Yibing had never seen such a ferocious sword technique before. He tasted the words for a moment, then suddenly, something dawned on him, and Xiong Yibing screamed out loud, "No, that's not right! Hundred Paces Flying Sword? Are you... are you a person from Medicine God Pavilion?"

As a Martial King, Xiong Yibing had access to information about the colossal entity known as Medicine God Pavilion.

Although he had never dealt with the world's oldest sect, Medicine God Pavilion, Xiong Yibing had long heard of its great reputation.

Moreover, Xiong Yibing had heard that once disciples of Medicine God Pavilion entered the advanced realm of Man-Sword Unity, they could wield the powerful sword technique of Hundred Paces Flying Sword.

The so-called Hundred Paces Flying Sword was about mustering the user's entire Inner Strength to momentarily concentrate on the longsword, then striking out with ferocious sword intent to inflict lethal damage to the opponent.

Just now, when Ye Fan struck with his sword, Xiong Yibing had not even recovered his senses.

When Ye Fan's second sword shattered his Golden Silk Soft Armor, Xiong Yibing finally understood.

"Medicine God Pavilion? No way, this young fellow is actually from Medicine God Pavilion?"

Realizing Ye Fan's origin, even Chen Longpeng, the number one expert in East Sea, could not help but be surprised.

On normal occasions, Chen Longpeng would not even consider ordinary people worthy of his attention, but he was extremely wary of Medicine God Pavilion.

Rumors had it that everyone who came out of Medicine God Pavilion possessed extraordinary talents, and even as a Martial King, he wouldn't be significant in the eyes of Medicine God Pavilion.

Even the elders who swept the floors at Medicine God Pavilion were at least at the realm of Martial King.

"As expected of Ye Xunhuan's lapdog, you managed to see that much!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"Are you... are you really a person from Medicine God Pavilion?"

Xiong Yibing's face was filled with disbelief; he could never have imagined that Ye Fan, the small Young Master who had been expelled from the Imperial Capital Ye Family a decade ago, had actually joined the world's oldest sect, Medicine God Pavilion, and learned a lifetime of martial arts.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Xiong Yibing no longer cared about his face. He called out to Chen Longpeng at once, "I'll hold him off for you, quick, use the final move of Thirteen Life-Claiming Spears!"