The yin wind gusted, setting off the extremely arrogant words of the two, echoing throughout the valley entrance.

Wang Yu's heart sank to the bottom.

Finished.

This time it's completely over.

As a native of the Stygian River, he is very aware of the style of the group of people in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the disciples in this sect may lie at any time, but only when they will not, that is, when they want to kill people!

If there was a glimmer of life when he was scolded before, then now, it's too late.

Suddenly, Wang Yu was very disappointed in Yang Yifan.

That's right, not resentment, but disappointment.

For Wang Yu, Yang Yifan was the person he had decided to follow and cling to just a few hours ago. It can be said that Wang Yu thinks that following Yang Yifan can be better than the current mix, and he can get ahead, so he will make this choice.

But now?

Yang Yifan was actually taking him to death!

Not only to send to death, but also to ask such a retarded question!

Why do you want to roll?

Of course, you're not strong enough! If you are the legendary Jindan period, who would dare to let you go?!

A person is not terrible if he has no strength, and it is not terrible to encounter setbacks, but the most feared thing is that this person has no brains and does not know how to forbear!

is such an extremely simple truth, even Wang Yu himself understands it, but Yang Yifan doesn't understand it?

Disappointed.

Wang Yu never thought that Yang Yifan would disappoint him so much, he originally thought that following Yang Yifan would make his future broader, but he never thought that he was blind.

"I understand, what you mean is that as long as you are strong, you can control the life and death of the weak, right?"

Yang Yifan suddenly spoke, his tone was still flat, and even a little abnormal.

But at this time, who cares about the change in his tone?

The two monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had rampant looks on their faces, nodded proudly, and said, "You still have a little brain, well, you are right, so you can go and die now." ”

"Don't!" Wang Yu trembled when he heard this, he didn't know where he got the courage, so he took two steps forward, and said in a trembling voice: "Two seniors, we don't know the rules, please let us go once." ”

As he spoke, Wang Yu was about to kneel on the ground.

"What are you?!"

Hearing this, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk on the second floor of the foundation did not have the slightest idea of changing his mind, but his face was even more angry, he snorted coldly, and raised his hand to throw out a sharp sword made of yin qi, stabbing at Wang Yu, in an instant, the yin wind gusted, and the murderous aura increased dramatically, if this sword stabbed, Wang Yu would definitely die!

"Huh!"

But at this moment, Yang Yifan moved, he threw out two steady true qi, one supported Wang Yu, who was about to kneel, making him stand up again, and the other met the yin qi blade, directly canceling it out and dissipating it in the air.

"Forbearance is a good thing, but now you don't need it, because I said, with me, I'll keep you safe."

Yang Yifan glanced at Wang Yu lightly, although his tone was light, there was no doubt about it.

"Gollum ......"

Wang Yu swallowed his saliva, at this time his heart seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, which was extremely unpleasant, not only feeling that Yang Yifan's words were extremely domineering, but also feeling that Yang Yifan was dying without knowing it, pretending to be overdone.

That's a thousand poisons! Keep me okay? What guarantee do you take?!

Seeing this, the faces of the two of them instantly became gloomy, and they stared at Yang Yifan and said, "Boy, are you going against our Ten Thousand Poison Gate?" ”

Yang Yifan looked at the two of them, stepped forward lightly, flipped one hand, and an emerald green light and shadow appeared, and the Soul Imperial Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't leave any time for the three people present to react, the Divine Xuan Rubik's Cube was sacrificed, directly locking this space, and in the next second, his slender figure appeared directly in front of these two people.

The long sword swung and set off waves of true qi fluctuations like ripples.

At the same time, the yin wind whimpered, as if singing softly.

The first style of the Qingfeng swordsmanship, the sword follows the wind.

The sword came out, and the gang qi was like a long rainbow running through the sun, and he was angry at the bullfight.

The sword is closed, and the afterimage is like a wisp of the breeze, and the falling flowers are colorful.

In the next moment, Yang Yifan returned to his previous position again, he lowered his eyes, and the two fingers of his left hand gently rubbed the Soul Divine Sword, and his indifferent voice was not mixed with any emotional fluctuations, accompanied by gusts of yin wind, slowly sounded.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in going against the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, I just want to say, let me die, you don't deserve it."

"Whew!"

As this voice fell, a sharp blade slashed through the leather suddenly sounded, and it was at this time that the eyes of the two Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks who were still arrogant just now widened suddenly, and they stretched out their hands to cover their necks, their faces full of incredulity.

"You...... Ho...... You...... You dare to kill me! ”

"You...... This is in ...... Look for death! ”

As he spoke, countless blood flowed from the place where their necks were covered, and unlike ordinary people, probably because of the cultivation of Yin Qi, the blood of these two people turned out to be black, and not only that, but their blood was not a fishy smell, but a disgusting smell.

And just after they said this, the blood line on their necks suddenly lengthened, as if they were going to completely penetrate the entire neck, and then, the bodies of the two of them fell down with a bang, until they were completely dead, their faces were full of disbelief, as if they didn't understand why Yang Yifan dared to kill them, they were the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate!

Looking at the corpses of the two, Yang Yifan's face was extremely flat, without a trace of frightened expression.

He withdrew the Soul Sword and spoke softly.

"If I don't die, I won't bother you."

And it was only at this time that Wang Yu, who had been shocked to the point of stupor, came back to his senses.

His body trembled uncontrollably, because of fear and shock, the expression on his face was terrified to the extreme, and even the voice that opened his mouth became sharp: "Front...... Senior you! You actually killed the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate! ”

"What's wrong?"

Yang Yifan glanced at him, his deep eyes were like stars in the universe, as if he had an ability to calm people's hearts, which made Wang Yu calm down a little.

But no matter how calm he was, the horror on Wang Yu's face still couldn't dissipate, his brain was buzzing now, and he didn't know what to say, but suddenly, he saw Yang Yifan's indifferent face.

"Shhhh

gasped, and a question suddenly appeared in Wang Yu's heart.

Who dares to kill after knowing that the Ten Thousand Poison Gate is so strong?

Who can maintain such composure after killing the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate?

Who dares to fight against the Ten Thousand Poisons Gate that dominates Miao Jiang?

The people who can do this are probably either crazy people who are stupid to the extreme, or strong people who have the strength to match, right?

And does Yang Yifan look like a madman?

What's more, what Yang Yifan said before seems to be that he is not interested in being an enemy of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, not that he does not dare to be an enemy of it, right?

"Gollum."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva fiercely, at this moment, Wang Yu's face was extremely complicated, and the words that Yang Yifan had just said suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I'm here, keep you safe......"

(End of chapter)