"At the end of the road, you will only ask for this kind of verbal bargain?"

Hong Fan replied seriously.

"But I think highly of you."

He waved his hand and motioned for the soldier at the table to go away.

"Tonight's event is to carry out both sides and eliminate evil."

"Li Heming has just been conferred the head."

"I've discovered all the tricks you've set up inside and outside the city."

"There is no point in being obsessed, it is better to confess honestly, and you can avoid living crimes."

Hong Fan persuaded in harmony.

Xu was infected by his emotions, and the Xiao brothers calmed down inexplicably.

"You said that Linggao looked at the two of me......"

Xiao Twelve repeated in a low voice, carefully washing off the grease stains on his hands with the residual wine in the cup.

"It's better to say that it's my two brothers who underestimate you."

He raised his eyes to take a closer look at Hong Fan's face.

"Oh, what is it that he gave the star of life......"

At the mention of this stubble, the two brothers invariably showed hatred in the same face.

In Hong Fan's opinion, their emotions are not so much aimed at themselves, but more like the identity of Xingjun.

"The two of you have a grudge against the Sand Star?"

Hong Fan asked.

"You say Ma Jingsha?"

Xiao 13 averted his gaze, and his tone was frivolous.

"It's just an old revolution in the Northland, life is confused, and death is insignificant."

Hong Fan's eyebrows furrowed.

"The aliens in Litong are also worthy of talking about life and death?"

He sneered.

"For your own selfish desires to change the world and change the world, at the expense of harming the innocent, you think you have died a well-deserved death?"

The Xiao brothers were not annoyed when they heard this, but they just sneered and did not answer, and they actually had a bit of martyrdom fanaticism.

"Hong Fan, no matter how smart you are, you are just aiding and abusing!"

Xiao Twelve chuckled under his breath.

The untimely arrogance of the two angered Zheng Zhun, Gongsun Shi and others.

"The traitors are stubborn, and the virtuous nephews don't have to waste time with them anymore."

Zheng Zhun said, motioning for the people below to come forward and arrest him.

At this moment, the innate aura in the Yayuan suddenly shook.

Hong Fan's muscles tightened, his hand pressed on the handle of the knife, and his eyes narrowed.

Between the throats of the two Xiao Clans, a light purple diamond suddenly appeared, and it immediately shattered.

It's like a scale that has been torn off.

In the next moment, the ice and fire went berserk.

Without any words or eye contact, Xiao Twelve and Xiao Thirteen were injured and burst out at the same time, aiming at Hong Fan.

A knife mist of blood shot out from their frozen or carbonized wounds, blowing away the dust.

Extremely cold and hot purple flames swirled in the palms of the two of them.

Everywhere they passed, they left a trail of freezing and burning.

The power exceeds the limit of control, so it spreads between gestures.

In Hong Fan's perception, the scale of the innate aura attracted by the two of them was actually similar to when Li Heming shot with all his might.

The power of the innate triad with the sympathy of heaven and man can be described as terrifying.

But he didn't panic in his heart.

Almost at the moment when the red and blue light colors reflected, Hong Jian, who was in the same column as him, had already reacted.

Last, then first.

Everyone only felt that the fire flashed in front of them, and Hong Jian's figure had disappeared in place.

Xiao 13 claimed to have turned into fire, but at this moment, he felt scorching.

He was still five meters away from Hong Fan, and he was hit in the abdomen by a roar of fire from Hong Jian, who was running in the opposite direction.

The pain didn't have time to dissipate, and the flesh and nerves were already burned out.

There was a thunder in his ears, and Xiao Shisan couldn't hold Ziyan in his hand anymore, and he couldn't steady his steps.

He lost all strength and threw himself forward by inertia.

This scene was seen in the eyes of Xiao Twelve, who was a few steps behind.

According to expectations, Hong Jian, who was born in the quadrangle, was unable to block the killing moves of the two at the same time.

In a fit of rage, Xiao Twelve had no choice but to give up his original goal and press his right palm towards the comer.

Hong Jian is against the hand of the soldering iron.

The fists and palms were handed over, and there was a loud bang.

Since Xiao's twelve and fifteen fingers, the frost white beard has melted in a moment.

The hot wind swept through his right arm like a knife, dismembering the freezing air and obliterating the sleeve of his coat.

Xiao Twelve roared angrily and wanted to move, but he was already grabbed by Hong Jian's throat with his right hand, and after abolishing the dantian, he was left the ground in mid-air.

