Huang Pingfan was full of anger and crashed directly into the huge fist mark of the leading brother.

The big fist print of the house is brilliant, gorgeous and bright, and it is very good-looking.

However, there is a terrifying power in the fist seal that destroys everything.

The big brother took the lead in making a move with all his might, even if it was a Xuanzong realm like Chen Yaojing, if there was no counterattack, just taking such a punch in vain, it would be injured.

Huang Pingfan is like this, it is definitely a broken body and bones, and it has turned into powder.

The relatives are painful, and the enemies are not happy.

Compared to Chen Yaojing's anger, the people of the Soul Hall and Huang Shiyi now felt chills all over their bodies.

If it weren't for Huang Pingfan's presence, the master brothers would definitely be able to tear them up easily.

Now, Huang Pingfan is estimated to have turned to ashes.

So, next......

The eldest brother who took the lead wanted to escape from the road, Huang Shiyi wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, and the other masters of the Soul Hall also thought the same way.

Because, they know very well, and then they will understand, that death can sometimes be a luxury. Chen Yaojing and his party, who were completely angry, would definitely use the most cruel and inhumane means to vent their anger on them.

Huang Shiyi wanted to escape, but unfortunately he was trembling all over, and his legs and feet didn't obey him at all.

The eldest brother wanted to run, but just now, he had exhausted the last drop of Xuanfu power in his body, and now if he wanted to run, it was estimated that he would not be able to outrun a little master of the Xuanfu Realm.

Chen Yaojing was furious and went to the scimitar in his hand, ready to call for his brothers to cut.

Ye Yuzheng's eyes were about to bulge out, his whole body was red from the barbecue of anger, his trembling hands, holding the scimitar tightly, he was thinking in his heart, how to cut the enemy into shredded meat, chop into minced meat, and chop into powder......

Ye Zhimei's mouth grinned, he smiled, smiling brightly, and at the same time, there seemed to be a burst of cold air in that smile.

Huang Ba, this guy who was fighting with his life just now, planning to die with his will, and planning to use his flesh and blood to penetrate a few enemies for Huang Pingfan before he died, so as to create a safe area for Huang Pingfan. Now, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, picked up the big knife, and slashed at the soul hall master beside him.

Just when the whole scene was almost static, when everyone was quietly waiting for the final result, when all the enemies were terrified and overwhelmed.

Huang Ba, who seemed to have completely lost his last sanity, launched the last most ferocious attack in his life.

Poof

Catch somebody off his guard.

Just when the enemy was completely unprepared for battle and had the will to fight, Huang Ba directly cut off a guy whose realm was lower than his own.

"Ahh

"Hack them to death!"

Chen Yaojing looked at Cao Ying, who was lying on the ground, who seemed to have lost all her life, at the twin sisters who fell to the ground, whose life and death were unknown, and at Huang Pingfan, who was almost certain to survive in the dazzling fist prints.

He is usually the calmest, but this moment is completely out of control. He just wanted to kill all the enemies in front of him fiercely, and vent the anger in his heart fiercely.

"Hack them to death!" Ye Yuzheng carried a big knife, and then shouted.

Ye Zhimei smiled even more happily, baring her teeth and screaming: "I want them to know that death is the most wonderful thing in the world for them!

Huang Ba seemed to feel that silence was better than sound at this time, he didn't have any words, he didn't have any sound. He was so hard at work that a scimitar was covered in blood, and blood was dripping everywhere on his body. There is only one word in his heart, and that is kill, kill, kill, kill-

On the side of the Soul Palace, it was originally far inferior to Huang Pingfan's combat effectiveness.

If Huang Pingfan and the others were still as calm as they were at the beginning, maybe the Soul Palace, relying on the soul attack and the strange weapon blood droplets, would still be able to fight back and forth.

However, Chen Yao respects them because of the burning of anger, because of their high realm, because of their strong will and persistence in their hearts. The soul attacks and blood droplets of the Soul Hall are simply useless martial arts, and they don't help much at all.

The crazy master brothers, catch the masters of the Soul Hall around them, and as soon as they come up, they will first cut off their limbs and cut all the enemies into sticks.

Everyone agreed with Ye Zhimei's statement, that is, to make the enemy feel one thing: death is their greatest luxury!

Puff puff......

Ahh

Whew—

Oops-

There were bursts of painful wails, miserable screams, screams of pain, and miserable begs for mercy......

In the blink of an eye, there were severed arms and stumps everywhere, and for a while, the entire battlefield instantly turned into a Shura field.

Chen Yaojing dragged a big knife on the ground, and slowly walked towards the leading brother in despair step by step.

Bang bang bang

Chen Yaojing's footsteps were very exaggerated and loud, and he walked step by step, as if he was trampling on the heart of the leading brother.

The heart of the eldest brother in the lead is trembling, the liver is trembling, and the lungs are trembling.

His internal organs seemed to be trembling violently, his facial features and limbs seemed to be trembling, and he felt dizzy and weak. He felt that his eyes were shining, his seven orifices were smoking, and his soul was trembling......

Just when Chen Yaojing was about to raise his knife to slaughter fiercely, he was weak and had no love to take the lead, when a sudden shout made the entire battlefield instantly freeze.

"Kill me! Leave no one behind-"

This abrupt voice, the sound is not high, there is no sorrow or joy, it seems to be real and illusory.

Following that voice, everyone was looking for the source.

Chen Yaojing saw it first, Huang Pingfan walked out of the fist print step by step, and he was completely a lively and unbridled man.

Not only did he not die, he did not disappear, not even a single hair disappeared.

The only thing that was damaged was his clothes, and at this moment, he was no different from Su Qi'er starring Zhou Xingxing. His hair was disheveled, his bare feet were torn, and his face was dirty.

"Young Master—"

Chen Yaojing forgot the enemy in front of him for a second, he looked at Huang Pingfan who came out of the fist print, and shouted loudly with emotion.

"Young Master—"

Ye Yuzheng also stopped what he was doing, and shouted affectionately, as if he saw his dearest and most beloved person.

Ye Zhimei is, from a cold and temperatureless sneer, to a sweet smile with spring and infinite tenderness.

But he didn't stop, his own hand movements.

"Young master!" he cried out loudly, "obey the orders of the young master! We will slowly ravage these damned things to death! We will let those hateful enemies deeply understand that life is better than death, and what a wonderful feeling that can only be understood and cannot be expressed." ”

All the master brothers were greeting Huang Pingfan, and their hearts suddenly rose from hell to heaven.

Huang Ba felt that he had no face to see Huang Pingfan again.

He buried his head and kept cutting without pause. It seemed that only the smell of blood could alleviate the guilt in his heart.

Although, this betrayal is Huang Shiyi, and it has nothing to do with him Huang Ba's half a dime. However, the guilt in his heart was full.

He really hoped that in the midst of the continuous killing, when the enemies were falling, he could also fall as he wished, and never get up again.

After hearing Ye Zhimei's words, the master brothers began to raise their knives.

They must follow the instructions of the young master, and must not miss an enemy, and must let them go to the Yellow Spring of the underworld in a neat manner.