Boom.

Behind him, the wings of the demon god unfolded violently, and the whole person directly turned into a streamer, almost instantly in front of the sea turning clouds, and the blood shadow spear held in his right hand stabbed suddenly, and the extremely powerful aura surged.

Damn it.

Hai Chuyun's teeth were about to crush, but he had no choice but to raise his halberd to resist.

While.

Sparks splashed, and the great force shook the void.

Swish.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a blood-colored arc crossed and fell towards the top of the sea cloud again.

It was the Blood Shadow Spear that cut it down.

Hai Chuyun's reaction was not slow, and as soon as his hands were raised, the halberd was raised.

It's a bang again.

The wound on the right hand of the two of them widened a lot at the same time, and blood gushed out like a spring of water, dripping onto the ring.

Can't shake it off at all.

Hai Chuyun was a little anxious, Yang Yifan, who had cast the wings of the Demon God, had a lot more speed than before, and the time to shoot was shorter, he couldn't retreat at all, let alone break out of any magical powers.

The whole scene had already fallen into a dead silence, and many people were staring at Yang Yifan in the ring, their eyes were full of undisguised horror, they never dreamed that Yang Yifan would suppress the sea and clouds like this.

"Hillbilly, I'm fighting with you. ”

At this moment, Hai Chuyun suddenly shouted, his bloodshot eyes were full of madness, and when Yang Yifan's blood shadow spear slashed down again, his right hand flicked, the halberd avoided, and then slashed at Yang Yifan's shoulder.

He wanted to get rid of Yang Yifan by being injured, the scale armor on his body was not an ornament, he would not be seriously injured or die if he was shot by Yang Yifan, and Yang Yifan didn't want to be injured under his halberd, so he could only retreat.

Burst.

The sound of flesh and blood being pierced sounded, the scale armor in front of Hai Chuyun's body shattered, the tip of the spear submerged into it, and almost at the same time, the halberd also fell on Yang Yifan's shoulder, and a piece of blood splashed up.

"You... ”

Hai Chuyun's eyes widened, he didn't expect Yang Yifan to not hide.

"I don't want to use this move anymore, and you still want to deal with me?"

Yang Yifan looked like crazy, the more he was injured, the more crazy he became, his right hand twitched, the blood shadow spear detached, and then paused slightly, and then stabbed at Hai Chuyun's body again, "If you like this style of fighting, accompany you to the end." ”

Lunatic!

He's a complete lunatic.

This kind of lose-lose style of play actually doesn't want to use it anymore, isn't this a madman?

The surrounding martial artists were all frightened by Yang Yifan's madness and ruthlessness, and they saw for the first time what it means to play with life, which is completely just playing with his head pinned to his trouser belt.

The other geniuses watching from the side were even more frightened, many of them had directly given up the idea of wanting to compete with Yang Yifan, this kind of madman was not something they could match at all.

Poof.

The spear and halberd fell on Hai Chuanyun and Yang Yifan again, and terrifying wounds appeared, and blood gushed wildly.

I'm scared.

Hai Chuyun is already completely afraid, he has always crushed his peers in his life, and when he competed with Wind Scar, Yuntang, and Tianlan, it was also up to the point, when had he experienced such a murderous fighting style?

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his body, watching the blood holes appear, he was finally afraid, and with a little foot, the whole person retreated towards the rear again.

Call.

The wings of the demon god shook, and Yang Yifan instantly followed, "Aren't you very noble? ”

Crazy, crazy.

This is the state of Yang Yifan at this moment.

Can't get rid of it.

I can't get rid of it.

The anxiety in Hai Chuanyun's heart has reached a point where it is impossible to increase, he can only be forced to fight Yang Yifan again and again, the wounds on his body continue to increase, and his breath has begun to weaken.

It can be seen that Yang Yifan's injuries are similar to him, but the momentum is several times stronger than before, and every move is filled with a violent aura that makes his heart palpitate.

Click.

Chen Nanfeng, who was watching from the side, was about to crush his fists, his old face was ugly like his dead parents, and he kept scolding the sea and clouds in his heart for being a waste, and he was suppressed to such a point by Yang Yifan's little beast.

It's too strong.

The other powerhouses were full of shock, including the Quasi-Saint Zhong Dao, who was also sighing in his heart, he had never seen a young man as crazy as Yang Yifan, and his will to fight was so strong.

Zhong Dao knew very well that it was not that Hai Chuanyun's strength was completely crushed by Yang Yifan, but that Hai Chuanyun chose the wrong way of fighting, and at the moment of fighting for strength, Hai Chuanyun fell into a disadvantage, but Yang Yifan seized the fleeting opportunity, never gave up, and constantly expanded this advantage.

How many bloody battles have you experienced?

Zhong Dao stared at Yang Yifan, and the joy in his eyes was even worse.

"Throw in the towel. ”

At this time, a strong man of the Hai family suddenly shouted.

He had already seen it clearly, the aura on Hai Chuyun's body was turbulent, and the Jiaolong Transformation could no longer hold on, in this case, once the Jiaolong Transformation was lifted, it would be death.

Admit defeat?

Hai Chuanyun wanted to vomit blood in humiliation, his teeth were clenched, he had always looked down on Yang Yifan, and insulted Yang Yifan as a hillbilly in various ways, but now he wants him to admit defeat, how can he accept it?

Swish.

But at this moment, the scale armor on his chest suddenly dissipated, and there was a feeling of weakness in his body, when he saw Yang Yifan shaking the wings of the demon god and chasing him again, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a lift of his right hand, the halberd slashed down.

"I... ”

Before he could say anything, he saw a fist with blood splattered and smashed.

It was Yang Yifan's left fist.

The surrounding martial artists all saw it clearly, and between the lightning and flint, Yang Yifan brazenly waved his left fist, almost sticking to the long halberd, and the flesh and blood on the back of his entire hand were torn off.

"Recognize ... ”

Bang.

Hai Chuyun's mouth was hit with a heavy punch, his teeth fell out, blood splattered, his whole face was deformed, and he couldn't say the last word anymore, and his eyes showed a look of panic and fear, and he kept retreating.

But how can his speed catch up with Yang Yifan?

Closely, the blood shadow gun blocked the halberd with a bang, and Yang Yifan hit Hai Chuanyun's body, and then his left fist smashed into Hai Chuanyun's big mouth again.

With a successful blow, Yang Yifan's left hand shrank, his five fingers opened, and he swiped down and fell on the neck of Hai Chuyun, pinched it tightly with a snap, and then grabbed it suddenly.

"No... ”

The shouts of the people of the Hai family rang out.

Hai Chuyun also struggled constantly, and even he couldn't care about the rules of the ring, so he directly took out the powerful treasure from the storage ring, wanting to die with Yang Yifan.

But it didn't work at all, before he could use it, his body suddenly headed towards Yang Yifan, and then there was a pop, and the blood shadow gun pierced his chest, and he seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking, and then his body froze.

Kill!

One of the four princes, Hai Chuyun, was killed like this.

There was a dead silence in the whole scene, no one spoke, just stared at the ring with wide eyes.

(End of chapter)