The battle on Lonely Hope Peak has entered a white-hot stage.

Yang Fan was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether the blood belonged to the enemy or his own, the long sword in his hand did not stop at all, and the sword light was shining, competing with the morning light.

There are less than ten people besieging Yang Fan, but the rest of them are also the most difficult to deal with.

There were men in black lying on the ground, and the blood once again infected this side of the land.

Luo Ling'er was in tears and miserable, she saw the whole process in her eyes, Yang Fan was already covered with sword wounds at this moment.

He San's heart is getting colder and colder, the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be to himself, the movement here will spread sooner or later, and as soon as the Qianniu Guard army arrives, he will have no chance of winning.

He San's heart was horizontal, the long sword in his hand dragged out a sword nearly three feet long, his legs kicked the ground, his body spun wildly like a spinning top, and his body with the long sword in his hand turned into a sharp arrow, shooting towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and a sword swept away the surrounding attacks, and with a long roar in the sky, he slashed towards the sharp arrow sword.

Yang Fan knew in his heart that as long as he killed He San, these people would inevitably be in chaos without a leader, and it would be much easier to save Luo Ling'er at that time, so Yang Fan did not hide, and decided to solve He San by the strongest means.

He Sanyi's martial arts are not lower than Zhang Jiutian, and he is stronger than Zhang Jiutian in the explosive state, how can he be so easy to kill.

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of dust exploded on the ground, and the men in black retreated.

A bloody light flashed, and He San's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and there was no longer a long sword in his hand, no, even the hand holding the sword was gone.

Yang Fan stood in place, looking down at the long sword inserted in his waist, there was still an arm left on the hilt, and blood was gushing out along the blade.

He San fell to the ground, coughed, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he hit Yang Fan hard at the cost of sacrificing an arm.

Yang Fan's figure staggered, and his eyes turned black for a while, He San is not dead, but he can no longer hold on, do you really want to explain here?

Luo Ling'er burst into tears, but she could only make a whining sound, she regretted it now, if she hadn't come to Yang Fan, this would not have happened, with Yang Fan's martial arts, even if he was defeated, no one could stop him if he wanted to escape, but he didn't escape.

He San stood up and looked at Yang Fan with pity: "You lost." ”

Yang Fan sneered and dropped the long sword in his hand, as if he had given up.

He San raised his head and exhaled deeply: "Up!"

The remaining black-clothed men swarmed up, preparing to divide Yang Fan with their swords.

Luo Linger closed her eyes in despair, but unfortunately she couldn't speak, she really hoped that Yang Fan could ignore herself and leave quickly, but she felt extremely comforted in her heart, Yang Fan really didn't even want her life for her.

Yang Fan actually wanted to escape, he now has the responsibility of saving the victims of Lingnan County, if he dies now, the canal will not be opened, and the food of the victims has not yet been found.

However, Yang Fan did not escape, Luo Linger regarded him as a relative, relatives are more important to Yang Fan than anything else, if he escapes today, he will live in self-blame in the future, he doesn't know what the consequences will be if he fights like this, but he chose without hesitation.

The sword was getting closer and closer to Yang Fan, and Yang Fan was about to be shattered in the sword light and sword shadow.

He San endured the pain, and finally a happy smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, a red light flashed, and a black sword appeared in Yang Fan's hand, the black sword was glowing red, and the sword of killing gods was officially unveiled.

With a wild roar, Yang Fan's hair crown rose to the sky, and his black hair flew out, like a demon god descending into the world.

The red light on the god-killing sword was dazzling, and a burst of brilliant fire erupted.

Blood is sprinkled in the air, and the devil cries and wolves howl.

After a moment of rage, all that remained was utterly quiet, and the sounds of bloodshed became distinct.

The people besieging Yang Fan all died and fell to the ground.

Yang Fan held the Divine Sword, looked at He San with cold eyes, and slowly walked over.

He San shuddered, at this moment, he was like a lamb facing a tiger, unable to resist.

He San suddenly retreated to Luo Ling'er's side, reached out and grabbed Luo Ling'er's neck, and yelled at Yang Fan: "Don't come here, if you come over again, I will kill her." ”

Yang Fan stopped and sneered: "Today, no one can save you, if you kill her, I will only make you die worse." ”

He San took out a knife from his arms, put it on Luo Ling'er's neck, and shouted, "Don't come here, I will really kill her." ”

Luo Ling'er opened her eyes, and only He San and Yang Fan were left in front of her, and everyone else was dead, and she didn't know what happened just now.

He San's long sword was still stabbed on Yang Fan's waist, and with Yang Fan's steps, the long sword kept shaking, looking very infiltrating.

Yang Fan took two steps forward, his eyes blazing fiercely.

The knife in He San's hand slidied, and a knife mark immediately appeared on Luo Ling'er's neck, and blood gushed out.

Yang Fan finally stopped, his eyes were unwilling, but helpless, and he said coldly: "You let her go, I can spare you from dying." ”

He San didn't do what Yang Fan wanted, but shouted loudly: "Yang Fan, today there must be a death between the two of us, if you really care about this child, you will decide on your own, as long as you die, I promise you to let him go." ”

Yang Fan looked at He San stunned: "Are you an idiot?do you think I will sacrifice myself to save her?"

The knife in He San's hand was pulled again, and the blood on Luo Ling'er's neck kept gushing out.

He San: "Then let me die with him, I will make you suffer for the rest of your life." ”

Yang Fan roared: "Stop." ”

He San looked like a mad demon: "I won't stop until you die." ”

He San knew that if he couldn't kill Yang Fan today, he would eventually die under the poison, in contrast, he would rather die in the hands of Yang Fan like this.

Yang Fan never dreamed that He San could make such an unreasonable request, but could he watch He San kill Luo Ling'er with his own eyes?

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword on his waist, and blood rushed out, but Yang Fan didn't care about it, and looked at He San coldly: "Do you think I will believe you?"

He San: "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, I can't kill you, the sect leader will definitely find someone else to deal with you, you will die after all, today, I will let this child die with me." ”

He San raised the knife in his hand and was about to stab into Luo Ling'er's chest.

Yang Fan shouted: "Stop, I promise you." ”

In the face of a madman who is not afraid of death, Yang Fan has nothing to do, all he can do is to try his best to delay time.

He San stopped his movements, spat blood in his mouth and shouted, "Then you should quickly break yourself." ”

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, took the sword in his hand, stabbed a sword into his abdomen, and slowly knelt down.

His sword, though deep, avoided all the vital points.

Luo Linger could only shake her head frantically, but she couldn't stop all this, and finally, she looked back and saw the cliff behind her.

Luo Linger did not hesitate, kicked on the ground, pushed the boulder that tied her, and rolled off the cliff together, at this moment, maybe only if she died could she save Yang Fan.