super unscrupulous student

Zhuo Yifan was furious, and with a split of his hands, he pulled Ba Xian behind him.

Seeing the two holding hands together, Ba Feng seemed to have been greatly insulted, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ba Xian, you... you actually deserve death by seducing people from other races and assassinating the young master."

Baxian showed his head behind Zhuo Yifan, and said with a sneer with disdain: "That's right, Batian died at the hands of my original brother, so what, who told him to kill us."

"Killing you is the patriarch's order. The young master is only following the order. You are so vicious. Hmph, I can't save you." Ba Feng was so unscrupulous that he even said such words.

Zhuo Yifan sneered lightly and said: "I heard that your [Big Age Battle Royale] is just a situation, designed to elect warriors and participate in the final sacrifice, but you didn't let you massacre your own people. Batian himself violated the rules. Death deserves more than guilt."

"Yuanyuan, you, a lowly human race, dare to interfere in the affairs of our Tyrannical Clan?" Ba Feng said angrily, "In the battle royale of the coming of age ceremony, killing is allowed."

"Hehe, in this case, if Batian dies, he will die. Why are you so excited? Could it be that he can't die just because he is the young master?" Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly: "You Batian really let me, a human race Eye-opening! The so-called freedom and fairness turned out to be just a trick played by those in power."

"Dare to insult the tyrants, kill without mercy."

Ba Feng couldn't bear it anymore, especially at the moment Zhuo Yifan and Ba Xian were still holding hands, which made him almost lose his mind even more.

It's not been a day or two since he had a crush on Ba Xian, but he is an extremely forbearing person, and he dare not reveal it, for fear of causing Ba Xian's displeasure.

Now that he was tearing his skin apart, he couldn't care less about it.

I just want to spend some time with Ba Xian before she dies, this life is worth it.

The goddess in my heart is being held by a lowly human race. This is simply a shame and shame, and only blood can wash it away.

In his anger, he had already forgotten about Zhuo Yifan's weirdness, and he just wanted to kill this nasty guy.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen masters rushed up.

"Rewind quickly, enter the center point, and don't move around."

Zhuo Yifan was shocked, and a soft and powerful force came out, turning into two invisible hands, throwing Ba Shan and Ba Xian to the center of the altar behind.

There, it is exactly where Zhuo Yifan set up the formation, and it is also the safest place on the entire platform.

Both Baxian and Bashan were taken aback, and when they fell, they wanted to rush up.

But I heard Zhuo Yifan's voice ringing in my ears: "Don't make any trouble, stand in the eye of the formation, and if the formation is not broken, they won't be able to see you."

The two of them had never heard of such a statement.

The altar is so big, it's clear at a glance, but Zhuo Yifan said that the enemy can't see him, isn't that funny?

But the next moment, they knew the strangeness of the magic circle.

Ba Feng yelled angrily: "Yuan, where did you get them?"

Zhuo Yifan laughed: "Bafeng, they are here, it's just that you are blind and can't see them."

After finishing speaking, he slid back and avoided the crowd's siege.

"Hmph, it's such a big place, I want to see where you run, kill him, and search carefully."

Ba Feng gave the order, and at the same time, the light in his eyes flashed, and a spiritual power turned into an invisible sword, attacking Zhuo Yifan.

The attacks of the spiritual master are all based on the power of the mind, which can evolve into various weapons with the thought of a thought.

These weapons are hardly foreseeable by ordinary people etc.

Only masters who also have spiritual cultivation can perceive, or even [see].

This kind of attack is very weird and terrifying, and it is more powerful than a real magic weapon.

Zhuo Yifan laughed, and with a flick of his body, he took a step forward.

Void escape!

This step seemed simple and random, but his body was twisted strangely, directly out of the attack range of the spiritual power, and appeared in a safe place.

Ba Feng's eyes were fixed, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

You must know that it is difficult to predict the affected area of ​​a psychic attack. Once locked, it is almost impossible to escape except by fighting hard.

But Zhuo Yifan actually escaped from his lock, he had never even heard of such a thing, it was really amazing.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. There are so many masters on his side, and he is not afraid.

Everyone was like a fierce tiger, rushing forward with one step.

Whizzing!

More than a dozen people charged together, with astonishing power, and just one step, they crossed more than ten meters and came to the altar.

But what shocked everyone was that Zhuo Yifan's figure flickered, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water, with a layer of ripples, and then disappeared.

Ba Feng's heart skipped a beat, instinctively feeling bad.

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

It felt like he had entered a compressed bubble, and the invisible pressure made his heart twitch.

Tyrant's heart is exactly the legendary [Devil's Heart], otherwise, it would simply not be able to withstand the shock of spiritual power.

Such a strong heart can be imagined.

But even this kind of heart, which is as strong as a magic weapon, feels guilty at this moment. One can imagine how strange this magic circle is.

"This magic circle is indeed set up for spiritual masters."

Zhuo Yifan's expression froze, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

It seems that something has been touched.

"Yuanyuan, you coward, where have you been hiding, come out and fight to the death."

Ba Feng's eyes screamed, and a flash of lightning-like spiritual power suddenly shot out, slashing forward fiercely.

There was a terrifying wave on the ground, and a three-meter-wide crack opened throughout, unfathomably deep.

The entire altar was almost divided into two by him.

But the statue in front of him remained motionless.

Wherever the crack goes, it will disappear automatically.

As a member of the overlord clan, no matter what, he would never destroy the statue he worshiped.

There was silence all around.

Ba Cheng tremblingly said: "Brother, what's going on? Could this primitiveness be the curse in the legend?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a cover-up, they must be hiding in the dark, everyone be careful."

Ba Feng held the Soul Devouring Staff, and his eyes were like searchlights, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment.

The magnetic field of the mind turns into a huge defensive shield, protecting one's own mind.

He has not forgotten Zhuo Yifan's identity... the spiritual master.

But this man was so terrifying that he was able to hide his whereabouts.

The other Tyrant Warriors were also sweating profusely.

This is too stressful.

No one knew where Zhuo Yifan was hiding.

Ah!

Suddenly, a warrior screamed, covered his head with his hands, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Everyone gasped when they saw it.

I saw that this person was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his face was ferocious, as if he was suffering from great pain.

A phantom flashed by.

"Original, don't even try to escape, save your life!"

The killing intent in Ba Feng's eyes shot up to the sky, and the killing intent turned into a real shock wave, which ruthlessly bombarded that phantom.