At the back gate of the imperial city, the three swords went deep into the stone slab, and Ye Ningshuang looked ahead as if he was under the snow-covered mountain.

This time, it was not the five gates of smoke and rain, but the demon who lurked in the imperial capital, and his body structure was somewhat different from that of other half-demons.

Most of their faces are extremely vicissitudes, with bloodshot appearances, and their pupils are not only dull, like dead people, but even their eyes have changed color, and the color after the change is extremely uniform, all of them are miserable green.

The miserable green eyes naturally look eerie and terrifying in such a night.

But Ye Ningshuang didn't feel any fear, his sword array didn't have to kill, it was enough to resist the footsteps of these half-demons.

She wasn't sure if she could hold it from behind her.

Zhou Yuanyang was able to open this imperial city gate, and naturally bought many imperial guards who were supposed to guard this city gate.

Monk Zhenjian stood behind Ye Ningshuang, staring at the Zhou Tian Dynasty army behind the crack in the door, a little frightened.

The army is different from cultivators, they can't compare to the sect disciples when they fight alone, but the combined attack technique allows them to exert their strength beyond the limit.

In particular, this army is not a local straggler, but a royal forest army in the imperial city, even if it is a strong person in the Xuan Realm, it must be afraid of three points.

Monk Zhenjian wasn't sure if he would be able to stop the 300-strong garrison, but he had to hold it before the eldest and second brothers arrived.

Monk Zhenjian's old face showed a rare solemn look.

Without any hesitation, he pinched an abacus again, he knew that throwing it would cause a lot of damage to himself, but tonight it seemed that it could only be so.

Of course, he didn't pat his armband politely. He wished he hadn't thrown the bead.

At the same time, Monk Zhenjian asked, "What happened to the sixth brother?"

Ye Ningshuang showed a smile and said, "The dust has settled. ”

Just listen to Ye Ningshuang's calm tone. Monk Zhenjian knew that Lin Fan should have won.

But think about it, that's to be expected.

The picture of Lin Fan shining the spirit crystal with one hand is still hovering in his mind. With ninety-nine such spirit crystals, Lin Fan was already extraordinary in terms of the quantity and quality of the most basic spiritual energy.

Even if the other party is the ninth son of Shoutianguan, but so what?

Is there anyone who can compare with Zhou Tianren in the Nine Sons of Shoutian?

But Lin Fan can really be compared.

Thinking of this, Monk Zhenjian took a deep breath and looked at the Imperial Forest Army holding a shield not far in front of him, his eyes were firm.

The sixth brother is not ashamed, and he, who is the third brother, naturally can't be ashamed!

............

Lin Fan pierced Tang Yi's shoulder with a sword.

Tang Yi fell on the stone slab, splashing some ice and rain chips. Finally realized that he himself seemed to have made a big mistake.

The choice both during and before the battle is extremely unwise.

However, it is clearly too late to conclude by now.

Lin Fan wouldn't give him a chance, and wouldn't even say a word.

Knowing this, Tang Yi naturally also understood that any strategy had no effect, and now the rest could only struggle as hard as they could, or pray to the gods to save him.

But the only action he could make was to turn around and face Lin Fan.

Then he found that the wound on his shoulder was sometimes frozen. Sometimes it's hard to burn.

Lin Fan's Frost Flame Twin Divine Powers raged in the wound, and within a moment, all the power in Tang Yi's body had been exhausted.

Lin Fan looked at Tang Yi, whose face was like ashes, and the little white dragon wrapped around him let out a roar. I don't know if it's because of the imminent blood, or because the aura on Lin Fanzhou's body has brought a lot of benefits to his injuries.

And after this roar, Lin Fan strode forward with his sword.

The ice ballast in mid-air began to melt. After Lin Fan took a step, what he walked in was no longer the frost world, but walking through the rain.

At this time. Lin Fan's mentality did not change at all.

He knew that Tang Yi had been hit hard, but he didn't let down the slightest vigilance. The dog will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry, not to mention that Tang Yi is a strong dog.

If this kind of thinking was known to Tang Yi, Tang Yi would definitely be angered and stimulated to a trace of potential.

It's just that his consciousness has been chaotic, and his vision has begun to blur, and he can only vaguely see Lin Fan coming with his sword, and he can also hear the sound of the tip of the sword dragging on the stone slab in the rain.

There was no doubt that as long as he entered the attack distance, Lin Fan would kill him with a single sword.

And Lin Fan did the same.

The Qingfeng sword came out again, and a frost scraped through.

Tang Yi made one last struggle, he slammed his wound hard, trying to let the pain awaken his consciousness that was about to sink.

After doing this action, Tang Yi's eyebrows were already frosted.

He took a deep breath of the unusually cold air, knowing as if he was about to die.

Then a strong reluctance came over me.

Tang Yi was poor as a child in this life, and he understood the truth of the law of the jungle when he was young, and he thought that one day he might die inexplicably.

But he definitely didn't want to die in the hands of Lin Fan.

But that's fine.

At least Lin Fan is his strongest opponent among his peers, putting aside prejudices, maybe when Lin Fan's name rings out tomorrow, someone will mention him who once had infinite glory, of course, he is just Lin Fan's stepping stone.

The unwilling emotions disappeared with such thoughts, Tang Yi stood up, puffed up his chest in the wind and rain, and opened his arms.

It's not like death.

But it is also chic and abnormal.

Lin Fan's Qingfeng sword struck again in the ice and snow, and the tip of the sword quickly touched Tang Yi's right shoulder, and then slanted down to the left rib, all the way to the frost and snowflakes wanton, accompanied by blood.

This picture fell in the eyes of many cultivators who rushed to the back gate of the imperial city.

When they found out who the two young men in the rain were, they couldn't stop it from happening.

But there is no doubt that many people will take this image to heart.

Lin Fan in the rain put away his sword and was solemn.

Tang Yi in the rain raised his eyebrows and was sober.

Originally, the two young men who should have the most potential to become great cultivators in the future of the Zhou Tian Dynasty looked at each other and smiled, they didn't extinguish their enmity, they just felt that their opponents were not bad.

Blood gushed wildly after Lin Fan collected his sword.

Tang Yi is still standing, which is the last way for him to maintain his dignity.

He could feel his life passing, but he wasn't afraid.

Because he has always been a ruthless person, both for others and for himself.

Lin Fan looked at Tang Yi without speaking, and then glanced at the sky on a rainy night, as if he was a little puzzled by Tang Yi's actions.

But for a moment, Lin Fan looked at Tang Yi squarely and said softly: "Originally, I thought you were just a dog, but now it seems that I underestimate you a little, since you choose to die like a man, I will give you a man's death." ”

Then he raised his sword and slashed again.

This time, the tip of the sword went from the left shoulder to the right rib, and Lin Fan gave Tang Yi an X. (To be continued......)