Chapter 139: Ye Linchen

Chapter 139 Ye Linchen
Xiao Fan held the little witch in his arms, and tears mixed with blood rolled down, dripping on the pale face of the little witch, very sad.
A man bleeds but does not shed tears, just because he is not sad!
The scenes of the past all appeared in Xiao Fan's mind, and he realized that the naughty, cute and smart little witch had already occupied his heart, but he had not noticed it.
It wasn't until this moment that he was about to lose, Xiao Fan felt a heartache.
Last time in the Trial of Killing God, the little witch was also blocked by him, but it was only a special illusion, Xiao Fan had not really discovered the little witch's position in his heart.
"Little Witch, why are you so stupid, Xiao Fan has a fate!" Xiao Fan whispered, tears rolling in his eyes.
"Because I don't want you to die." The little witch's voice was weak, with a painful and relieved expression on her face.
Xiao Fan trembled all over and hugged the little witch, Ling Feng's eyes were red in the distance, like a bloodthirsty beast, his eyes became extremely cold.
With a bang, a monstrous flame erupted from him, and the ninth-rank war soul fierce prison demon phoenix appeared, with murderous aura.
There was a roar in his body, and the majestic soul power bloomed. In an instant, he seemed to have achieved the highest level of sublimation. He actually broke through the threshold and entered the battlefield realm!
"What a pair of desperate mandarin ducks, today, I will give you a ride." Huang Chongxiao completely ignored Ling Feng, shot down from a high altitude, and the long sword pierced towards Xiao Fan's heart.
"Go away!" Ling Feng roared, frantically, and rushed towards Huang Chongxiao.
Fatty is the same, holding a long knife and slashing fiercely, the majestic soul power blooms.
"Humph!" Huang Chongxiao snorted and patted two palms in succession. The soul power turned into two palms and blasted in front of Ling Feng and Fatty. The two flew out, their bones fractured and blood spurted from their mouths.
Huang Chongxiao's speed did not decrease, and the long sword had reached Xiao Fan's three feet.
Puff!
The long sword entered the body, blood flew out, dyed the void red, and the scene instantly freezes.
The crowd took a deep breath, silently looking at the center of the field in horror.
"How is it possible?" Huang Chongxiao spit out a mouthful of blood, the big beads of sweat rolled off, and looked down at his chest. There, a long sword pierced through his chest, and it happened to be cold.
Huang Chongxiao slowly turned around and looked behind him, only to find that behind him, standing a figure in white, it was a young man wearing a white mask.
The white mask covered half of the young man's face, but he couldn't conceal his secluded and transcendent temperament. His eyes were extremely cold, as deep as the vast starry sky.
His thick long hair draped behind him, his white clothes fluttering, without wind, he gave the first feeling that this person is cold and does not have any emotions.
This sudden scene suffocated everyone present, and the aura of the white-clothed youth made people desperate.
Even if it was Fu Bo, Guo Shichen and the others, the battle stopped in an instant, looking at the white-clothed youth in surprise.
They didn't know how the white-clothed youth appeared, the speed was too strange.
Huang Chongxiao was even more frightened. Shouldn't it be Xiao Fan who died? How is he?
"Ye Linchen, you bastard, where did you die just now!" Ling Feng roared and roared, almost crazy.
"You, you can't kill me!" Huang Chongxiao's eyes were full of fear.
puff!
As soon as the voice fell, the white-clothed young man raised the sword, and the sword energy instantly penetrated Huang Chongxiao's body, and was directly torn to pieces, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.
The crowd took a deep breath, and they were all shocked by the strength of the white-clothed youth, and even more shocked by his strength.
The dignified warlord was beheaded by him with a single sword. Looking at the entire Dayan Dynasty, how many people could easily do it?
Moreover, his age seems to be less than twenty years old.
Ye Linchen?
Everyone remembered the name instantly, and no one can offend this person.
Ye Linchen squinted his eyes and looked at the little witch with only one breath left, and when he explored his hands, a green ball appeared in vain in his hand, and the rich medicinal fragrance spread out.
"Pills?" There were many alchemists in the crowd, and they couldn't help taking a breath when they saw the green pill.
They knew very well that only a pharmacist with a rank 7 or higher could refine it, and there must also be a pill. Looking at the entire Battle Soul Continent, it is estimated that only those super powers could obtain it.
When Lao Lin, Sun Ting and others heard the word "medicine", their faces were panicked, their eyes flickered, and Sun Ting was ready to quietly exit the battlefield.
"Who moves, who dies!" Ye Linchen spit out a few words faintly, without turning his head back, but his tone couldn't be denied, it was extremely cold.
Sun Ting was so frightened that he stopped quickly, trembling all over, and even Huang Chongxiao could kill with a single sword. What about him?
Ye Linchen walked to the little witch. The little witch's eyes trembled, but she couldn't speak. Xiao Fan saw someone approaching, her eyes were fierce, and a terrifying murderous aura burst out.
"roll!"
Ye Linchen exploded and shouted, a domineering wave of soul power emerged from the impact, and Xiao Fan's body suddenly flew out, and did not stop until it flew seven or eight meters.
The crowd was silent, and no one dared to speak. The strength of this man was terrifying.
Xiao Fan looked at Ye Linchen angrily, killing intent blooming, but was stopped by Ling Feng.
Ye Linchen lowered his head, held on to the little witch's body, and stuffed the blue medicine pill into her mouth, with his right hand pressed against her back, a gentle spirit power helped her refine the effect of the pill.
His eyes showed a soft smile only when they looked at the little witch, like the whole world, only the little witch can melt his ten thousand-year iceberg.
For the whole half a cup of tea, the scene was silent, and I didn't even dare to breathe.
Suddenly, Ye Linchen shook hard, and the long sword on Ye Shiyu's back whizzed out. Ye Linchen quickly stopped the injury for the little witch. After more than ten breaths of time, Ye Linchen stood up.
Cold eyes swept across Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan was at a loss, if it hadn't been for Ling Feng to pull himself, even if it wasn't Ye Linchen's opponent, he would have been desperate.
When Ye Linchen's gaze swept towards Sun Ting, Sun Ting knelt on the ground with a bang, and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy: "Young Xia Xia for my life, Ye Shiyu was not my injury, it's none of my business."
Ye Linchen said nothing, but looked at him quietly. Sun Ting was already sweating. After a few breaths, Sun Ting finally couldn't resist the pressure and ran away.
A trace of disdain flashed in Ye Linchen's eyes, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in vain. Almost at the same time, a scream from the void came.
When people came back to their senses, Sun Ting's corpse was turned into two pieces, planted on the ground, and it was obvious that he could not die anymore.
"Hiss!" The crowd trembled, and the sound of air-conditioning sounded.
Strong! Abnormally strong!
The crowd quickly searched for the name Ye Linchen in their minds. When did the Great Yan Dynasty appear such a terrifying young warlord?
But no matter what they think, they have never heard of the name.
"Who did it first?" Ye Linchen finally spoke, his voice very magnetic, penetrating, and even more deterrent and domineering.
The old Lin's face changed slightly in the sky, he pondered for a moment, and said, "This little brother, I..."
"It's you?" Ye Linchen's eyes were cold, and Old Lin couldn't help shivering, just one look was so terrifying.
"This person killed my disciple. What's wrong with killing him?" Old Lin summoned up the courage. He knew that today's things could not be good, only being strong to the end.
"You dictate yourself." Ye Linchen spit out a faint sentence, which concluded that Old Lin is alive and dead.