The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 411 Continuous Kills _1

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Continuous Kills _1

Swish!

The Silver Sword Scholar charged at the front, his longsword radiating a cold gleam, slashing towards Ning Fan’s neck.

But the next second, the blood-drenched Ning Fan suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth, sneered coldly, "Couldn’t help but come seeking death, eh?"

What?

The Silver Sword Scholar was startled.

The next second, before he could react, Ning Fan suddenly reached out with his left hand, letting the longsword of the Silver Sword Scholar pierce his palm.

Clang!

The longsword could only penetrate half an inch into the flesh before it broke with a clang.

Simultaneously, Ning Fan’s right palm struck the Silver Sword Scholar’s right chest.

Bang!

Amidst the muffled sound, a transparent hole appeared instantly in the Silver Sword Scholar’s right chest!

His body was still in place, but his heart had already flown out dozens of meters away!

"Heh..."

The Silver Sword Scholar looked down in horror at the hole in his right chest, his mouth twitching as if trying to say something, but before the words came out, his vision darkened, and he fell backward to the ground, dead.

"You little brat, die!"

As the Silver Sword Scholar fell, Xia Jiuren, who was behind him, raised the Nine Rings Great Saber high and brought it down on Ning Fan’s head.

Ning Fan clapped his hands in the air, trapping the Nine Rings Great Saber, and kicked out, hitting Xia Jiuren squarely in the chest.

Thump!

With a dull sound, Xia Jiuren’s body instantly maintained the position of holding the saber and chopping, and slid backward for dozens of meters.

Then, with a ’boom,’ he exploded into a mass of blood and broken bones, dead beyond dead.

It was Ning Fan, who kicked him and at the same time infused Spiritual Power, blasting his body apart.

"Damn it! Face my Kongtong Seven-Injuries Fist!"

Lu Chenzi let out a roar and struck out seven lightning-fast punches. The forces of the seven punches layered and, seizing the opportunity, bombarded Ning Fan’s body.

Bang, bang, bang...

The seven punches hit Ning Fan’s left shoulder, instantly tearing flesh and spurting blood.

"You’ve hit me with seven punches, now take one of mine."

Ning Fan sneered coldly, his fist striking Lu Chenzi squarely in the face.

Boom!

Lu Chenzi’s head instantly burst open like an overripe watermelon, leaving no part intact!

"Damn it!"

"Behold the Talisman Method!"

"Mount Tai Suppression!"

Among the four, the last remaining, Zhang Tian, seeing Ning Fan swiftly slaying three people, was terrified but still bit his tongue, spat a mouthful of blood on a Talisman Paper, and raised it over Ning Fan’s head.

"Mount Tai Talisman!"

Zhang Tian roared lowly.

Boom!

The originally feather-light Talisman Paper suddenly manifested a massive phantasmal image resembling a mountain around it.

Then, the Talisman Paper, together with the phantom image of the mountain, crashed down, pressing over Ning Fan’s head like a real mountain.

Crack, crack, crack...

A grating sound followed.

Ning Fan’s feet sank three inches deep into the ground!

This Mount Tai Suppression was said to make the Talisman heavier than a mountain, literally crushing people to death!

"Haha! Kid, with my Mount Tai Talisman suppressing you, you’re as good as dead! I’ll squish you into a pulp alive!" Zhang Tian laughed viciously, as if he’d already seen Ning Fan flattened.

Creak, creak, creak...

Another series of noises followed, with Ning Fan’s feet continuing to sink into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Fan’s feet were already a foot deep into the ground!

But that was all.

Thinking he had Ning Fan suppressed, Zhang Tian took out a few more Talismans, ready to use other Talisman Methods to kill Ning Fan.

"Is this the weight you call Mount Tai?"

Ning Fan’s voice suddenly sounded coldly.

Then, Ning Fan slowly lifted the mountain-shaped phantom over his head, let out a roar, and with his hands powered by Spiritual Power, he tore it apart to the sides.

Rip!

The Mount Tai Talisman was instantly torn in half by Ning Fan!

The mountain-shaped phantom disappeared simultaneously, and the massive pressure vanished without a trace.

"Talisman Method is not something only you know."

Ning Fan made a movement with his hand, and a stack of Talisman Papers already appeared in his palm from the Space Ring as if he had taken them out from there.

"Let’s try this fire Talisman."

Ning Fan’s other hand stretched out two fingers, pinched a Talisman Paper, which immediately caught fire, turning into a fireball.

Afterward, Ning Fan flicked his fingers.

The fireball shot towards Zhang Tian like lightning.

Ning Fan had long learned to make Amulets, had witnessed the fire Talismans from Cui Laosi, and later, in Shen City, had seen Pei Wanjian’s techniques...

So, he was not unfamiliar with Talismans and methods.

He hadn’t used them earlier; he simply didn’t want to waste Spiritual Power.

But now.

Ning Fan sneered, grabbed several Talisman Papers, and with a flick in the wind, they turned into several fireballs, which he then waved towards Zhang Tian.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A string of fireballs flew towards Zhang Tian, one after the other.

"Damn, you know fire Talisman techniques too! But using fire Talisman techniques in front of me is like playing the lute to a cow!"

Zhang Tian roared loudly, also releasing seven or eight fire Talismans to block the ones Ning Fan had launched.

However, as the fire Talismans collided mid-air, Ning Fan’s fire Talismans weakened only slightly, while Zhang Tian’s fire Talismans burst into countless sparks and dispersed.

"What?"

"How can this be?"

"What kind of Talisman Paper is that?"

Zhang Tian yelled in terror, aware that some Talisman Papers made from precious materials could vastly enhance the power of Talisman Methods when used, far beyond ordinary Talisman Papers.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

In answer to Zhang Tian, a series of fireballs bombarded him.

Boom, boom, boom...

After a series of violent explosions, the smoke cleared, and Zhang Tian was left as nothing but a charred corpse, utterly dead.

"These are just ordinary Talisman Papers."

Ning Fan responded to his corpse from afar.

Zhang Tian never knew, up to his death, that although Ning Fan’s Talisman Papers were ordinary, the power driving them was not; it was Spiritual Power!

"Now, does anyone else wish to seek death?"

Ning Fan slowly extracted his feet from the depression, standing upright on the ground again, his gaze sweeping across the dozens of Martial Artists remaining and Elder Shi in the distance.

Looking into Ning Fan’s eyes, a shudder went through everyone’s hearts.