Chapter 1172: How Do You Choose?
"What...... What is it?! ”
Hearing Yang Yifan's cold tone that seemed to blow from the frozen land of eternity, including the petite man in black, the five of them changed their faces together!
Especially the three people who had just attacked Yang Yifan!
Feeling the violent momentum emanating from Yang Yifan's body, the three of them forcibly stopped the attack they were about to succeed, and retreated to their previous positions as if they had seen a flood beast, their faces full of shock and vigilance!
"This guy...... Is it a human or a monster?! ”
The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw a thick horror in their respective eyes, and the sound of swallowing saliva kept ringing, and this sudden change directly interrupted their thoughts completely, so that they didn't know what to do next!
Beat?
Among them, the strongest is only the third layer of the foundation, this kind of strength, in the face of Yang Yifan, who opened the boiling beast blood, there is no possibility of winning at all!
What's more, although they didn't know what Yang Yifan's strength was in this state, just relying on the true qi fluctuations like a violent rotating storm around him at this time were enough for them to understand that they and the monster in front of them were not at the same level of existence at all!
Although he couldn't see the expressions of the five black-clothed people, Yang Yifan at this time could clearly feel their fear, a light like lightning flashed in his scarlet eyes, Yang Yifan grinned, revealing a hideous smile in the eyes of others: "I can give you one last chance to hand over what you stole from the Cultivator Association, and explain clearly what this is all about, and the purpose of your stealing." ”
As he spoke, Yang Yifan took a step forward slowly, although his heavy steps did not deliberately increase the weight, but the cold true qi wrapped around his feet was still like a sharp knife, instantly cutting the ground into countless fine cracks.
It's a simple action, but it's more effective than any threat.
The coercion on their faces made the faces of the five black-clothed people change wildly, and the strong aura made them can't help but take a step back, although Yang Yifan didn't finish what he said just now, but at this time, obviously no one will doubt that if he doesn't do what he says, I'm afraid the consequences will be extremely serious!
"Damn, fight with this kid!"
With a roar, the three men in black finally couldn't resist such a strong pressure, they roared angrily, and the true qi around them gushed out like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, they became like a stormy wave and bombarded Yang Yifan!
These three people are really desperate at this time, and with the three of them joining forces, they are already on par with Yang Yifan at this time in terms of pure momentum!
Not only that, but the three of them were not just bluffing flowers, as the tide of true qi surged out wildly, the figures of the three of them seemed to turn into a giant ship on the cusp of the storm, bombarding Yang Yifan desperately!
"Whew! Laugh at! ”
The surging True Qi seemed to have turned into a sharp short blade, slashing at the surrounding walls, making a tooth-aching sound, and under these scattered True Qi fluctuations, these walls were instantly cut into thousands of holes, countless fine cracks appeared, and the dust on the ground was pressed to death, and it was impossible to vacate at all!
In the midst of the fluctuations of the true qi of the riot, three fists carrying powerful power burst in!
"I can't help myself."
The corners of Yang Yifan's mouth flashed with a trace of disdain, the dark golden dragon claw clenched the soul sword in his hand, and at the same time as the three huge fists smashed, the dark wings behind him that seemed to be able to absorb all the light in the world waved gently, and the whole person was like a pitch-black lightning, not retreating, but advancing, galloping away towards the three people in front of him!
"Qingfeng swordsmanship, the sword follows the wind!"
With a light snort, Yang Yifan waved his sword fiercely, and with his movements, he saw a wisp of fresh wind blowing in the air, and in an instant, the dust flew, and the thick sword qi immediately diffused out, and the Soul Imperial Sword in his hand instantly floated in the air like a willow branch swaying in the wind.
This sword seems to be light and fluttering without any power, but if you feel it carefully, you can find that the air is full of sword energy, and the sword qi is full of murderous energy, and every trace of breeze spreading in the air at this time seems to have become a sharp sword in Yang Yifan's hand!
Everywhere and everywhere!
Elegant, inscrutable, just like the name of this move, the sword goes with the wind!
"Shhh
Seeing this sword, just by feeling the artistic conception of this sword, the three black-clothed men who smashed it with their fists had already gasped, and their faces changed wildly.
If the move that Yang Yifan used when he fought with the old man in black before was strong enough, then at this moment, they could be sure that Yang Yifan's sword was even stronger than before, I don't know how many times!
They had no doubt that if they chose to take this sword hard at this time, what awaited them would definitely be death!
"Retreat! Withdraw! Withdraw! ”
The strong shadow of death enveloped the three of them in an instant, and the desire to survive made them make a choice in an instant, like three lost dogs, and they exploded backwards frantically at a speed faster than when they came!
History is always strikingly similar.
At this time, the three of them retreated in fear, just like the scene just now.
But this time, how could Yang Yifan let them avoid it so simply again?
"Huh!"
The Soul Divine Sword slashed through the night, like a green lightning bolt tearing through the darkness, and like a breeze blowing, instantly enveloping the three black-clothed men!
"Snort!"
The sword intent in the sky enveloped it, and the faces of the three of them changed wildly in an instant, and at the moment when they were blown by that breeze, they had a feeling of extreme danger rising from the depths of their hearts, but at this moment, they had no way to retreat, let alone any possibility of escape!
"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"
The sound of three blood spurting out sounded almost at the same time, and then, in the dark night, three figures fell from the air, kicking up a cloud of dust, and if you look carefully, the clothes on the three black-clothed people have already been cut by the sword qi like beggars, tattered, and there are countless fine sword marks inside, overflowing bright red blood, showing a strange luster in the dark alley, exuding a rich bloody atmosphere.
One blow, three seriously injured!
Moreover, this is only the first form of Qingfeng Swordsmanship, if Yang Yifan used all his strength, I am afraid that these people would have become three corpses a long time ago!
"Vulnerable."
Retracting the Imperial Soul Sword, Yang Yifan's figure reappeared in the previous position, his red eyes glanced at the three people lying on the ground who did not know whether they were alive or dead, pursed his lips disdainfully, and then, his gaze fell on the body of the old man in black.
"It's your turn, how do you choose?"