Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

The atmosphere in the square was extremely tense. With the verbal confrontation between the proposer and the casual cultivators, the prelude to a melee gradually opened. The first to take action was a genius disciple from a large sect. He flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the opponent. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and slashed down mercilessly. As the sword was swung, the spiritual energy around was stirred, and a sense of killing was mixed in the air.

"Since you are unwilling to withdraw, let me see how strong you are to compete for a place in this spirit pool!" His voice was cold and full of disdain, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Faced with the sudden attack, a casual cultivator reacted quickly and immediately stepped back, nimbly dodging the sharp sword energy, and then punched back with the superb skills and courageous momentum he had cultivated over many years in the wilderness.

"You geniuses from the big sects, are so great? Do you think you can deprive us of our opportunity?" The casual cultivator shouted angrily, spiritual energy surging through his body, and his fists were as ferocious as a tiger descending from the mountains.

The two spiritual powers collided in the air, and a strong shock wave spread out in an instant, shocking the surrounding monks to retreat one after another, instantly expanding the scope of the battle. A cloud of dust rose in the air, and as the spiritual energy surged, cracks appeared on the ground around them.

"You are overestimating yourself!" Another talented disciple snorted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he appeared in front of an opponent at an extremely fast speed. He shook the talisman in his hand, and several flaming spiritual powers shot out, turning into a blazing storm, heading straight for the opponent.

"Humph! We won't just sit there and wait for death!" A determined light flashed in the eyes of the casual cultivators. Although their cultivation was slightly inferior, they had long been accustomed to all kinds of dangerous situations in their long training careers, and they also had a strong will to survive in their hearts. I saw several casual cultivators cooperating with each other, performing their own magic skills to meet the attacks of these disciples of the big sects.

Fire and frost intertwined, lightning and hurricanes mixed, and the fierce collision sounded like thunder in the square. For a moment, various spiritual powers intertwined in the air to create a brilliant light. People gathered in the square, and the aftermath of the eruption of spiritual energy continued to spread, and the whole scene was in chaos. Those spectators who wanted to sit back and watch were also affected and hurriedly retreated. Some monks with low cultivation were even thrown to the ground, their faces full of shock and fear.

"Calm down!" Someone tried to dissuade them, but no one paid any attention. The emotions of both parties had been provoked and they were like enemies. Every attack was carried with fierce murderous intent.

"Hahaha, you want to take the spiritual energy from the spiritual pool? Let's see if you have the ability to do it!" Another disciple from a large sect laughed loudly, and pushed out a palm with his hand. A powerful spiritual pressure instantly rushed towards several casual cultivators, forcing them to retreat. On the other side, a casual cultivator roared, formed seals with his hands, condensed an earth-type spiritual shield in front of him, and then fought back with all his strength. Although it seemed a bit difficult, he was not willing to be outdone.

As the battle became more intense, several talented disciples from the major sects gradually gained the upper hand. After all, they were superior in resources and skills, and their strength was obviously much higher. A disciple in a green robe had a disdainful smile on his face and looked at the casual cultivators with cold eyes, as if everything was under control.

"Don't you see who you are? How can you, the casual cultivators, get this kind of opportunity?" The green-robed disciple sneered, and a stream of spiritual energy flashed in his hand, heading straight for a casual cultivator, his target was clear and his murderous intent was evident.

"Bah! You self-righteous disciples of the big sects may not be invincible!" An elderly casual cultivator gritted his teeth and fiercely slapped the green-robed disciple. Although his spiritual energy was slightly weaker, his aura was no less powerful. His eyes showed incomparable determination, as if the other party's contempt had aroused the fighting spirit deep in his heart.

"You are so stubborn!" The green-robed disciple snorted coldly. The spiritual energy in his hand suddenly increased and hit the older cultivator. The spiritual energy of both sides collided violently and a cloud of dust rose all around.

The battle in the field became more and more intense, with swords flashing, flames flying, and fluctuations of spiritual power causing strong winds in the air. Many monks watching the battle were secretly amazed at the fierceness of the battle, and some even felt fear and secretly regretted getting involved.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a casual cultivator was forced to the edge of the square. He was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword before he could react. Blood spurted out and he fell heavily to the ground with a pale face. However, he still gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, staring at the disciples of the big sects, as if he was ready to die.

"Hmph, get out of here!" A disciple from a large sect kicked the injured cultivator out without any mercy.

"Despicable! You are just bullying others by taking advantage of your power!" The casual cultivators on the side were furious. They worked together to cast spells and forcefully attacked the opponent, trying to buy a moment of respite for their suppressed companions. However, they underestimated the strength of these talented disciples. Several attacks failed to work, and instead put themselves in danger.

