"Get down on my knees. ”

A cold voice rang out, with a shocking power that pierced the warrior's heart.

This is the power of the powerhouse of the Divine Soul Realm, after the Divine Soul is born in the fire, the power of the soul is great.

Yang Yifan was very uncomfortable.

Whether it is the evil demon or the original Nakshatra, it is the existence that crushes this guy, and the incomparable coercion is even greater.

But the coercion of those people has converged, and it has only inadvertently spread out.

And this Xue Haotian deliberately came to target him.

Tick.

In just such a moment, a layer of fine cold sweat had already appeared on Yang Yifan's forehead, and even his humming teeth were clenched all of a sudden.

Coercion from the soul.

It's too painful.

A hundred times more painful than a physical injury.

He felt as if the sea of consciousness was about to be torn apart.

Can it still last?

Xue Haotian was a little surprised.

On weekdays, martial artists of the Xuanji Realm would feel uncomfortable when they saw him, unable to withstand the majesty of the Divine Soul Realm.

But this Yang Yifan can still stand under his target, and this willpower is not bad.

"Get on your knees. ”

Another cold snort came.

This time it's even worse.

There was an unintentional force drilling into his head, making Yang Yifan feel as if his entire head was about to explode.

In just a moment, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his whole body was directly soaked by the cold sweat that broke out.

His feet were already a little flashy, but Yang Yifan still gritted his teeth and held on.

There was a flicker of madness in his eyes, unyielding, like a ferocious beast.

"I, Yang Yifan, don't worship the sky, don't kneel on the ground, only kneel to my parents in my life, how can you let me kneel?"

A deep voice came from between his throats.

"The bones are quite hard. ”

Xue Haotian's face was full of indifference, and he was also a little angry.

In his opinion, Yang Yifan was just a small beast in the middle of the Xuanji Realm, and he should have been frightened by him and directly collapsed to the ground, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

But now instead of kneeling, he dares to say such a thing, how can this make him not angry?

At this moment, even Zixing admired Yang Yifan a little.

It's nothing to be tough in normal times, and many people can do it.

But he could still be so tough in front of a Divine Soul Realm powerhouse, he didn't know if anyone else would dare besides Yang Yifan, at least he didn't have the courage.

"Is this how the deacons of the sect bully the small?"

At this time, Nangong Wu spoke.

"Big bullying small?"

Xue Haotian waved his hand.

Nangong Wu was immediately hit by the surging spiritual power and kept retreating, and then he hit the wall with a bang.

"Little girl, for the sake of your Nangong family ancestor, spare you once. ”

Xue Haotian snorted coldly.

Nangong Wuyu bit her teeth and just wanted to speak.

"Enough. ”

Yang Yifan snorted, "Shut up for me." ”

Nangong Wu wants to fulfill her mother's last wish and place her mother's spiritual seat in the ancestral hall of the Nangong family, so she has to join the Star Picking Sect, and she can't offend this guy at this time.

And he doesn't care.

It's okay not to join the Star Picking Sect.

"I'd like to see how long you can take it?"

Xue Haotian's cold gaze kept staring at Yang Yifan.

As soon as the soul of the sea god moved, the coercion that spread out increased again, and it swept out like a storm.

It's even more terrifying!

Yang Yifan's eyebrows were even stained with blood oozing out.

Before, it seemed that he was pressing a mountain, but now it is like pressing ten, and his body is gradually unable to bear it.

The feet are already bending down little by little.

It's too strong!

Even Zhang Xian felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The Divine Soul Realm is really too strong, let alone Yang Yifan, even he can't resist it at all.

Give up?

Everyone present stared at Yang Yifan, what was the point of struggling?

No.

Yang Yifan clenched his teeth.

How is it possible to get him to his knees?

At this moment, it was as if he was in a deep quagmire.

Squeezing every ounce of strength in his body, he raised his right hand little by little and touched towards the Blood Shadow Spear on his back.

It's close.

It's getting closer.

Yang Yifan's knees were getting closer and closer to the ground.

Are you still going to be forced to kneel?

Nangong Wu's teeth were about to burst her lips, and she knew very well what it meant for Yang Yifan?

I swear by martial arts that if I can enter the realm of the divine soul, I will cut him with a thousand knives and crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Her eyes stared straight at Yang Yifan, and she secretly made a martial arts oath in her heart.

Hum.

Zixing's face was full of joy, there was nothing more refreshing than seeing Yang Yifan's hard bones succumb.

At this moment, Yang Yifan's fingertips touched the blood shadow gun on his back.

A chilly touch came over in an instant.

Yang Yifan's pale face showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Accompanied by the spear, he experienced bloody battles one after another, and finally got to where he is now.

There are guns to have him.

With a spear in hand, what is he afraid of?

A high battle intent emanated from Yang Yifan's body.

Buzzing.

The Blood Shadow Gun seemed to tremble slightly, and a flash of scarlet light flickered.

Rather bend than bend, the original intention of the gun.

Even if you die, you will not give in.

At this moment, there seemed to be some kind of mysterious connection between Yang Yifan and the Blood Shadow Gun.

Rumble.

The fighting spirit is surging.

Yang Yifan, who was standing there, seemed to have suddenly turned into a peerless spear.

The artistic conception of the unity of man and gun?

Xue Haotian's face was also ugly, as if it was about to drip water, and a sense of grievance swelled in his heart.

This didn't make Yang Yifan kneel, but under the pressure of his divine soul, Yang Yifan's artistic conception was broken through, how could this make him feel refreshed?

Breakthrough?

Zixing's eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide as if he could fit into a fist, how could this be?

Call.

Nangong Wu breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that Yang Yifan would never give in.

She could even guess that Yang Yifan grabbed the Blood Shadow Gun and wanted to kill his feet so as not to kneel on his knees.

And Yang Yifan's five fingers had already opened and grabbed the Blood Shadow Gun.

"From. ”

With the breakthrough of the artistic conception of the unity of man and gun, Yang Yifan's resistance to the coercion of Xue Haotian's divine soul has also increased greatly.

In a moment, he broke free from the coercive shackles.

"Breaking the waves. ”

A low, wounded beast-like roar rang out.

This?

Even Xue Haotian didn't expect that the moment Yang Yifan broke free from the shackles, he would attack him.

It's ridiculous.

What's the difference between this and an ant attacking an elephant?

This is Yang Yifan!

Zhang Xian, Lin Zheng, and even Zixing next to him were silent, staring at the thin figure that rushed away.

"Presumptuous. ”

Xue Haotian snorted coldly, and then waved his right hand.

It's like swatting a fly.

That's right.

In his opinion, Yang Yifan is no different from a fly, and he can be slapped to death with a slap.

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