"Little brute, use all your strength. ”

The old fellow had a hideous face, and as he walked over, he said, "Otherwise, you will die an ugly death." ”

"Good. ”

Yang Yifan nodded, he also wanted to see how far the strongest blow could be achieved today.

Okay, you're big!

The old guy almost didn't vomit blood, he just said a word, but Yang Yifan really agreed solemnly.

Swish.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Blood-Burning Secret Technique operated, and the bloody color in Yang Yifan's eyes became even worse, and the breath on his body suddenly became violent, as if a bloodthirsty beast had suddenly woken up.

The late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm!

Haven't even exhausted your all?

Zhao Hua's whole person was paralyzed there all of a sudden, Yang Yifan was so cruel before, but who knew that he hadn't used all his strength, at this moment, his self-confidence had been completely destroyed.

The Yellow Extreme Realm martial artists who were protecting him had a wry smile on their faces, and they didn't understand why Yang Yifan could be so perverted in the same Yellow Extreme Realm.

This is the real demon!

Qiu Wanxue was a little calmer, if she couldn't sweep the same level and cross the rank against the enemy, how could she be called a demon?

Call.

The old guy couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his whole body tensed.

As the aura climbed to the late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm, standing there, Yang Yifan's whole person seemed to have turned into an invincible peerless divine spear, which had already made him feel the aura of danger.

The artistic conception of the gun!

He knew that Yang Yifan had already used the artistic conception of the gun, and he didn't dare to wait any longer, and with a little foot, the whole person rushed towards Yang Yifan.

The strength of the Xuanji Realm is fully unfolded, and the momentum is quite amazing.

Swish.

Yang Yifan also moved, he had just killed a few people, and the momentum on his body had also accumulated to the peak.

Rumble.

The spiritual power in the body is running wildly.

Swish.

His right hand was raised, and a finger gun took shape in an instant.

Crash.

At this moment, all the warriors present seemed to hear the sound of the roaring waves.

Is that?

Many people's eyes widened, and they watched in horror at the void, a huge wave looming, and in an instant, the fierce aura immediately poured into the mountains and seas, and at this moment, they had the illusion of being on the turbulent sea.

Damn it.

The aura of danger became stronger and stronger, the old guy's teeth were clenched, and he didn't dare to hold it back, the aura formed a thin veil to protect his body, and his right hand was suddenly raised, and a hazy blood light emerged.

"Blood Moon Slash. ”

As soon as his right hand fell, the blood light instantly turned into a half-crippled blood moon, exuding a disgusting smell of blood.

Call.

The blood moon is in the sky, and the sky is full of power.

Crash.

Thousands of huge waves suppressed down, the blood moon swept by, and a vast spiritual storm swept out in all directions.

"Breaking the waves. ”

Rumble.

Between the waves that collapsed and the sky was full of spray, Yang Yifan appeared, like an ancient spear stabbing suddenly, and that round of blood moon was also shattered in an instant, turning into dots of red light, filling the surroundings.

Hiss.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, looking at the place of battle in horror, this kind of power was not something they could touch at all, and the power of the Xuanji Realm martial artists was definitely not blown.

What they couldn't accept the most was that Yang Yifan was able to confront the early stage martial artists of the Xuanji Realm.

"Impossible, even if you cast a secret method in the middle of the Yellow Extreme Realm, it is impossible to defeat the Xuan Extreme Realm. ”

Zhao Hua kept yelling, "That kid, it's going to die." ”

Call.

The breeze came and the blood drifted away.

What the?

At this moment, even Qiu Wanxue's eyes widened.

It's the old guy!

Standing there motionless, his chest had been pierced by Yang Yifan's right hand.

"You... ”

The old man buried his head slightly, staring straight at the hand that pierced his chest, his eyes still blinking, as if to determine if it was real.

Burst.

Yang Yifan pulled out his right hand and brought a splash of warm blood.

Call.

The old guy's body fell backwards like this, but a pair of eyes were still wide, and he couldn't blink to death, he had thought about many possibilities for him to die, but what he didn't expect was that one day he would die at the hands of a young man in the Yellow Extreme Realm.

Boom.

The body fell to the ground.

And the place is still eerily quiet.

With just one blow, the early stage martial artist of the Xuanji Realm is dead!

Everyone was dumbfounded, cold, and dream-like.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Zhao Hua's face was full of sluggishness, and he muttered in his mouth, he couldn't believe that this was true, how could a Yellow Extreme Realm martial artist be so rebellious and kill a Xuan Extreme Realm martial artist with just one blow.

"Young master, let's go. ”

At this time, the voice suddenly sounded, and before Zhao Hua, who had lost his soul, could react, a black shadow rushed over from the side, grabbed him, and then shot back towards the rear.

It was another early stage martial artist of the Xuanji Realm who came to protect Zhao Hua, and he still had injuries on his body.

Swish.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and Qiu Wanxue's old servant also flew over, and blood was spilled.

Apparently, the two men also experienced a bloody battle in another place.

Swish.

Yang Yifan stepped a little, and the whole person rushed out, and a leap fell on the back of the Red Flame Pony King.

Sou.

As soon as the four hooves moved, the Red Flame Pony King instantly rushed out.

Pedaling.

The speed of the Red Flame Pony King was very fast, leaving a faint red afterimage.

With all his might, the speed of the Red Flame Pony King even surpassed that of an ordinary mid-Xuan Extreme Realm martial artist.

Swish.

In less than a stick of incense, Yang Yifan chased after him.

Click.

Zhao Hua's teeth were about to be crushed, and the Red Flame Pony King who was about to break through to the fifth order was still given to Yang Yifan by himself, but now, it has become something that obliterates his hope of escape.

Burst.

opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

He hated and regretted it!

It's a pity that the world has never regretted selling medicine.

"Young master, I'm sorry. ”

"You... ”

Zhao Hua's face changed greatly.

Call.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as the guy in the early stage of the Xuanji Realm threw his hand, Zhao Hua was thrown out, with a person, he couldn't escape by himself, and he had no chance of winning in the face of Yang Yifan, let alone a guy in the early stage of the Xuanji Realm.

Boom.

Falling heavily to the ground, Zhao Hua's face was like ashes, staring at Yang Yifan, "Don't kill me, I can give it to you... ”

Burst.

Before he finished speaking, the hooves of the Red Flame Pony King fell, and his already wounded chest was directly pierced.

Looking at Yang Yifan, who was condescending and riding on the back of the Red Flame Pony King, black blood kept gushing out of Zhao Hua's mouth, his body shook a few times, and then he completely lost his movement, but his eyes were also wide, and his face was full of the words "death".

Swish.

Looking up, Qiu Wanxue's old servant had already chased after him, Yang Yifan didn't chase anymore, turned over and dismounted, searched Zhao Hua's body, and then returned to the valley.

Those Yellow Extreme Realm martial artists under Zhao Hua didn't escape, their courage had already been frightened, not to mention, they didn't think that their speed could be faster than the Xuan Extreme Realm masters and the Red Flame Pony King.

The most important thing is that although Qiu Wanxue is not Yang Yifan's opponent, there is no problem in cleaning up these frightened guys.

Returning to the valley, Yang Yifan went directly back to the tent of his son, sat down, closed his eyes, after more than four months of penance, today is his all-out battle, and he has a lot of feelings, and he needs to calm down and experience it well.

Two hours later.

Swish.

Hearing the voice, he opened his eyes and glanced at them.

It was Qiu Wanxue who walked in, carrying a box made of fine iron in her hand.

To thank you?

Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the box, and then got up, he also wanted to know what Qiu Wanxue was brought.