ese things look simple, but from materials to craftsmanship and design, they all have extremely high requirements.His storage ring did contain some goods, but only a small amount. It wouldn't be enoug...Seeing this, the crowd fell silent in astonishment.

"Is it over Has the most outstanding disciple of Tianluo Prefecture fallen like this"

"It's a shame! What a terrible shame! Such a talented person was killed like this…"

"I thought he'd be more impressive, but that's all he's got..."

Some people around were happy, some were regretful, some were gloating, and some were beating their chests in despair.

Then they immediately realized something was wrong. The sword strike didn't produce any blood, and at the same time, Ye Bufan's figure vanished in the wind, revealing it to be a mere phantom.

The most shocking thing was Feng Wuhen. He originally thought his sword strike was a sure kill, but the result was that he had completely missed. There wasn't even a feeling of penetrating flesh.

"How did the opponent dodge such a fast sword strike"

He was very clear about how fast the Wind God Technique was, being nearly invincible in the Void Core Stage. Yet, he was somehow dodged by the opponent.

Just as everyone was astonished, Ye Bufan's figure appeared seven or eight meters away.

Although the Wind God's Art is powerful, it's nothing compared to his current cultivation level. His formidable divine sense has already locked onto the opponent's every move.

Although Windless Trace this sword was astonishingly fast, it could never be faster than teleportation.

This was still him suppressing his cultivation. He only teleported to seven or eight meters away, making others think it was just an extremely fast martial art.

The wind, regaining its composure, vanished again with a sword strike. It was still the Wind God's Technique, but this time even faster than before.

But to his surprise, no matter how fast he went, he was always just a little bit short, unable to even scratch the other person.

"Damn it!"

He had struck dozens of blows in succession, yet not a single hair on his opponent had been harmed. Feng Wuhen's face was contorted with anger.

"This time, I'll see how far you can run! Gravity spell!"

As he spoke, he pinched a spell with his left hand and cast it out, shrouding the entire stage in an instant of hazy white light.

Ye Bufan suddenly felt that the air around him had become much heavier, as if a thousand-jin burden had been placed on his body, and his movements immediately slowed down.

If someone else were subjected to this gravity, they would probably find it incredibly difficult to even stand, let alone move quickly.

But Ye Bufan was not destined to be an ordinary person. His cultivation and physical body were far superior to his opponent.

To put it mildly, they are not even on the same level. Now he's completely crushing him.

"Die!"

The wind, without a trace, appeared with a terrifying visage. Once again, it unleashed the Wind God Art, piercing Ye Bufan's chest with a single strike.

Then he was filled with astonishment once more, his sword passing through the air without any resistance.ll like rain, beating him until he was crying for his father and mother, rolling around on the ground in pain.Li Yuanwai was completely dumbfounded, his heart filled with grievance and confusion. The...