On the other side, Hong Fan looked coldly at Xiao Shisan's eyes and staggered to the front of him.

After being promoted to the Realm of Tranquility, his nerve reflex speed increased dramatically.

Although it is only a moment, it is enough to make a judgment that the other party is incapacitated.

But Hong Fan still drew his knife.

The courtyard is filled with flames.

The white calamity slashed across the air, and the blade reflected the fire, like the rising sun.

The skull rolls off.

A little golden-red blood slid down the knife, infiltrating the four-character knife inscription of "Xiongqi Killing", and then boiled and evaporated.

"This ......"

Seeing that the important person was beheaded, Zheng Zhun suddenly became angry.

But when he saw the palpitations on Hong Fan's face, he finally retracted his scolding, and only sighed lowly.

Hong Fan's handling just now was excessive, but it was actually deliberate.

Since absorbing the essence blood of the dragon heir and harvesting a dragon soul fruit, he has always had a conjecture.

That is, the person who bears the dragon's blood can become the energy source of the dragon soul tree.

But dragon sons are rare after all.

Killing Xiao 13 at this time can verify the mechanism.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, he silently looked inward, and sure enough, he saw the long wind blowing on the spiritual platform.

The golden roots of the Dragon Soul Tree swayed gently, drawing in the energy from the outside world.

Then, a fruit grows between the branches.

The flesh contains golden veins, but the color of the fruit is only pale red.

It is not ripe.

[The people in the royal family are really able to give birth to the Dragon Soul Fruit. 】

Hong Fan did not move on his face, but he was pleasantly surprised in his heart.

[It's a pity that Xiao Thirteen alone can't catalyze a complete fruit. 】

He didn't find it strange either.

After all, the two Xiao brothers are obviously a few years older than him, and they are practicing the world's first-class exercises, but they only have the sympathetic cultivation of heaven and man, which shows that their talents are very average.

"Lord Zheng, Lord Gongsun."

Hong Fan's heart settled, and he turned to look at the two.

"Just now, I was stimulated by Xiao Shisan's innate killing move, and I overreacted for a while, hurting someone's life."

He bowed slightly, and his words were sincere.

Speaking from the heart, Zheng Zhun cares about this matter.

The traitor of the Heaven Turning Society, the credit of being captured alive must be far greater than death.

But it was Hong Fan who "made the mistake", even if he was dissatisfied, what could he do?

"How can you blame the virtuous nephew for this?"

With years of experience in the ups and downs of the Huan Sea, Zheng Zhun immediately suppressed his emotions, but comforted him without leaking.

"The villains are fighting to the death, but they are to blame."

"And it's not another one."

Following these words, everyone looked at Xiao Twelve.

At this time, he had been thrown to the ground by Hong Jian.

There was no resentment, no intensity, just a twilight face, like dead wood strangled by the autumn wind.

Seriously injured, he forcibly used the self-sacrificing method, and the small half of the meridians in his body have been destroyed.

"Hong Jian, has your cultivation broken through the Innate Four?"

Xiao Twelve raised his head and asked.

"Yes, it's the Innate Liuhe now."

Hong Jian replied.

There was a commotion in the garden.

In particular, Hong Sheng was dumbfounded and couldn't believe his father's words.

"Or Yanliugong?"

Xiao Twelve asked again.

Hong Jian bowed his head.

Xiao Twelve was stunned for a moment before he sighed in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that the small surname of the frontier would produce three heroes in two generations."

"The ancients said that there is no way to heaven and man, and this is also ......"

At the signal of Liao Garrison, several soldiers came up and tied up Xiao Twelve.

At this time, there was a movement of the corpse at the entrance of Yayuan.

The crowd turned to look at it.

Xiao Thirteen's broken bones were stubble, and there was not much bleeding.

"What's that?"

Hong Lie frowned and took a step closer, tilting the torch.

Under the light of the fire, it was a small jade-white snake poking its head out of the wound and swallowing the snake letter.

"Jiajun!"

Hong Lie gasped, took two steps back, pulled out his knife, and called.

Hong Jian, Gongsun Shi and others surrounded him.

With their eyes, they can see more clearly.

This snake is only half of it, and it is actually parasitic on human flesh and blood.

"Hiss ......"

The white snake struggled and swung, Xu lost its host, and died in the eyes of everyone after a while.

The strange scene in front of him was so shocking that the Yayuan was silent.

Hong Fan was worried in his heart, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

(End of chapter)