Swire Overlord

Chapter 166

A tense atmosphere surrounds the crowd, and wisps of cold air seep into the bone marrow. The masters present have the possibility of making a move at any time, and they can faintly hear the cheers of the disciples of the Qinglan Sect in the distance.

However, a group of masters did not look at the arena, their eyes wandered between Zhao Yufan, Yu Min and others, and the disciples and elders around the arena did not notice anything strange in the distance.

At this moment, the atmosphere is very strange.

Zhao Yufan and the others stared at Yu Min and Lin Hu, while Yu Min stared closely at Lin Hu. Lin Hu looked around in horror, but everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yufan and the others.

Their line of sight forms a loop, and this loop is extremely fragile. As long as someone moves slightly, the loop may be destroyed, and finally a terrible unknown event will be formed.

After a while, Yu Min's sword trembled slightly, and he made a move.

The Heaven-shocking Sword appeared again. Every time the Heaven-shocking Sword appeared, it seemed to attack Zhao Yufan, but this time the Heaven-shocking Sword stabbed at Lin Hu.

Lin Hu turned pale with shock, and looked at the Xingju Pavilion masters in horror, hoping that they could help. The Xingju Pavilion masters did not disappoint him, and they shot one after another. Unfortunately, it was too late.

The people from Xingju Pavilion made a move, which caused a series of reactions. First, the masters of Zimang Empire made their moves one after another. They stood on Yu Min's side. If they wanted to deal with him, the masters of the Zimang Empire would naturally not give up. Their actions also caused other sects to attack, and Zhao Yufan and the others had no choice but to attack.

While playing, Zhao Yufan shouted: "The game is over, the money belongs to me, and your lives belong to you!"

When Yu Min heard this, he sneered ferociously: "Today, either you die or I die!"

Lin Hu didn't hear Zhao Yufan's words. If he could hear these words, he would be very excited, but he would never hear them, because he was already dead.

When Yu Min's shocking sword attacked Lin Hu, it finally showed its powerful attack power. Even if the masters of Xingju Pavilion stepped forward to block it, Lin Hu could not avoid the shocking sword.

Lin Hu died unjustly, but he was definitely not the only one who died today.

Nearly a hundred masters fought chaotically, casualties were unavoidable, the terrifying air blasted continuously in the surroundings, and blood splashed like raindrops.

The sudden large-scale chaotic battle instantly attracted the attention of the disciples of the Qinglan Sect. All the elders in the audience stood up one after another and looked into the distance.

Seeing the scene in the distance, the elders frowned, with suspicion and worry on their faces.

brush!brush!Swish!
Several elders turned into a long rainbow, and galloped to the disciples of Chaos Zhan, yelling angrily.

"Stop me all!"

"Stop all!"

"Stop it! Stop it for me, members of the Divine Sword Sect, stop it immediately!"

"The disciples of the Qinglan Sect stop immediately!"

"Xingju Pavilion disciples stop immediately!"

Originally, the elders wanted to show off their might and tell all the disciples to stop, but after they shouted, they suddenly found that the disciples ignored them. In desperation, they could only order the disciples of their own sect to stop, but none of the disciples stop.

The bloody red made the disciples fall into an infinite fighting spirit. Everyone present was a master. They were not willing to stop at this point, nor could they stop easily. Now that everyone has found an opponent, almost everyone is immersed in the battle and cannot extricate themselves.

However, Zhao Yufan was an exception. He had already left the battle center and watched Can Yue and the others from the outside. If they were in danger, he would strike immediately.

At this time, the elders were very helpless, and could only stop the disciples one by one from fighting. However, many disciples have reached the critical moment of the battle. If they block it at this time, they will definitely cause serious injuries to the disciples, which makes the elders make trouble. Come.

The fusion airflow generated by the battle of more than a hundred masters almost formed an invisible terrorist attack. Even if the elders rushed into it rashly, they would be in a hurry.

The matter got a little big, Zhao Yufan frowned slightly. If a large number of disciples were injured in the end, then the blame would definitely be on him, not to mention that with the insidious Ma Santong acting as a hindrance, he would definitely be in danger. As a last resort, He could only think of a way to break the battle of his disciples.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and a delicate steel knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

When many elders saw Zhao Yufan holding the steel knife, their hearts tightened suddenly, and they were a little worried that he would also join the battle. If Zhao Yufan also participated in the battle, the scene would definitely be even more chaotic.

Before the elders came forward to stop him, Zhao Yufan swung the knife behind him, and the blade slashed on the ground, showing a crack.

At this moment, his body bent suddenly, like a rickety old man in his old age, he dragged the knife behind his back and walked quickly.

In an instant, the stones behind Zhao Yufan splashed all over, and the smoke and dust rose behind him, like a long dragon, roaring and rushing forward, and Zhao Yufan was the head of the dragon, controlling the dragon's head.

"Drag knife technique!"

An elder exclaimed, but shook his head immediately, "No, the knife dragging technique is not so powerful."

What Zhao Yufan used was indeed the knife-dragging technique, but it wasn't the knife-dragging technique of this world, so the power was naturally different.

The cracks in the ground cut by the blade were about three meters deep and one meter wide. The airflow criss-crossing the surroundings was like a dragon wagging its tail, knocking away the chaotic disciples around.

With a knife dragging technique, the blade is dragged out of the ground 100 meters, forming a huge gully within [-] meters.

Under the terrifying knife dragging technique, all the surrounding chaotic disciples were shaken, and some were even sent flying several meters away, and the chaotic war came to an end.

The elders looked at Zhao Yufan in surprise, their eyes full of shock and horror.

The scene just now was simply too horrifying. Zhao Yufan's knife-dragging technique can't harm them now, but if Zhao Yufan has the same cultivation level as theirs, then if he uses the knife-dragging technique again, no one among the elders present will be able to stand up to him.

An elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked, "Is this a knife-dragging technique?"

Another elder replied: "Looking at his posture, it should be a knife-dragging technique, but some of his movements are not a knife-dragging technique, and the knife-dragging technique is not as powerful!"

"Maybe it's the improved knife dragging technique!" Someone said with a frown.

"Improvement? With him alone, can he improve the knife-dragging technique to such a tyrannical level?" A certain elder shook his head, and the others shook their heads too, feeling that it was impossible for Zhao Yufan to improve the knife-dragging technique so fiercely.

Just as everyone was looking at Zhao Yufan in shock, Zhao Yufan had just completed half of his knife dragging technique, and the half completed was only the least powerful part.

At this time, his eyes looked at the viewing seats, and at the galloping figure on the viewing seats.

The figure speeding over from the audience was Ma Santong. In his opinion, this was the best time to kill Zhao Yufan. Given the current situation, even killing Zhao Yufan was a matter of course.

Without any hesitation, he slapped Zhao Yufan with his palm after thinking that he could justifiably kill Zhao Yufan.

(End of this chapter)