Luo Sandao became more and more depressed the more he fought, Su Fan didn't give him a chance to launch his martial arts at all, whenever he wanted to launch a martial art, Su Fan would stab his sword at his fatal place, so that he had to retreat and defend himself.

"Isn't this kid seriously injured, how can he hold on for so long?"

"Seeing the ghost, the seriously injured soul can hold on to the two soul warriors for a moment!"

"Yue Peng and Luo Sandao are really shameless, they actually fight one by two!"

"Yes, it's better to beat a person whose cultivation is far inferior to theirs, and Lao Tzu can't stand it!"

"Stinky boy, come on, kill these two shameless bastards!" a monk in the crowd suddenly shouted angrily!

"What are you talking about?" Yue Peng on the stage looked cold, and looked at the monk with a cold gaze, at this moment, someone actually insulted him, it was like looking for death!

"I ......"

Seeing Yue Peng staring at him, the monk's legs weakened in fright, and he almost sat on the ground, trembling with nervousness.

"Rubbish!"

Seeing that the monk was scared half to death by his words, Yue Peng smiled with satisfaction.

However, just as he was beaming, a voice came out.

"Well said, boy, come on, kill these two shameless bastards!"

A young man in a cyan scholar's robe walked out of the crowd, and he glanced at the monks present and said with a smile.

"That's right, what kind of genius disciple of Tailing Sect will only do these shameless deeds of stealing chickens and dogs and sneaking attacks behind their backs!"

Seeing that his master came forward to support Su Fan, the bloated Dali walked out not to be outdone.

"A despicable villain like this should be exterminated!"

"The kid on the stage, we are optimistic about you, come on!"

"And that Luo Sandao, cooperating with such a shameless person is not a good thing, even more damned!"

The monks who followed the young man also stepped out of the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Where did you come from, you dare to slander the disciples of the sect and don't want to live?" Yue Peng shouted fiercely at the young man, with a slight smile on his face that had not yet disappeared, and he could see that this young man was the leader of this group.

Yue Peng stood up for a moment, and his heart was refreshed, but he was slapped in the face again.

As one of the top ten inner disciples of the Tailing Sect, in the past, it was he Yue Peng who bullied others when he walked outside, but today he not only met Su Fan, a fool who wanted his life, but also met a group of bold people who insulted him, and his mood suddenly became extremely bad.

Dog stuff?

Hearing Yue Peng insult the young man like this, his face couldn't help twitching, and he looked at him with some sympathy.

Sure enough, in the next second, the young man in the green robe changed his face, and said in a gloomy tone: "Bastard, who the hell do you call a dog, speak nicely!"

"Who else, it's you, what can you do to me?"

Yue Peng was also used to being arrogant, and a monk he couldn't look down on at all dared to talk back to him, and suddenly he was angry, pointing at the young man's face and saluting.

"What can I do with you?"

The young man looked at the arrogant face in front of him, his expression was slightly angry, and a vast momentum suddenly erupted, and a huge wave of qi swept around him!

"Mom!"

"Where did this monster come from!"

The surrounding monks were swept away by this wave of qi and flew out one after another.

Looking at the momentum of the young man's sudden outburst, Yue Peng's face turned pale, with his knowledge, how could he not see that he had actually kicked the iron plate, and it was a thick and hard steel plate!

The young man stared at Yue Peng, who was pale, and roared expressionlessly: "Do you know that Lao Tzu hates people scolding me the most! I have to shave you alive today!"

Rumble!

The young man pushed his fists horizontally, and a piercing roar erupted in the large air in front of him, and a blood-colored cloud floated out of his fists, and a fierce killing intent erupted from his fists, and quickly merged with the young man.

"What a terrible trick!"

The cultivation realm of the onlookers was not too high, they only felt that the tricks issued by the young man were terrifying, but they couldn't say how terrifying they were.

Su Fan and Luo Sandao had stopped for a long time, and they looked at the young people in the audience in shock, and they were speechless for a while.

"Ice Strike!"

Seeing the blood-colored clouds and mist roaring towards him endlessly, Yue Peng roared unwillingly, and the long sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and the sword body was covered with countless cold ice, like a sharp ice edge, and plunged into the center of the blood-colored clouds!

"Does it work?"

The young man smiled coldly, and the fist power in his hand spit slightly, and the blood-colored cloud suddenly exploded and swallowed the flying long sword!

Ding Ding Ding!

In just a moment's effort, Yue Peng's long sword turned into more than a dozen metal fragments and fell on his face!

"Ignorant garbage, die!"

The murderous intent in the young man's eyes was great, and his body jumped out of a distance of hundreds of meters slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Yue Peng, and reached out with his fists full of blood-colored cloud nests and smashed them vigorously at Yue Peng's head.

"No, I'm a disciple of Tailing Sect, you can't kill me!"

Yue Peng, who was overwhelmed by the other party's astonishing momentum, couldn't move at all, he could only scream loudly and weakly.

Everyone on the lookers was dumbfounded, the rhythm changed so fast that they couldn't get used to it at all.

Yue Peng, who was still showing off his martial arts just now, is about to return to the west in a blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the void, and the huge glass above the ring shone brightly, and a figure flew down at great speed.

The person who flew down stretched out a wide palm, and a hundred purple qi surged out of his palm, which instantly merged with the blood-colored cloud on the young man's fist.

Bang!

The man and the young man made a fist contact, and the two took three steps back at the same time, and after a blow, the strength of the two people was comparable.

"Who should I have such ability, it turned out to be you, Holy Son Xie Yan!"

The young man withdrew his fists and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, a flash of disdain in his eyes.

The people who came were wearing the same white Tailing Sect uniform as Yue Peng, but the difference was that the neckline was not inlaid with gold edges, but a golden sun pattern was tattooed on the collar.

"Thank you Senior Brother Yan for rescuing me!" Yue Peng was immediately excited when he saw that the person who saved him was actually Xie Yan, the high-ranking saint in the Tailing Sect.

"No need to be polite!"

Xie Yan didn't look at Yue Peng's thanks, but just glanced at the young man, and said lightly: "Tsing Yi folding fan, and with a group of subordinates whose cultivation is not weak, you are Qin Ying, who is known as the 'Blood Fist Bandit King', right?"

"Yo, I'm quite famous! The Holy Sons of the Tailing Sect all know me!" Qin Ying shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

"Your head is worth 300 million soul crystals, if I can't recognize it, it would be strange!" Xie Yan said flatly.

When the onlookers heard what Xie Yan said, they all gasped.

Blood Fist Bandit?

Anyone with a title of what kind of monarch is bound to be a strong person at the level of a soul monarch.

In other words, there are already two Soul Monarch-level masters on the field!