...... "Bastard, you dare to commit murder in front of me!"

Seeing that Li Yihan was kicked away by Yang Fan, Li Zhongjun was immediately furious, and the voiceprint mystic technique rippled away like a wave of patterned sound!

Li Zhongjun's place to be able to become a squad leader, relying on the voiceprint mystic skills of this lower grade, the inheritance comes from the dragon language, if the real dragon is here, he can break the mountains and rivers in one breath, and those who are a little lower in the realm may be shocked to death!

His voice was not very loud, he didn't use Xuan Qi to expand his voice, he just simply shouted, and it could be transmitted to Yang Fan and Tang Sanfat!

Yang Fan had a bewitching look in his eyes, but he could clearly see that the voiceprint mystical technique was rippling in front of Li Zhongjun, with a powerful momentum, and he glanced at Tang San Fat behind him!

Under such a sound, Tang Sanpang was very likely to be shocked to death, and it was not at all something that only Tang Sanpang of the Throne Realm could withstand!

Yang Fan didn't say anything, he just took a step forward, protected Tang Sanpang behind him, and let the sound all hit him, Tang Sanpang saw that Yang Fan was like a little hen, giving up the possibility of escaping by himself, helping himself resist the attack, he wanted to stop Yang Fan!

"Yang Fan, you don't want to die!" But Tang Sanpang couldn't pull Yang Fan away, Yang Fan in the form of a divine soul was like a giant, how could Tang Sanpang shake Yang Fan!

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

The sound was like a knife, slashing at Yang Fan's body, and every time he made a sound, Yang Fan spit out a mouthful of blood, and the last sound hit Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan only felt that he had suffered a major blow all over his body, his soul became scattered, and his internal organs were even more earth-shattering, Yang Fan vomited blood as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he was about to vomit out his internal organs!

And that Wu'an and the Praetorian Guards took advantage of the sound to pass, and all pounced on Yang Fan, although they couldn't condense their divine sense, but their faces were full of fierceness and murderous spirit, and they rushed towards Yang Fan, and the situation was extremely critical!

"Fatty, let's go!" Yang Fan ignored the injuries on his body, and in the form of his divine soul, he carried Tang San Fat as if he was carrying a chicken, and carried him to the sinkhole quickly!

And the speed of those red unicorns was not affected by the divine power at all, the speed was only faster than Yang Fan, not slower than Yang Fan, and Yang Fan didn't know how many knives he had been cut in the wild running all the way.

Blood spilled all over the ground, like plum blossoms, but Yang Fan gritted his bloody teeth and insisted on throwing Tang Sanfat into the sinkhole!

"Yang Fan!" In mid-air, Tang Sanpang saw Yang Fan, who was already crumbling, and wanted to hold him, but he could only get farther and farther away from him, and finally landed in the sinkhole, but Yang Fan was already surrounded by the guards at a distance of only a few dozen zhang from the sinkhole.

"Yang Fan, don't be caught yet!" Wu An held the scimitar in both hands and scolded loudly: "Even if you enter the sinkhole, you are just a death, why do you need to beg for death like this!"

"Arrested?" Yang Fan sneered, he was covered in blood, the corners of his mouth were still dripping with blood, his whole body was already numb, and his consciousness was scattered at first.

However, Yang Fan is also strong-willed, he bit the tip of his tongue in one bite, and a fierce spirit made him sober up a little, he pulled out the dagger and took a step forward!

"If you have the guts, come forward and arrest me!" Yang Fan roared, even though he was close to running out of oil and the lamp was dry, and his face was covered with his own blood, but it was not difficult to see the strong battle intent in his eyes from his eyes!

Yang Fan, who was full of murderous intent, took another step forward in this way, shocking Wu An and those Praetorian Guards, they had never seen a single person who had withstood such a big attack and was still able to be full of murderous energy.

Whether it was Wu'an or the Praetorian Guard, whether it was physically or mentally, they were all deeply shocked, because Yang Fan's divine consciousness form had not disappeared, he was persisting with strong willpower, and they didn't know if Yang Fan would be able to fight next!

"You can't let Yang Fan go, you must kill him, kill Yang Fan, kill Yang Fan!" Just after all the Praetorian Guards and Wu'an were suppressed by Yang Fan, Li Yihan's hysterical shouts came from behind them!

Li Zhongjun's eyes narrowed, he glanced at Li Yihan, who was not lightly injured, he snorted coldly, and said, "Hmph, junior, I came to fight you!"

Li Zhongjun held the red unicorn under the seat, held a spear in one hand, and stabbed Yang Fan's chest with all his strength, Yang Fan only felt a cold behind him, making him shrink suddenly, and he woke up as if he had been poured a basin of cold water!

"I want to thank you for this shot!" As soon as Yang Fan turned around, he saw the shot that Li Zhongjun pulled out of the mountains and rivers, Li Zhongjun was going all out, how could Yang Fan not accept it!

In his Divine Soul Form, he raised the dagger in his hand and blocked the gun, and then his huge Divine Soul Form bounced up with the power of Li Zhongjun, and rushed headlong into the heavenly pit like a meteor!

"Damn junior, where to escape!" Li Zhongjun didn't expect Yang Fan to have such a precise control over power, he picked up the spear in his hand and threw it at Yang Fan!

"Huhu!" The spear rubbed a strong wind in the air and nailed it towards Yang Fan, Yang Fan's whole person was in a daze, where could he dodge such a strong attack.

With a 'poof', the head of the spear sank into Yang Fan's chest, and as Yang Fan fell into the sinkhole together, Li Zhongjun chased after him with a very ugly face.

The cloudy sinkhole is bottomless, where can you still see Yang Fan's figure, and Li Yihan was also helped by Wu An at this time, and he was not lightly injured by Yang Fan's angry kick.

"Is Yang Fan dead?" Li Yihan looked at Li Zhongjun and Wu An and asked in a deep voice.

However, Li Zhongjun snorted coldly with some disdain, and said: "This sinkhole is a passage into the interior of the Divine Emperor Mountain, and for thousands of years, countless people have never come out after entering. ”

"That Yang Fan was so seriously injured, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't want to come back alive!"

"Let Yang Fan die like this, it's really cheaper for him!" Li Yihan glanced at the sinkhole with an uncalm tone in his heart, and he didn't think that Yang Fan could still be alive if he fell from such a high place.

But Li Yihan was not very relieved, so he led Wu An and some of the guards to wait on the edge of the sinkhole, and always sent people to closely watch the movements below.

And on an unknown mountain peak in Gyeongshu, Asahina sat quietly on the peak, which was the highest peak in Gyeongju, and he sat on it looking down at the land of Gyeongshu, and suddenly felt a vision.

Above the originally cloudy sky, ten dazzling stars flickered, like a mischievous little ghost blinked, and a force of stars fell from the sky and landed on him.

The gray, earth-colored bead he was wearing in his hand broke off and fell to the ground, falling into the mountain peak and not knowing where it bounced, and Asahina looked at the broken thread quietly, his brow furrowed.

After a long time, he looked in the direction of the Divine Emperor Mountain, and there was a twist beside him, and the Xuanque appeared out of thin air, his whole body was still wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only those eyes that glowed red.

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