Chang Baihui stopped more than 20 people with the strength of one person.

Pang Yuhai didn't care about the changes behind him, he walked towards Yechen with a cruel smile, holding a sword in his right hand, grabbing the placket on Yechen's chest with his left hand, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, next, you will regret being born by your mother." ”

"Oh, yes. Yechen sneered, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Pang Yuhai's left hand.

"Oh, dare to resist?" The sinister smile on Pang Yuhai's face was even worse, his eyes were full of sneers when he looked at Yechen, and the long sword in his right hand swung out and stabbed Yechen in the shoulder.

Yechen kicked out with his right foot, Pang Yuhai only felt a shadow below flashing like lightning, and suddenly there was a sharp pain on the knees of the two feet, and he let out a terrible wail: "Ah!"

Then Pang Yuhai knelt in front of Yechen with a "poof", Yechen held the palm of his left hand with his right hand, twisted it slightly, and was twisted aside by Yechen, controlling the joint, Pang Yuhai's body was facing away from Yechen, unable to move.

"Boy, you dare!" Pang Yuhai roared, and then he was surprised to see that the woman who was following Yechen was killing in all directions, waving the long sword in her hand, constantly reaping the lives of the warriors, these warriors, no one could make a move in her hands.

These warriors let out one scream after another, so much so that Pang Yuhai's screams just now were drowned out.

Pang Yuhai looked into the distance again, and the people of the Chixia Sect and the Purple Flame Sect all fixed their eyes on Chang Baihui's body, and no one paid attention to him, and no one came to rescue him.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shizu. Pang Yuhai shouted.

Pang Xinhe glanced at Pang Yuhai when he heard this, and then his body suddenly took off and rushed towards Yechen.

Chang Baihui smiled coldly, jumped up, kicked Pang Xinhe's chest, and kicked him back.

is also in the realm of martial spirits, Chang Baihui has the power to crush ordinary martial spirits, and those who can enter the origin secret realm can only be compared with the pervert of Yechen, compared with others, no one will be much stronger than others, each of them is the real elite of the human race.

At the entrance of the corridor, Lu Song and Xiong Junpeng looked at them indifferently, and did not have the slightest expression because of Chang Baihui's murder.

Xiong Junpeng smiled coldly: "That disciple of your Chixia Sect is injured. ”

Lu Song said lightly: "That's the descendant of the pet, I naturally won't let him have an accident, but he is too impetuous, so it's good to suffer a loss." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a descendant of the pet, no wonder he bumped into you, and you didn't punish him. Xiong Junpeng said, "Let's talk about this little girl in front of you, who is she and how can she have such strength?"

Lu Song pondered for a while, his face gradually became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "At such an age, with such talent, and such a look, if I guess correctly, it should be Chang Baihui, a disciple of Danshi Han Yanzhu." ”

"It turned out to be her. Xiong Junpeng muttered, and then laughed, "I heard that Ninghe Gongzi once said that whoever wins Chang Baihui will be his guest." ”

"It turns out that Elder Xiong also means this?" Lu Song said lightly.

"Isn't Elder Lu there?" Xiong Junpeng asked rhetorically.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then laughed tacitly: "Hahahaha." ”

Yechen controlled Pang Yuhai, silently watching the battlefield, watching Chang Baihui exert his might.

Yechen's subordinates, Pang Yuhai laughed and said, "Boy, let you be a hero for a while, and you will kneel down and beg me later." ”

For this kind of waste words, Yechen directly ignored it.

"Hahaha, boy, wait and see, the power of the martial king's master will make you desperate. Pang Yuhai continued to laugh.

Chang Baihui had already killed all the warriors who rushed over, and the blood on the fiery red sword slowly dripped down, and then there was no trace of blood.

The sword itself was blood-red, as if it was stained with blood.

The people of the Chixia Sect and the Purple Flame Sect hid behind the two Martial Kings, you look at me, I look at you, and they didn't dare to step forward.

Xiong Junpeng said lightly: "It seems that it's time for us to make a move." ”

"Huh. Does Elder Xiong want to monopolize it?" Lu Song stepped forward and walked with Xiong Junpeng.

"Hahaha, Elder Lu laughed, since we saw it together, let's take it together. Xiong Junpeng said, his words were full of ease and confidence, as if Chang Baihui had become their bag.

The people behind the two Martial Kings breathed a sigh of relief, since the Martial Kings made a move, there was no need for them to risk their lives to fight.

The two stood three meters in front of Chang Baihui very tacitly, and Lu Song said lightly: "Little girl, do you still want to resist? ”

Chang Baihui laughed softly and said, "I'm not your opponent. ”

"It's acquaintance. Xiong Junpeng commented lightly.

Chang Baihui took a few steps back, retreated behind Yechen, and then pointed at Yechen and said to the two, "My task is complete, next, your opponent is him." ”

"He?" The two looked at Chang Baihui's confident expression, a little stunned.

Lu Song looked at Yechen with some consternation and said, "Boy, are you the Martial King?"

Yechen smiled: "No, I'm a martial spirit." ”

"Oh!" Lu Song nodded, then looked around, "Could it be that there is some formation set up here." ”

This sentence made Xiong Junpeng also a little discolored.

Yechen shook his head and said, "No, because it's not necessary." ”

As Yechen spoke, he let go of Pang Yuhai's hand, then walked towards the two of them, took out the spear from the storage ring, and said lightly: "It's just to kill you two old beasts, why use any formation." ”

Pang Yuhai sneered behind Yechen and said, "Boy, don't pretend, will you be able to scare the two Martial Kings in the future?"

Lu Song didn't make a move immediately, but said to Xiong Junpeng, "Elder Xiong, what do you think?"

Xiong Junpeng shook his head: "Since it is a martial spirit, let's kill it, I haven't heard of what kind of young martial king was born in our Flame Empire, even if it is born, should we be afraid?"

"Hehe, that's good!" Lu Song laughed, and put aside the last scruples, as Xiong Junpeng said, even if it is a martial king, they are martial kings themselves, are they still afraid.

Immediately, Lu Song set his eyes on Yechen and said lightly: "Little rabbit cub, let the old man come to meet you and see if your strength is as tough as your mouth says." ”

Lu Song spread out his palm, and a raging flame burned in his palm, and then threw the flame fiercely towards Yechen.

Yechen said lightly: "This kind of carving insect skill, don't be ugly in front of me, if you only have these strengths, then obediently suffer death." ”

A little bit of silver light gathered on Yechen's spear, and then the spear shook, smashing the flames thrown by Lu Song into sparks and dissipating.

"The evil forces of death. Countless people's faces changed slightly.

(End of chapter)