Of course, Hong Bo wanted to kill Lynch as soon as possible, but for some reason, the longer the time dragged on, his confidence was shaken, and just a few short words made him uneasy.

There were bursts of boos, thinking that Hong Bo was scared, it was a big deal to change someone, as long as Lynch was killed, the rewards of the four families would still be valid.

"Lynch, suffer death!"

Even if it is an eighth-rank martial saint who has just broken through, it is also an eight-rank, one level higher than the seventh-rank, a first-order and a heavy heaven, I don't know how many times the difference is.

The long sword in his hand emitted infinite light, tearing through the space, this was the peerless secret technique of the Remnant Yang Palace, and it was also the strongest blow.

"The remnant sun is like blood!"

The blood-colored sword curtain shrouded the entire ring, and at this moment in the battle, Hong Bo performed his mastery for the first time, but many people didn't understand why the first move had to decide the winner.

No one understands Hong Bo's mood at this moment, and only when they face Lynch in person do they know that Lynch is not as simple as they think.

Maybe he only has one chance, and if he misses it, he will never have the opportunity to make a move, and he must come up with the strongest martial arts, and it is best to be fatal with one blow, if not, there is still room to retreat.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Lynch was indifferent, still standing in place, like a pine, standing on the top of the mountain, baptized by wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and still standing proudly in the sky.

The infinite sword qi formed a blood-red sword curtain, and the real remnant sun was like blood, like fresh blood, sprinkled on the air, conjuring up countless bloody rain and bloody winds.

The sword intent shrouded the sky, making the sun and the moon dark, and the light around suddenly dimmed, this move actually caused the resonance of heaven and earth, forming its own morality, who dares to underestimate Hongbo.

The sword light was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it was about to pierce Lynch's body, but he was still standing in place, and the corners of his mouth seemed to show a hint of contempt.

"What is he doing, have you given up resisting?"

The disciples of Burning Moon Valley really wanted Lynch to die, but they didn't understand why they stood still and let Hong Bo make a move.

"I must be afraid, I know that I want to die, it is better to die decently!"

For Lynch, Burning Moon Valley can be said to have poured out the water of the Yellow River, and it can't wash away their hatred for Lynch, half a month ago, Lynch killed ten disciples of Burning Moon Valley, or in front of countless people in Yancheng.

There are only a few people, between their eyebrows, showing a trace of solemnity, and the people who underestimated Lynch along the way have died, so no one dares to underestimate him.

Jiang Yu's curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, how many surprises this kid can give her.

Fu Dao has surpassed their cognition and completely meets their standards, but this martial arts path has made their eyes shine even more.

"Lynch, prepare to die!"

The sword light arrived in the blink of an eye, and the blood-red sword qi tore through the space, and Lynch's clothes made a grinning sound, reminding Lynch that if he didn't make a move, he would die here.

"Slash!"

"End!"

"Kill!"

"Absolutely!"

The long sword was raised, and the blood-colored sword curtain that rushed over suddenly collapsed, as if it had encountered something terrible, and it was actually retreating step by step.

"What's going on!"

Many people were so shocked that they stood up, and with the terrifying sword intent, even the martial gods felt their hearts tremble.

The Ghost Hand Butcher's fist suddenly clenched, and he didn't know that he had broken the handle of the chair, and he also sensed the power of this sword.

"It's not good, Sword Spirit, he actually realized that there is a spirit in the sword. ”

Someone shouted, from this move, I saw a clue, this is a sword spirit, even if it is ten percent sword intent, it is not a wisp of sword spirit.

Many elders of the Ruthless Pavilion showed a trace of dead gray on their faces, and the sword spirit, the realm that many people dream of reaching actually appeared on Lynch.

However, such wisps of sword spirit made countless people crazy.

The Great Elder of the Slashing Family slapped his right hand on the table fiercely, turning into a pile of powder, and seemed to be very angry.

"It must be the Five Elements Pill, it was the Five Elements Pill that helped him realize the Sword Spirit. ”

Chop Wenzhuo pushed everything possible to the Five Elements Pill, which made the people of Burning Moon Valley even more depressed, this is a typical stealing chickens and rice, it is the people of Burning Moon Valley, and it is Lynch who has fulfilled it.

The blood-red sword curtain cracked inch by inch, like a dense spider web, and it shattered in an instant.

The sky was clear, as if nothing had happened.

Before everyone's thinking could react, Lynch stepped on his feet, like the seven stars returning to their positions, and the dragon-slaying sword let out a shocking dragon roar.

With the end of the four-character mantra, the golden sword, carrying the power of the gods, swept across the entire vast continent, and Hong Bo was dumbfounded.

The shadow of death, like a cold cage, trapped him in place, even if he was an eight-rank martial saint, he was actually vulnerable, like a poor child, falling into an ice cave.

The golden sword spirit emitted a blazing light, shining on the earth and the sky, and the entire ring suddenly turned into a sea of gold.

blocked everyone's senses and sight, and couldn't see what was happening in the ring clearly, only the divine consciousness of the martial god forcibly penetrated the golden light curtain and infiltrated into the ring.

