From Douluo Marrying the Snow Queen

The blood-red eyes are like a hungry lone wolf, if it wants to choose someone to devour, it makes people shudder.

If an ordinary person saw these eyes, they would have collapsed to the ground in fright.

But who is Ye Han? He is a 100,000-year-old soul beast incarnation, an old monster who has lived for more than 50,000 years, and has experienced the tempering of the Slaughter City. What kind of eyes he has never seen.

The eyes of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall filled with murderous intent, in his opinion, are almost the same as those of a child who asks for candy and gets angry when he doesn't ask for it, and has no lethal power.

With one step, the fifth soul skill, a mirror image clone.

brush!

At this moment, Ye Han's figure was all on the shattered ice cubes.

"Kill kill kill!~"

The Holy Son of Wuhun Temple shouted, his face swollen into a pig's head looked hideous.

The light of the knife is like rain, and it is impermeable to the wind.

One by one, Ye Han was torn to shreds by the knife light, but there was no trace of blood strangely.

"You can't run."

Seeing this, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall became even more crazy.

"The sixth soul skill, the Heavenly Sword Destroys the World."

With a roar, he swept across the world with a forty-meter long sharp sword, destroying everything.

All of Ye Han's clones were swept away under this knife and wiped clean.

The realm, absolute zero, the realm of killing gods.

The double realm was released, Ye Han stretched out his fingers and lightly resisted the terrifying knife.

It wasn't that he was pretending, but that if he avoided, the girl in the ice sculpture would definitely turn into a pile of minced meat.

quiet! ~

There was a deadly silence in the audience, and no one thought that such a powerful knife could be so easily resolved by someone.

The madness of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was slightly stagnant, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.

"How strong do you think you are! That's it?"

Ye Han murmured softly, flicked his fingers, and the sharp knife light instantly disintegrated.

In this silent space, Ye Han's voice hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making everyone's heart tremble, covering their hearts, almost having a myocardial infarction.

Nima, this is it?

Such a terrifying knife, it turned out to be in your mouth, that's all?

This may be the highest level of pretending in the legends, invisibly pretending to be forceful!

Many people kneeled at this moment.

"No, it's impossible, die for me."

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall reacted and roared loudly.

He didn't believe that Ye Han was really as light as he appeared, and he blocked his strongest blow with such ease.

"He must be pretending to be calm, but in fact he has been seriously injured."

He kept comforting himself in his heart, the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple stimulated his potential, and the long knife in his hand moved in circles, smashing the world with force.

The 40-meter-long knife that had just disappeared reappeared in the rivers and lakes, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, slashing Ye Han's face straight.

when! ~

Another finger, pinpointed the blade with precision.

The Holy Son of Wuhun Temple's face was flushed, and he exerted his strength to suckle, but the long knife in his hand was unable to advance an inch.

His expression changed, and then he quickly retracted the knife, not giving Ye Han a chance to smash the sword light, and then slashed out again.

Clang clang clang! ~

In an instant, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall slashed dozens of knives, and the sharp light of the knives illuminated most of the sky.

He was imposing like a rainbow, and the more he cut, the more excited he became.

Suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, because the sword light was caught by a big hand.

The five slender fingers are as crystal clear as jade, with pink fingernails, exuding a crystal clear and healthy color.

But there was a blush on the index finger.

he got hurt.

The Holy Son of Wuhun Temple hurriedly drew his sword, but because of his soul ability, Ye Han grabbed the sword light, but it was no different from his Wuhun.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall secretly exerted force, but the long knife in his hand did not move at all.

"How can it be?"

He shouted in his heart.

No one knows better than him how powerful his own family is.

However, the power that he used to be proud of in the past seems so ridiculous now.

Ye Han turned his head to the side, glanced at his bleeding fingers, frowned slightly, and the smile on his face, like a spring breeze, suddenly became somewhat evil.

With the palm of his hand, with a bang, the soul skill of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall shattered again.

He moved his footsteps, like a dragon going out to sea, with an unrivaled aura, he rushed to the Holy Son of Spirit Hall in an instant.

"Mom, I'll give you a face, right!"

With a roar of scolding, the punch of the bang greeted the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall in the eyes.

"It's fun to play for so long, isn't it?"

Bang!

Another punch.

"You think you are strong, right?"

"Bullying my brother, right?"

"Are you pretending to be coercive with Lao Tzu?"

"Show off your power in front of Lao Tzu, right?"

Say a word and punch.

If the Ye Han just now is an elegant mage, the battle is full of artistic sense, which is pleasing to the eyes of the viewers, and makes the enemy's teeth itch with hatred.

Now Ye Han is a hooligan full of violence, a small gangster. At this moment, he looks like a sloppy fight. He rides directly on the body of the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple, his fists are like raindrops, and he curses at the other side's face. call.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall was still resisting at first, but he would have been beaten long ago.

The academy teacher felt the breath here and rushed over without stopping, only to see a pig's head in dirty pajamas being beaten by a long-haired man riding on him.

The two were fighting. Although the image was indecent, the aura on their bodies made people dare not underestimate them, especially Ye Han.

The strength of an ordinary teacher is only the Soul King Xiuwei. How dare he step forward to persuade him to fight, and soon, high-level officials from the academy rushed to the scene.

After learning from the mouths of the classmates that the person who was beaten was the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple, his expression changed immediately.

"Stop."

With a loud shout, the teaching director directly released eight spirit rings, and the powerful aura couldn't help but press on Ye Han.

"roll!"

Ye Han turned around and slapped it.

Bang! ~

The dean was like a ball, and was shot away in an instant.

The powerhouse of Soul Douluo's cultivation can't bear his random palm.

Everyone was horrified at the moment, looking at Ye Han like a monster.

Thinking of Zhao Linger's handsome Zhong Lingxiu~www.readwn.com~ who always likes poor girls in floral dresses, Ye Han is even more ruthless.

In his eyes, the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple is not a fart.

bang bang bang!

The girl's appearance, the girl's voice, the girl's shy and generous manner when we first met, and the second time I thanked myself...

Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, all Ye Han could do was to punch harder.

"Ye Han, stop."

Seeing that the Holy Son of Spirit Hall was about to be beaten to death, suddenly. A cold voice sounded, Linda came, quickly walked over to Ye Han, and grabbed his raised fist.

Ye Han was speechless, and looked at Linda and had to withdraw his fist.

This woman has been good to him this year, and this face still has to be given.

"You, you hurry back and pack your things and leave Wuhun City!"

Linda glanced at the immature holy son on the ground, turned around, and said directly to Ye Han's spirit.

"Hey, it's just a competition at the same level, it's not that serious." Ye Han smiled back and didn't care about it.

Originally, Ye Han really wanted to help Zhao Jun kill this so-called holy son, but at the last moment, he changed his mind.

He is not alone now, he has a wife and children.

Yes, after a year of hard work, he has achieved a rich harvest.

Ye Qingxin was pregnant for more than three months.

Impulsively, he beat the Holy Son violently, which seemed serious, but in the end, it was just a discussion among the younger generation, far from reaching the point of being an enemy of the Spirit Hall, so there was room for relaxation.

If the Holy Son of Spirit Hall was killed, it would be a completely different situation.

PS: Thank you for the reward from Life and Kuaishou Wufeimeng. There is another chapter, which will be posted later...