"I'm going to kill you, kill you, Emperor Sword. ”

Tianlan, who screamed like a madman, took out a long sword and slashed again.

This time, he did his best.

As soon as the sword was slashed out, he was constantly coughing up blood in his mouth.

Rumble!

The void of the ring shook, and the golden giant sword struck the air, slashing Yang Yifan.

There is no dodge.

There is no back-off.

Even, Yang Yifan didn't move a step, his right hand was raised, and the scarlet light of the blood shadow spear was flourishing, and the fierce aura swept out like a storm, and then he got out of his hand in an instant.

It's broken.

As soon as he got out of his hand, the Blood Shadow Spear pierced through the void and vanished.

This?

The faces of the strong men present changed again, they didn't expect Yang Yifan to have such terrifying magical powers, others couldn't feel it, but they could detect the horror of Yang Yifan's shot.

"Tianlan, admit defeat. ”

"Quick. ”

"Throw in the towel. ”

In a moment, the strong man of the Heavenly Family screamed in panic, although he was embarrassed to admit defeat, he could save his life, and he would not worry about the lack of firewood to burn, and there would be time for revenge in the future.

It's a pity that Tianlan's spirit almost collapsed.

"Admit defeat? Just because he's a hillbilly, how can he make me admit defeat? I'm the strongest, hahaha. ”

Yelling and screaming, Tianlan rushed over, "Hillbilly, give me death." ”

The sword in his hand stabbed at him.

But what made him frightened was that his long sword was grabbed by Yang Yifan.

That's right, just a grab.

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion, I don't believe it, how can you grab my long sword with one hand?"

Tianlan struggled continuously, unaware that there was already a blood hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

It's a pity.

Many of the martial artists present sighed in their hearts, at this moment, they actually had some sympathy for Tianlan, and they were also one of the four dignified princes, but they were beaten by Yang Yifan until they collapsed in despair, and they didn't even know that they were dead.

Syllable.

Yang Yifan's right hand poked out, and it fell to Tianlan's neck like lightning, and the five fingers were clenched, and immediately there was a click, and a terrifying bone cracking sound sounded.

A sense of weakness had already come, Tianlan grabbed the long sword in his hand and fell to the ground, his feet kicked indiscriminately, and his hands kept slapping Yang Yifan's hands, but it was useless at all.

Swish.

At this time, Yang Yifan's left hand was raised, fell on the top of Tianlan's head, and grabbed it tightly, and then the violent power of the whole body exploded, Tianlan's neck was instantly elongated, and a blood line appeared.

"Ahh ”

In the screams of some timid girls, a warm blood splashed on Tianlan's neck, and the human head was torn off by Yang Yifan like this, and the blood on the headless neck was like a spring, splashing three feet high.

It's so brutal.

Many martial artists who watched this scene, including those imperial masters, couldn't help but raise their eyebrows, and were shocked by Yang Yifan's bloody brutality like a fierce beast.

The people of the Heavenly Family were even more stunned, their faces were hideous, if this was not the ring, they would definitely rush up and chop Yang Yifan to pieces and feed the dogs.

Damn, shit.

Chen Nanfeng kept scolding in his heart, although he was a master of the Nine Heavens of the Imperial Road, but at this time, it was difficult for him to maintain the slightest composure, he never dreamed that Yang Yifan would be so cruel that he would kill the two top masters of Hai Chuyun and Tianlan in a row.

He glanced at it secretly, and when he saw the undisguised look of appreciation on the face of the quasi-saint Zhong Dao, his full mouth of teeth was about to crush, and he knew that Zhong Dao must have the heart of a disciple.

If Yang Yifan became a disciple of Zhong Dao, how could he take revenge?

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

When they saw Yang Yifan's gaze swept over, many geniuses immediately felt as if they were being targeted by an ancient bloodthirsty beast, and the sense of crisis came like a tide, making them unbearable, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

How can they not be afraid?

At this moment, Yang Yifan stood proudly in the ring, covered in blood, holding Tianlan's bloody head with his left hand, and the headless corpse with his right hand, making him look like a demon god, making people's hearts palpitate and make it difficult for people to breathe.

Even the wind marks, Yuntang's two remaining guys' faces were gloomy, their eyes were full of jealousy, and they lost the arrogance and indesirability they had when they first met Yang Yifan.

Swish.

In the end, Yang Yifan's gaze fell on the two of them, "Come on." ”

What the?

Still fighting?

The warriors in the square were like being struck by lightning one by one, and there was an unreal feeling of auditory hallucinations.

At this moment, even the eyes of the quasi-saint Zhong Dao couldn't help but stare at him, and looked at Yang Yifan with surprise, he saw very clearly that after Yang Yifan killed Tianlan, he was indeed almost out of oil.

What other means?

Many people guessed in their hearts that they didn't think that Yang Yifan was a madman, so there must be an extremely terrifying killer feature, otherwise they wouldn't dare to say so.

Almost everyone's eyes were on the wind scars, Yuntang and the two, wanting to see how they responded.

How to deal with it?

What else can I do?

Although they were unwilling, although they really wanted to go to the stage and kill Yang Yifan, Yuntang and Fengji finally endured it, and Yang Yifan's endless methods made them also frightened, so that they had to suspect that Yang Yifan still had the most powerful killer weapon that they had not used.

"Hmph, I don't want to put people in danger. ”

Gritting his teeth, Wind Scar snorted.

"I can't do anything like that. ”

Yuntang's voice also rang out.

The two of them now only hope that Yang Yifan will continue to fight with the remaining geniuses of the Chen family, the Hai family, and the Heavenly family, or the white-robed young man with a spear on his back.

Don't dare to fight again.

Under the circumstance that Yang Yifan was not lightly injured and consumed a lot, Yuntang did not dare to go to the ring to fight.

The whole scene was quiet, and the needles could be heard, everyone knew that Yang Yifan's name would soon spread throughout the sea area controlled by the Dragon Palace, and even the Sea Clan's side would know about it.

It's really against the sky.

At this moment, even those guys who hate Yang Yifan the most can't say half a word, one person and one shot, killing the two sons in a row, scared the other two sons not to dare to go to the stage to fight, if they didn't see it with their own eyes, they wouldn't dare to believe it anyway.

"Come down. ”

The voice of the quasi-saint bell road rang out.

Yang Yifan threw away the head and corpse and jumped out of the ring.

"Whoever has a grudge, go to the ring to settle it. ”

Swish.

Zhong Dao's voice had just sounded, and a figure flew to the ring.

It was the white-robed young man with a face as cold as an iceberg and a spear on his back.

With a gun, the strength is not weak.

Yang Yifan's gaze also fell on the white-robed young man.

Who will you have a grudge with?

The martial artists present all wanted to know, after all, the performance of this white-robed young man was not weaker than that of the four princes.

(End of chapter)