Swish!

With Xing Daorong's roar, everyone understood that Yang Fan had actually learned the Seven Kills of Drifting Snow with only one performance from his hall master.

"Impossible! It took me more than ten years to learn this exercise. It took another fifty years to be able to fully perform it, and another hundred years to truly master this exercise. ”

Xing Daorong roared loudly, his eyes were about to split, he picked up the long sword again, pointed at Yang Fan, and said.

"It took me more than a hundred years for someone as gifted as me to learn, how could you possibly just look at it? You're just bluffing so that I'm panicking and then taking advantage of the opportunity to attack me. Haha, I guessed it right. ”

Xing Daorong laughed again in the blink of an eye, with an expression that saw through Yang Fan's conspiracy.

"Alas!"

"You don't have to pretend, you don't have to deceive yourself anymore, you can already see that this is me really casting the Snow Seven Kills, don't you?"

Yang Fan sighed and asked rhetorically.

Xing Daorong, who was still laughing, stopped laughing abruptly, staring at Yang Fan with an ugly face, and a sense of inferiority in his heart spontaneously arose, and Yang Fan's words pierced his heart.

Yang Fan was right, Xing Daorong had already recognized that this was a real performance, but he was arrogant and did not allow him to admit that someone's talent surpassed him, so he deceived himself, this was just an illusion that Yang Fan had conjured.

"What if you learn it secretly? I'm proficient in this exercise, and you've just learned it, so how can you be my opponent. ”

After speaking, Xing Daorong's whole person disappeared, and Yang Fan followed closely and disappeared as well.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw that there was an invisible hand that rolled up the blood and blue snowflakes and intertwined them.

Some killers who had already entered the Tribulation Period in half a step could vaguely feel that the spatial fluctuations between the two colors of snowflakes were very obvious.

Every time there is a spatial fluctuation, it will be accompanied by some snowflakes that break and turn into powder. These snowflakes are both bloody and blue.

A feast of snowflakes began.

The snowflakes on the ground were sucked up by the tornado composed of snowflakes, and a blue and a blood-colored tornado collided with each other in the air, and there was a thumping sound of mirrors shattering.

That's because of the fragmentation of space caused by too much spatial tremor.

The tornado of snowflakes of two colors became more and more intense, and the surrounding space began to be unstable, and from time to time there was a spatial turbulence that sucked some snowflakes into it.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer snowflakes of both colors, and the space gradually stabilized.

Some of the killers noticed that there were significantly fewer blood-colored snowflakes than blue ones, but the fierce battle did not end.

About ten minutes later, when everyone had passed the addiction of fighting between the powerhouses of the Mahayana period, the last blood-colored snowflake in the air shattered, and a figure sprang out of it and smashed to the ground, very embarrassed.

Burst!

That embarrassed figure was none other than Xing Daorong.

I saw him spurt out a mouthful of blood, his clothes were in tatters, there were knives and bruises everywhere, he was panting, and he stared at the figure in the air with an angry look.

"Hall Master!"

The four Shadow Guards who were still alive stood in front of Xing Daorong, holding various tones in their hands, and they all aimed at Yang Fan, even if they knew that they were not Yang Fan's opponents, they still had to make a move.

"Stand down!"

The four of them didn't say a word, and after helping Xing Daorong up, they stood behind him, their whole body momentum released, ready to shoot at any time.

"I didn't expect that the dogs you cultivated in the dark were still quite loyal. ”

Yang Fan sneered.

Xing Daorong was not sad or happy, and whispered to the four people behind him.

"I'll keep him in a hurry, and the four of you will go and call your own people at once, and bring important things on standby. I'll blow myself up near the formation, believing that I can blow up a gap in the formation. At that time, you will separate and flee, and be sure to communicate today's events to headquarters. ”

"No, hall master, we will not run away, we will fight side by side with you!!"

The four of them spoke in unison, and their voices contained their firm determination in their tones.

"Shut up! This is my last command, and you must obey it. ”

Xing Daorong was very annoyed.

"Yes......"

In the end, loyalty to Xing Daorong prevailed, and they could only agree.

"It's now!"

Suddenly, Xing Daorong burst into flames, burning the essence blood and longevity of his body, and his combat power was close to Yang Fan, but he was no longer Yang Fan's opponent.

Although he didn't know what Xing Daorong was going to do, Yang Fan was confident that he could defeat him.

Bang bang bang!

The two fought together again, and the four of them and Tong Lao took the opportunity to rush to the building of Dark Night, packing up all the highly confidential documents and important things related to Dark Night, they already knew that Dark Night would be destroyed today. Even among the five of them, after Yang Fan finished solving his hall master, he would kill the generals, and at that time, there might not be a single one who could survive, but they did not regret it, and they did not regret joining the Night Killer Association.

They also believed that when the president of the Dark Night Headquarters knew about this, he would definitely kill Yang Fan and avenge the hall master and themselves.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that it wouldn't be long before even the president they looked up at would die in the hands of Yang Fan.

But that's all for later.

Boom Boom!

Xing Daorong was completely desperate, facing the long knife slashing at his chest, as if he didn't see it, he also stabbed Yang Fan's neck with a long sword, which made Yang Fan very passive.

When the strong fight between them, they hate this kind of lifeless fighting style the most, they don't want to live, and they want to drag the enemy to be buried together.

After the battle, Xing Daorong used his afterglow to see four Shadow Guards, Tong Lao, and a group of people from the dark night who couldn't be named.

"It's time!"

Xing Daorong said in a low voice, and then walked towards the edge of the formation as he retreated.

Finally, the two of them had come to the edge of the formation, and Xing Daorong suddenly roared.

"Get ready!"

When dozens of people heard this, they were shocked, and a sense of sadness grew in their hearts.

After saying these four words, Xing Daorong suddenly approached Yang Fan, just hugged Yang Fan, the true yuan force in his body rioted, and in the blink of an eye, an unstable aura emanated from his body.

"It's not !! good"

Yang Fan's face changed, and his fists slammed into Xing Daorong with all his might, Xing Daorong was beaten to the point that he vomited blood, but his hands still did not let go.

Seeing Xing Daorong's body bulging, Yang Fan could sense that the terrifying True Yuan Force was scurrying around Xing Daorong's body, and it wouldn't be long before it exploded.

A strong man in the early stage of Mahayana blew himself up, even if a monk in the late Mahayana period came, he had to deal with it carefully, let alone Yang Fan in the middle of Mahayana.

"Boom!"

With Xing Daorong's loud roar, a terrifying explosion sounded, and the aftermath of the explosion swept through the entire formation.

Fortunately, before the self-explosion, Xing Daorong deliberately controlled the range of the self-explosion, which was only a dozen meters around, but the power was even more hitting.

The aftermath of the explosion only knocked everyone down, and there was no real damage.