The islander smiled sinisterly at Yang Yifan, and the black light on his fingertips suddenly galloped towards Yang Yifan, and the target was his neck.

Yang Yifan scolded secretly, and his figure rose up and headed towards the battlefield outside. The Xuan-level master is not something he can deal with, so let's hand him over to the two Xuan-level masters outside.

Bursting out of the fastest speed under his normal state, Yang Yifan didn't look back and hugged his head. But after running out for a while, he suddenly felt that the sense of danger was slowly weakening.

What's going on? Yang Yifan's steps did not stop, and he cautiously turned his head to look at the knife shrouded in black light.

This glance almost made Yang Yifan stroke his palms and laugh.

"Gurgling, cooing. ”

The islanders pointed at Yang Yifan with a look of horror on their faces, and their faces were incredulous.

Although he still couldn't understand what he said, this time Yang Yifan thought that he should understand the meaning of his words, which was nothing more than - how can you run so fast!

Yang Yifan ran really fast, and with the blessing of the gold necklace around his neck, his agility at 11 points was almost about to break through the yellow-level ceiling. And although the people of the island country are Xuan-level, they only have a Xuan-level small sword, and the other is just a yellow-level Great Perfection.

It's just that because of its ability to fly, the speed of the ordinary Yellow-level Great Perfection is definitely not as fast as it, and coupled with the sharp aura on its sword body, ordinary people are really not its opponents.

But Yang Yifan is an ordinary person? Of course not! So when Yang Yifan looked back, the little black sword had already been pulled down a large distance by him.

As long as the distance is widened, to be honest, Yang Yifan really has nothing to fear, isn't it guerrilla warfare, buddy is the best at it.

As soon as he flipped his wrist, a yellow rune paper suddenly appeared in Yang Yifan's hand, and when he was about to use his skill to throw the soul fire rune out, the action suddenly stopped, and the yellow rune paper disappeared silently like it appeared before.

Now there are still two people present, or they can't extinguish the existence of their mouths, once they use the soul fire talisman, the hole cards will be exposed. A Huamen disciple using such a strange exercise will undoubtedly make Huamen have more ideas, and it may make Yang Yifan suffer some unwarranted disasters.

Yang Yifan is a lazy person, and lazy people are generally afraid of trouble, so Yang Yifan chose not to use the soul fire talisman.

But not using the soul fire talisman does not mean that Yang Yifan can't deal with this black knife, thinking of this, Yang Yifan laughed twice, his eyes crossed the knife behind him, and looked at the ugly island devil in the distance.

At the moment when Yang Yifan looked at him, the island people felt like they were being targeted by a mouse. That's right, in his eyes, he is the tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and Yang Yifan is a rat who can only hide in Tibet.

And now, the rat seems to have some strange thoughts, and wants to bite his own tiger.

Yang Yifan was also just as expected by the island people, ready to bite him. However, he will not admit that he is a rat, and it is possible that he is a tiger in his heart, and the islanders are hateful rats.

When he saw Yang Yifan go around in a small circle, avoiding the black knife running towards him, the face of the island people suddenly became bitter.

His family knows his own affairs, although he is a Xuan-level martial artist, he is not known for his speed, and he only relies on two gods, one black and one silver. In addition, in order to repair the silver knife before, he vomited a large mouthful of essence blood.

You must know that essence blood is different from ordinary blood, there is a saying that there is a drop of essence and ten drops of blood, and one drop of essence blood is equivalent to a hundred drops of essence, which shows how precious essence blood is.

The people of the island country are not waiting to be killed, and they glanced at the silver knife that was still fighting with Xu Qing, and a look of incomparably painful flesh flashed in their eyes. But no matter how good the god is, it can't compare to his own life, and the god can be regained if he is gone, and it's a big deal to start a family and have a child again, but if the little life is gone, it's really gone!

And as long as you rush out, you can call your companions in, believing that they have dealt with those guys outside, and when the time comes, a few Xuan-level will beat her up, so that she won't be able to get her mind back.

Thinking of this, the island people did not hesitate anymore, and the steps under their feet were staggered, wanting to bypass Yang Yifan and run out of the fork.

Yang Yifan looked at the island people and smiled, he also wanted to run out before, so at this time, he had to get closer to the exit, how easy it was for the island people to bypass him and run out!

The island people detoured Yang Yifan also followed the detour, just to block in front of him.

"Gurgling!"

The islanders roared at Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan rolled his eyes, what are you talking about, I don't understand!

The words were incomprehensible, but the gestures were international, but Yang Yifan would not let go as he wanted, but accelerated and pounced towards him.

The islanders looked at Yang Yifan's pupils that pounced on him, and stretched out his hand to point at the black knife, and then saw that the knife was no longer chasing Yang Yifan, and directly turned around and rushed towards the islanders themselves, the speed was so fast and urgent, I didn't know that I thought I was going to kill him.

Maybe... Did he really kill his own?

Seeing that the knife was almost in front of the island people, he didn't slow down at all, and rushed straight towards his body.

Yang Yifan is a little inexplicable, he hasn't done anything to him, why did he commit suicide? Or are the people of the island like this, if they can't fight, they will be disemboweled? But his position is not very right, it should be aimed at the heart.

There was no sound of stabbing flesh and blood as Yang Yifan expected, and there was no picture of flesh and blood splashing. The black knife was like a drop of blood that melted into the sea, and it melted into it the moment it touched the body of the island people.

After integrating the black knife, the momentum of the island people suddenly skyrocketed, bringing Yang Yifan a sense of crisis even more than the black knife before.

Is this a fit?

Yang Yifan touched his chin and thought, there are quite a lot of tricks in this island country, and they are both flying swords and combinations, but I don't know if I can combine them in the future?

Thinking of the appearance of himself and the summoned skeleton, Yang Yifan suddenly shuddered, leaving the not-so-beautiful picture far behind.

Yang Yifan looked at the imposing island people, and he was not flustered in his heart, a Xuan-level master with a great vitality and a yellow-level Great Perfection knife combined, it should not be able to restore him to Xuan-level strength. As long as it is not Xuan-level, Yang Yifan is fully confident that he can handle it.

As soon as the figure moved, Yang Yifan took the initiative to pounce on the islanders with the Pu knife in his hand, and the islanders looked at Yang Yifan who pounced on him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, his right hand shook slightly, and a pitch-black light appeared in his palm, and then the light gathered quickly, and he actually embodied a black long knife.