Great Heaven Sovereign

A move directly shows Yang Fan's attitude.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the saints were full of caution and precaution, and they didn't dare to act rashly. If they knew that Yang Fan was just bluffing now, they would regret and die in their hearts.

"Counsellor!" Yang Fan sneered.

Then he sat down cross legged and began to repair the injury.

He has an intuition that there will be no peace today. Whether it is Wu duanhun and others, or the most holy people in front of him, they all have enemies with themselves. But these are secondary. More importantly, Qilin doesn't seem to dump himself now, which is a little embarrassing.

For a time, Yang Fan felt that chalk didn't seem as reliable as he thought. It's like what I said in the bloody battle before. It's a little watery.

But this is not the time to think about it.

The sword mark is about to fall, and the endless Blood River arranged by Kirin is a potential crisis. It is most appropriate to adjust your own state to the best.

Fortunately, however, after the previous disaster, his injury has basically recovered. Now it's just to supplement Xuanli.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed.

A quarter of an hour is neither long nor short.

But for these people in front of them, it is extremely painful.

This blood river is their fatal threat, neither walking nor staying.

But with the passage of time, these people also became more irritable. The river of blood rose into the sky, cut off their way to leave, and set a door to death for them at the same time.

They don't want to die, so time is suffering for them.

For a moment, they looked at the most holy of all.

"Prince Wanji, you are the guardian family, and you must be able to let us out. I think the prince also came for the following Kirin, so we don't want it. Please send us out, sir. I'll wait..."

Someone opened his mouth and placed his hope on the most holy person in front of him.

"Do you want to go out?" Asked the most holy one.

In an instant, countless people rushed up, and the color of expectation in their eyes was self-evident, as if they saw the hope of survival.

"Childe, send us out. I'll be very grateful."

"Yes, in the future, we will remember your great kindness and follow your lead."

"Childe, save me out, even if I'm a slave or a servant." Countless voices appeared.

But of course, most of them are male disciples this time. After all, they came here after Li's son-in-law.

If there are female disciples here, it is not difficult to ensure that they will not throw themselves into the arms.

However, as soon as the most holy and Su Ming were indifferent, they were not moved at all, and there was even a sneer at the corners of their mouths.

It's like looking at a clown.

haughty!

This is a gesture they have long been used to.

Yang Fan took a faint look, and his heart was also cold. What he dislikes most is this kind of attitude that he thinks he is superior and despises all sentient beings. Like the whole world owes them.

"You're right. As a guardian family, we naturally have the means to go out. However, what you said is not enough to impress me. Unless..." wait until the most holy man is ready to stop talking, which is tantalizing.

People's faces were instantly disappointed. Even, it has become despair. You can hear the words behind the most holy, and there is a touch of madness in your eyes.

It seems that this is a life-saving straw.

"Wanji childe, you say, unless anything? As long as you can let me out, I can do anything."

"Yes, don't hang us. As long as you speak, we will do it."

"As long as I can live, I will do whatever it is."

All the people expressed their positions one after another and fought for this last chance.

As soon as he was the most holy, there was a taste of conspiracy in the corners of his mouth, and his eyes gradually shifted to Yang Fan.

"It's very simple. As long as you can cut these two people off, I'll send you out." Said the Holy One.

killing someone with a borrowed knife

He is afraid of Yang Fan, but what about these people? There is no lack of experts among them, and at the critical moment of life and death, he is the last hope of these people. He believed that these people would take risks and aim at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes were cold.

He didn't expect to wait for the jihad to do so.

This is to force yourself to meet the world as an enemy.

"If you want to kill me, do you still use this trick?" Yang Fan sneered.

"Well, it's no use talking too much. As long as you die, the process doesn't matter to us." Wan Jisheng looked confident, then looked at the crowd and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have opened the conditions. Whether you want to die or live depends on your attitude."

For a moment, all eyes turned to Yang Fan.

Yang fan can even feel that several eyes have burst out killing intention.

"It seems that I am too kind." Yang Fan suddenly got up and the sea of fire surged out.

Qingxinjiang also followed, without saying a word, and directly grasped the sword behind him.

The two sides are so deadlocked.

After three interest rates.

The blood river was furious again.

Like a tornado, it rushes against the sky, like a bloody vortex, constantly circling upward.

Ah, ah!

In an instant, several screams appeared.

Some people close to the blood River were directly involved, instantly annihilated and disappeared.

People's eyes instantly showed the color of fear, and then looked at Yang Fan. Blood appeared in their eyes. This look is clearly like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

"Young master Yang, I'm sorry. I want to live, so I'll lend you my head." Finally, someone couldn't help taking a step under the influence of fear in his heart.

Brush!

He rushed out and went straight to Yang Fan.

His eyes were red with blood, his body was surging with Xuanli, and then he clapped it with a palm.

"Broken dragon palm."

The power of this palm is extraordinary. There is tremendous blood and gas exploding on him. Yuan forces gather together, violent void, and the surrounding space is scattered by this palm. As its name, it has the power to break the dragon.

Yang Fan remained motionless.

The forbidden eyes in the eyes start silently.

Under these eyes, all forces have nowhere to hide.

Flaws, flaws, all flaws!

Finally, at the moment when the power was close to Yang Fan, Yang Fan started, and Yang Fan blew a punch directly between his backhands.

Vulcan punch!

Fist palm collision!

Boom!

A figure was blown out directly from the sea of fire. It was the person who shot at Yang Fan.

"I..."

The figure of the man directly retreated for hundreds of feet and finally stopped, but Yang Fan's fist had cut off his heart and his vitality began to dissipate.

He opened his mouth, but before he finished, Yang Fan's figure had come to him:

"Don't be sorry. After all, I won't apologize for your death." Yang Fan's voice fell coldly.

And at this moment, the eyes of the people also instantly returned to Qingming.

Then they remembered.

Yang Fan is also a ruthless person who kills people without blinking an eye. Even the people who protect the family dare to kill, not to mention them.

For a time, the people's hearts were killing, and all their intentions dissipated.

Kill Yang Fan and survive?

This in itself is a shortcut to death.

On the other side, the holy man looked back with a touch of disappointment on his face, but there was also shock and fear.

Yang Fan's strength has reached the point where he dare not act rashly.

Yang Fan's eyes also looked at him:

"Today I will cut you off." He has made bad friends with each other. Now that he has the strength to leave the other party, Yang Fan will never let the tiger go back to the mountain.

Sick or not, kill him!