"Knife like the moon!"

"Kill me!"

Wu An's divine sense also condensed, and after the scimitar in his hand rotated a few times around his fingertips, his divine sense seemed to burst out, rushing towards Yang Fan, who was constantly dodging in the woods.

The knife is like the moon, the scimitar is like the bright moon in the night, Wu An's knife is not easy to come out, and he will see blood when he comes out, his knife is like the bright moon that will shine in the dark night, making a whirring sound in the air, and the divine sense is as powerful as a ghost!

After the dagger swept across the neck of a new student of the Beidou Sect, Yang Fan's fierce hairs stood up, and a powerful and cold murderous aura suddenly attacked from his back, Yang Fan turned around and saw that a light flew in front of him!

"Eight Tibetan Techniques!"

Yang Fan shouted, and the strength of his body instantly wrapped his whole body, impermeable, the scimitar hit his chest, sparks shot everywhere, as if this scimitar was cut on steel, and it couldn't go any further!

But this knife is not an ordinary knife, it contains Wu An's divine sense, it looks like there is only one knife, but in fact it is two knives, the other knife is the knife of divine consciousness, it is more powerful than the steel knife, it is like a sharp blade that can cut steel.

Directly ignoring Yang Fan's strength wrapped in his body, he cut through Yang Fan's white cloak, revealing his fair skin, like a thin steel wire, cutting Yang Fan's chest, and blood spilled out!

"Hongdi, don't make a move yet!" When he felt the cool and incomparably stinging sensation in his chest, how could Yang Fan not know that this was a divine sense attack, this was what he lacked, he had no divine sense, no divine soul, but he had a red heart!

And in Yang Fan's body, there was no slackness, it turned into the body, a big red ball of flesh floated in Yang Fan's hole, after feeling Wu An's divine sense, Hongdi's tentacles were like bees smelling honey, and rushed out quickly!

"Give me back!"

Hongdi's tentacles were like a series of long silks, all hitting Wu An's divine sense, and the scimitar was beaten back by Hongdi, and suddenly, Yang Fan felt the tingling sensation in his chest become lighter.

"Yang Fan, it's not over yet!"

"Punch me!"

However, Yang Fan has not yet breathed a sigh of relief, Li Yihan's divine sense attack has arrived again, Li Yihan has already condensed his divine sense, and after Wu An attacked Yang Fan, he had already prepared to fight the overlord punch.

"And our Chu family's Kurong palm, Yang Fan, see that you are not dead this time!" Chu Wenyuan didn't know when he had come to Yang Fan's back, he had a cold smile on his face, he was the closest to Yang Fan, and his palm had already hit Yang Fan's back.

And on Yang Fan's left side, the killers of the two snowflake organizations had already made a move, and they threw out the scimitars in their hands one after another, not knowing where they went, and they didn't know where they would attack Yang Fan from!

"Bang, bang!"

Li Yihan's divine sense hit Yang Fan's body, Chu Wenyuan's palm hit Yang Fan's vest, Yang Fan spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and the scimitar also appeared at this time, slashing towards Yang Fan's chest.

When he was dying, Yang Fan's afterglow saw that the blade was actually slashing down towards his chest, Yang Fan gritted his teeth, endured the pain all over his body, and tried his best to dodge.

'Poof', although the knife did not fall on Yang Fan's chest, but fell on Yang Fan's lower abdomen, directly penetrating his back, the blood immediately stained his white cloak, and the scimitar was even more sandwiched with Yang Fan's internal organs, which was shocking!

And another scimitar also followed the scimitar that slashed into Yang Fan's body, attacking Yang Fan's chest, and the surrounding sons and daughters of wealthy families also rushed up and rushed towards Yang Fan, everywhere was a colorful mystic qi, illuminating the whole night!

But Yang Fan felt that there was only a buzzing sound left in his head, he felt that the blood in his body was about to drain, and the strength of his whole body seemed to follow the blood out of his body, could it be that he really died here today?

However, Yang Fan was unwilling, he finally came to this point, more than ten years of dormancy, more than ten years of hatred, if he died, what should he do with Qimen, what about his grandfather's hatred, what should he do with his sister's hatred, what should he do with Qimen's hatred, and what should he do with his parents' hatred!

"Ahh As soon as Yang Fan bit the tip of his tongue, the painful feeling instantly sobered him up, he gritted his teeth, his eyes radiated a bright light like a god, he held a dagger in his left hand, and grasped the scimitar in his body with his right hand!

"I'm not reconciled!"

Yang Fan roared and looked up at the sky, his hands were stained with his own blood, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the scimitar in his abdomen, and with the cooperation of Hongdi, he knocked back the other scimitar and didn't know where it fell!

He stood there covered in blood, he was covered in blood, and his white cloak seemed to have turned into a bright red blood robe, the blood was not someone else's, it was Yang Fan's own!

His body was twitching, his calves were trembling, his hands holding the dagger and scimitar were unusually calm, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of blood, at this time, he was like a wounded hungry wolf, full of unyielding fighting intent!