At this moment, Ye Fan stood aside silently, looking at the chaos in front of him with cold eyes. Long before the fight began, he had already noticed the arrogance and selfishness of these disciples from the big sects, and now seeing that they were using all means to suppress those independent cultivators who were eager for opportunities, the anger in his heart gradually burned.

"Enough!" Ye Fan shouted coldly, his spiritual energy surging, and he suddenly rushed into the center of the battlefield. His eyes were like lightning, and he said in a deep voice: "This spiritual pool is fought for by strength, but it is not a place for you to bully the weak at will. If you really want to fight, come and fight fair and square!"

His voice resounded in everyone's ears like thunder, and his imposing manner made everyone stop what they were doing and look at Ye Fan in surprise. The disciples of the major sects were also slightly stunned, and then sneered.

"Haha, Ye Fan, who do you think you are? How dare you give orders here? If you want to challenge us, we don't mind dealing with you first!"

Ye Fan's eyes were sharp, and he was filled with cold murderous intent. He walked towards the disciples who were mocking him. The spiritual energy around him quickly condensed, and his aura was as steady as a rock. Every step he took seemed to drive the spiritual energy in the air to surge, which surprised the other party slightly.

"Don't you want to see my strength?" Ye Fan smiled coldly, raised his hand and waved it. A stream of light shot out from his palm, and then transformed into a mighty and ferocious figure. A huge fire tiger appeared on the battlefield, burning with blazing flames all over its body, and the temperature around it suddenly rose. The fire tiger roared, and suddenly exuded a terrifying pressure, shocking the monks to retreat one after another.

"This...is this a Fire Chihu?" A disciple from a large sect showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. The Fire Chihu is a rare and powerful spiritual beast. It was really beyond their expectation that Ye Fan could tame such a ferocious spiritual beast for his own use.

"That's not all." Ye Fan raised his lips slightly, and with his hands, a golden wind eagle and a ferocious rock armor beast appeared. They were full of spiritual energy and were obviously carefully cultivated spiritual beasts. As soon as the two spiritual beasts appeared, they formed a triangle with the fire tiger, surrounding each other tightly, full of oppression.

"You are just a casual cultivator, but you are lucky to have these spirit beasts. But your skills are not good enough!" A disciple from a large sect snorted coldly, and waved his hand to send out several spirit blades, heading straight for Ye Fan. However, the fire tiger suddenly roared loudly, and flames surged around it, dissolving all the spirit blades without causing any damage to it.

At the same time, the wind eagle flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind that swept towards the disciples. The sharp wind blades raged in the air, forcing them to retreat. One disciple was about to fight, but was knocked away by the wind eagle at lightning speed, falling to the ground with a look of horror on his face.

"This guy's spirit beast is so powerful..." The other party was shocked and felt the situation was tricky.

Ye Fan showed no mercy. With a thought, the Rock Armor Beast suddenly rushed towards another disciple. Its claws as hard as steel flashed a cold light in the air. The opponent was caught off guard and could only dodge awkwardly, but was still shocked by the Rock Armor Beast's spiritual power shock wave and staggered back, his face pale.

"Don't you call yourselves geniuses? Then show your true abilities, don't hide!" Ye Fan shouted coldly, and appeared in front of a disciple in a flash, raising his palm and blasting out. His spiritual energy surged, as sharp as the wind, and the opponent had no way to dodge. He was hit in the chest by a palm, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out backwards.

Seeing Ye Fan suppressing them with his spirit beast and his own strength, several disciples from the major sects turned pale. They originally thought that Ye Fan was just relying on the spirit beast to take advantage, but now they realized that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.

"Let's join forces! We can't let him continue to be so arrogant!" One person shouted angrily, and several disciples made hand gestures at the same time. Several talismans flew out, instantly stirring up flames and lightning all over the sky, forming a deadly attack area, and heading straight for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked calm, silently reciting the formula, and the Fire Chihu immediately blocked in front of him, opening its mouth and spewing out a stream of flames to offset their attacks. At the same time, he lightly dodged other attacks, swung his hand back, and slashed out the sword in his hand fiercely, instantly repelling one person.

"Too weak," he said coldly, his tone full of disdain. Then, Ye Fan commanded the Wind Eagle to swoop down again, grabbing one of the disciples with one claw. Although the opponent tried his best to resist, he was still in danger under the sharp claws of the Wind Eagle, and his clothes were torn, looking miserable.

"Ye Fan, stop being so arrogant!" Someone roared, his face full of resentment, but he was powerless to fight back.

"If you only have this much strength, don't even think about occupying the Spirit Pond." Ye Fan glanced coldly at the whole place. The Fire Tiger and Wind Eagle glared at him, and the pressure was so strong that the self-righteous disciples of the big sects couldn't help but feel scared. There was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked at Ye Fan.