Even so, the powerful sword qi shattered the Martial God consciousness a lot, and only a golden sword light could be seen, slashing towards Hongbo.

The sword light came and went faster, the golden sword curtain only lasted for a breath of time, and the ring returned to clarity, as if nothing had happened.

The two of them almost didn't seem to move, and Lynch was still standing in place, his long sword pointing to the ground, and drops of blood dripping down the tip of the sword.

Hong Bo was intact, he couldn't see the wound, his sword was lowered, his head was weakly resting on his shoulder, his eyes were blank, and the strength of his body was drained by some kind of magical energy.

"Who won?"

In the silent field, the disciple of the Ruthless Pavilion grunted, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know!"

The people around them didn't know, the golden sea blocked their view, and they didn't know if Lynch won or Hong Bo won.

"Why didn't they move?"

In the area of the beheading family, some people also asked the same question, the two of them stood in place like wood, could they be stunned?

"Maybe you're tired!"

Said an answer that even I didn't believe.

Countless voices of discussion gathered together, all wanting to know who won this battle.

"Click!"

There was a clicking sound in the ring, I don't know who it came from, like the sound of bones cracking.

"It's moving, it's moving, you guys look at it, it's fluctuating!"

The voice was not loud, and some careful people found that Hong Bo's body was moving, his neck shook, his body shook a few times, and his legs seemed to be shaking.

But the next scene made the hundreds of thousands of people present unable to forget for the rest of their lives, Hong Bo's body did move.

Neither forward nor backward, but to the sides.

That's right, it's just falling to both sides, how can a person fall to both sides, is it being split from it?

"Ahhh......h

There was an exclamation from the stands, and Hong Bo's body, split in two from it, poured to the sides, blood mixed with internal organs, flowing everywhere, emitting a foul smell.

Who would have expected such an ending, Hong Bo died, and the despair in his eyes before he died seemed to remind everyone present that he was unwilling to die.

The blood seeped into the cracks in the stone, along the side stone wall, and flowed to the ground, and some people who were close to it covered their mouths and noses one after another, and retreated far back.

Killed Hong Bo, successfully entered the top forty, and killed the early stage of the eighth-grade martial saint with a five-grade martial saint, which completely shocked countless people.

"It can't be!"

Meng Tao of the Divine Eagle Valley shook his head vigorously, even if it was him, if he wanted to kill Hong Bo, he also needed a lot of means, and he must not be defeated in one move.

"It's terrible, are we all underestimating him?"

Long Na is not calm anymore, she has only broken through the Eighth Rank Martial Saint for less than three months, and she can only say that her realm is stable, and her strength is only a little higher than Hong Bo's.

If she meets Lynch, no one knows if she will be able to leave alive.

"What a strong sword!"

The boss who cut off his small mouth, although he didn't see it clearly, but Yu Wei was still there, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Pang Gao didn't speak, his whole body exuded earth-shattering war intent, it seemed that he wanted to fight with Lynch now, there were so many geniuses present, only he was not affected, but became more and more imposing.

"Strong, too strong, with such strength, there is no problem at all to hit the top ten. ”

The Ruan family is crazy, the stronger Lynch is, the happier they are, and every time they kill someone, they are avenging the Ruan family.

"I'm scared to death, just now I was yelling for Hong Bo to give it to me, but fortunately it was him who died. ”

Xie Peng of Wuxiangzong was so frightened that his little heart fluttered, he was ashamed to say just now and asked Hong Bo to give it to him, but now it's good, Hong Bo is dead.

Now the crowd is not calm, does it take a nine-rank martial saint to kill Lynch?

If this is really the case, then it can be said that it has surpassed countless people.

And how old is he, less than twenty-five years old, such a demon, once he grows to fifty or sixty years old, I'm afraid that the martial gods can't help him.

In addition to the Ruan family, the excitement is none other than Feiyu Pavilion, they naturally don't want Lynch to die here, they will never make a move unless they have to, and the most hope is that Lynch will rely on his own strength to go to the end.

The four super powers, led by the Ruthless Pavilion, were as uncomfortable as eating flies, and they gave out so many rewards, but none of them killed Lynch, and so many people were killed by Lynch.

"Who else!"

The three cold words came out of the ring, and the sound shook thousands of miles, and Lynch openly challenged anyone, whoever dared to come up, could fight.

Three words, which represent everything.

Bursts of echoes came from far away, and the three words of who else exploded in the ears of countless people.

This is domineering, trampling all the ghosts and ghosts under their feet, and who else dares to come up, but no one answers, and the surroundings fall into a deathly silence.

Thousands of people in the Ruan family, their blood boiling, shouted together.

"Who else!"

"Who else!"

“……”

The sound shook the sky, as if it could pierce people's eardrums, the man's blood was ignited, and three hundred lives were ruthlessly left here, making the Ruan family angry, but helpless.

Lynch's killing made the Ruan family see hope, the three words lasted for a long time, and the resentment in their hearts was finally vented, otherwise they would be suffocated.

In the face of Lynch's provocation, no one answered, countless hateful eyes, hating to eat him now, but they didn't dare to get into the ring.