"Is this still human?"

"How can he still stand!"

Those students of the Beidou Sect Academy who originally rushed to Yang Fan couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Yang Fan's appearance at this time, and their bodies also paused, they were frightened by Yang Fan's appearance!

As the children of the major families in the Dongxuan Continent, they have seen countless strong people, countless hard-working geniuses, and many scenes of heroic and bloody battles, but they have never seen anyone like Yang Fan!

They hadn't seen Yang Fan be so cruel to themselves, they hadn't seen a person who could still stand there with a fighting spirit after being besieged by five powerhouses of the Wisdom God Realm, Yang Fan at this time was like a Blood Battle Demon Venerable, he stood there standing tall!

However, they didn't know that in the face of real killing, any small pause was crucial, and the position where Yang Fan stood was not an ordinary position, but an eight-step position!

It's just that the difference is that Yang Fan has no fists, no palms, only two knives, a long scimitar, and an ordinary small scimitar like a dagger, so he stepped out of a spider's web and jumped into the sky!

"Give me all the death!"

Yang Fan's body turned into a ray of light at this time, the sword light flashed continuously, and every time the two knives in his hand waved, they would take a person's life, and the students of the Beidou Sect Academy who killed them fell into the water!

"I can't imagine this person is so brave!" Seeing that Yang Fan was still killing people like a grim reaper after being so seriously injured and wanted to escape, Wu An'an couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Such a person, if he doesn't die today, he will definitely become a great big man one day, but unfortunately, Yang Fan must die today!

He didn't know where to find three knives in his hand, not one, but three, he looked at Yang Fan coldly, and after circling his fingertips, he disappeared in place again, and his person also rushed towards Yang Fan!

"Haha, Yang Fan, you're dead!" Seeing Yang Fan covered in blood, Li Yihan finally saw the hope of killing Yang Fan, he had waited too long for this day, he was going to kill Yang Fan, he was getting closer and closer to Yang Fan!

"The Xuan Ling is mine!" Chu Wenyuan was also rushing towards Yang Fan quickly, and he didn't know when a palm was condensed in his hand, just waiting to be hit out and take Yang Fan's life!

However, just as all of them were besieging Yang Fan, on a mountain peak on the bank of the Xuanjiang River in the Daming Dynasty not far away, a woman in a white robe was rushing, under the light of the Xuanguang just now.

Originally, she was standing beside An Daren on the mountain peak to watch the battle, but she saw the familiar face, the familiar back, and the familiar scene.

That day in the cave of Feilong Valley, that figure was also so strong and unyielding, that familiar face was still so strong and unyielding, who was that person, that was Yang Fan!

And who is she, she is Chen Qianfu, in the cave, she will never forget the robe that Yang Fan covered her with no peculiar smell for the rest of her life, she has always remembered that it was a life-saving grace!

She still remembered that the two of them lived and died together in the cave of Wyvern Valley, she had always been on his not wide back, she had always buried it in her heart, it was love, it was incorrigible poison!

So after seeing Yang Fan, her eyes were lost, her eyes were filled with thick fog, tears rolled out, she flew over there like a desperate death, and the tears dissipated in the wind.

"Someone!" Originally, he didn't expect that Li Yihan and his party would have five powerhouses of the Hui God Realm, and they planned to evacuate after killing Yu Xiaoqian, but when he saw Chen Qianfu rushing towards the bottom of the mountain at high speed, he changed his mind.

Chen Qianfu didn't know why he rushed down, then, he couldn't evacuate, he couldn't watch Chen Qianfu die in front of his eyes, he didn't allow it, because he was Master An, he was Chen Xiaoan, that was his own sister!

"Kill all those people down the mountain!"

For a while, the hidden mysteries around the mountain peak flew out one after another, and Lord An's whole person took off, and the majestic mystical qi rose up to the sky, he was a powerhouse of the Sanpinhui Divine Realm, with four divine senses!

He knew that those people from the Beidou Sect under the mountain were besieging a person, and his sister Chen Qianfu rushed down for that person, and he didn't want his sister to die.

So he condensed his divine sense, and with a thought of his divine sense, it was a thousand miles, and his divine consciousness rose from his body, flying towards Yang Fan's location like an extremely fast pillar of light.

This divine consciousness is unusually fast and extraordinary, if you look closely, under the rapid speed of this divine consciousness, you can vaguely see a dragon like a flying dragon, roaring in the surrounding woods, like a swift dragon roaring past!

This is the most famous trick on the bank of the Xuanjiang River in the Ming Dynasty, there was once an old man surnamed Chen who killed a mad dragon with that sword here, and now there is a young man named Chen Xiao'an, who used that trick here!

He wasn't here to kill the dragon, he was for his sister, his sister wanted to save that person, he didn't know who it was, but it was the person his sister wanted to save.

There was once a dragon in front of him who was slaughtered by his ancestors, and today, whoever stands in front of him will be slaughtered!

This article is from the book king novel