"Bloodstained the world!"

Yang Ran's knife momentum changed again, not only from one knife to a hundred knives, but from a hundred knives to countless knives, and the knife momentum from a wave to an overwhelming storm and waves.

Yang Ran's body and knife momentum fused together perfectly, and the whole person only saw an afterimage, flickering in the storm waves.

Clang...... Syllable!

After a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, there was a heavy 'pop' sound as it was pulled tightly.

Zhao Zaohua blocked Yang Ran's sword, but failed to dodge the slap from Yang Ran's other hand, and with the sound of 'pop', Zhao Zaohua's body was suddenly pumped up, and a bright red slap mark appeared on his face.

Only the third knife, Zhao Zaohua was slapped by Yang Ran.

Originally, Zhao Zaohua had almost retreated to the edge of the dueling platform, and was slapped by Yang Ran and flew up, and landed in the center of the dueling platform.

Many outer disciples stared at each other, covered their mouths with their hands, and almost exclaimed, Zhao Zaohua, as one of the three top giants among the outer disciples, was slapped by Yang Ran in public on the duel platform, and this result was more unacceptable than Zhao Zaohua being slashed by Yang Ran.

Especially the outer disciples who followed Zhao Zaohua, their eyes were full of disbelief, in their hearts, Zhao Zaohua was almost invincible among the outer disciples, even in the face of Senior Brother Tian, they would believe that Zhao Zaohua would never be defeated easily.

However, they couldn't believe it, the fact that Yang Ran slapped Zhao Zaohua away made Zhao Zaohua's tall image in their hearts almost fall in a straight line.

The first slap, not the end, just the beginning!

Zhao Zaohua had just fallen off the dueling platform, and Yang Ran rolled over like a wave, the sword momentum was like a storm, and the people were like a storm, and it was another move to 'break through the red dust'.

The hustle and bustle of the red dust, Yang Ran's sword light, from all directions, slashed towards Zhao Zaohua.

Syllable!

There was another loud bang, Zhao Zaohua was able to block Yang Ran's knife shadow, Yang Ran's palm, mysterious, and another slap swept on Zhao Zaohua's face.

Another bloody palm print appeared, and Zhao Zaohua's face, one left and one right, was branded with a bloody palm print.

This slap, which was heavier than the first slap, made Zhao Zaohua poofed out a mouthful of blood, and several broken teeth were spit out with the blood.

The first slap, Yang Ran was pumped to the sky, so Zhao Zaohua was pumped out, this slap, Yang Ran was slapped from top to bottom, Zhao Zaohua stumbled under his feet, and his body pounced forward.

The head was slapped heavily by Yang Ran, and the violent vibration made Zhao Zaohua's brain lose consciousness for a short time.

A brief loss of consciousness is only a moment, a flash.

However, in an instant, for Yang Ran, it was enough to make a move, Yang Ran stood like a knife, slashed down, and hit the back of Zhao Zaohua's neck.

Zhao Zaohua had just recovered from his loss of consciousness, and an even greater force came from the back of his head, and his brain fell into chaos again.

was slashed in the back of the neck by Yang Ran's palm knife, and Zhao Zaohua's speed of pounce suddenly became faster, and he lay on the dueling platform in a posture of a wild dog pooping on.

"Qiang ......"

Yang Ran put the knife into the sheath, and kicked out at the same time, kicking Zhao Zaohua's body over, Yang Ran stepped forward with an arrow, knelt on both knees, and smashed Zhao Zaohua's two arms under his knees.

The body sat down and directly pressed Zhao Zaohua's body.

Zhao Zaohua had just recovered from the chaotic state of his brain, and before he could feel the severe pain in his head, his body had already been restrained by Yang Ran.

Zhao Zaohua was taken aback, bent his knees and slammed upward, and his knees hit Yang Ran's back, making a thumping sound.

Yang Ran's body seemed to have taken root, and Zhao Zaohua's bent knee failed to touch Yang Ran in the slightest.

Yang Ran held the sword in his left hand, and in his free right hand, his five fingers were put together into a palm, like a whirlwind, and he pulled it down to Zhao Zaohua's face.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Forward pumping, reverse pumping, oblique pumping, free pumping......

I only heard a crackling sound, Yang Ran's palm was like lightning, and with a flick of his fingers, at least ten slaps were drawn, and they were slapped hard and heavily on Zhao Zaohua's face, Zhao Zaohua's face was instantly swollen and swollen, almost becoming a big pig's head.

Zhao Zaohua also hit Yang Ran with his knee a few times, but he couldn't shake Yang Ran's body at all.

With Yang Ran's crackling pull, Zhao Zaohua soon lost the power to resist, leaving only a miserable howl, blood gushing from his mouth, and mouthfuls of teeth spurted out.

The entire outer gate, including the elders and disciples, was all shocked.

The two outer disciples competed, and in the end, there was nothing that could not hold each other or entangled too much, but the slap continued to be drawn.

The slap will not kill the dead for a while, and the injury received is far less than the weight of a knife in the body, but the humiliation received is far greater than any injury.

Yang Ran and Zhao Zaohua fought to this point, and anyone could see it, there was definitely a deep hatred between the two, otherwise Yang Ran would win against Zhao Zaohua, and directly knock Zhao Zaohua off the dueling table, or slash Zhao Zaohua with a knife, or restrain Zhao Zaohua from moving, and hold a knife against the throat, they can win.

However, Yang Ran restrained Zhao Zaohua, and didn't even give Zhao Zaohua a chance to admit defeat when he spoke, and the ear scraper was like a cannon on Zhao Zaohua's face, causing Zhao Zaohua to scream so badly that he couldn't speak at all.

The outer disciples who followed Zhao Zaohua, seeing the boss being beaten like a dog by Yang Ran like a dog, were still very angry at first, but Zhao Zaohua had no strength to resist at all, and after a long time, the anger in his heart turned into shame, and he only felt that it was really embarrassing to follow Zhao Zaohua.

As for the outer disciples and registered disciples who supported Yang Ran, they were shocked at first, and after a short period of shock, what followed was earth-shaking cheers, because although Yang Ran's slapping of Zhao Zaohua was not over, everyone already knew that Yang Ran had won this battle.

"Senior Brother Yang, you will win!Senior Brother Yang, the strongest!"

......

Yang Ran's heart was extremely comfortable, every time he slapped Zhao Zaohua, the thoughts in his heart were more comfortable, the anger in the depths of his heart had disappeared, and what replaced it was incomparable pleasure and excitement, bloodthirsty, cruel and crazy in the depths of his black eyes, and he was murderous, but if he couldn't kill him, he humiliated him fiercely!

Yang Ran slapped Zhao Zaohua dozens of times, beat Zhao Zaohua into a big pig's head, and directly knocked him out, the anger in his heart had completely disappeared, and he completely turned into pleasure before he stopped attacking.

During the battle, only when there was a danger to life, the deacons and elders of the outer gate would intervene, Yang Ran slapped Zhao Zaohua dozens of times, there was no life crisis at all, and the elders and deacons of the outer gate in the stands could not stop it at all.

Of course, if Yang Ran didn't stop and kept pumping, Zhao Zaohua would definitely be beaten to death after a long time, and the elders and deacons of the outer gate in the stands would definitely be stopped.