Chapter 37: Moment of crisis
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Supreme Killer
- The Wicked Heart
- 1418 characters
- 2021-01-31 08:19:26
Chapter 127, Moments of Crisis
The crowd couldn't calm down for a long time, and no one thought that Ye Linchen would be so terrible. The amazing sword just now was engraved in everyone's mind.
Even if Ye Linchen is dead, but the Heaven Slashing Sword Art has become an imprint of immortality for the monks present.
Zhan Kuangzun looked at Ye Linchen with a cold look, then pulled back his fist, and furiously killed him. He didn't even plan to let Ye Linchen's body go.
"boom!"
However, another figure was even faster, he instantly appeared beside Zhan Kuangzun, and exploded with a punch.
Zhan Kuangzun instinctively punched to his side, passively defending, he was unable to exert his full strength at all, and his body was shocked by a force.
At the same time, the figure reacted extremely quickly, holding Ye Linchen's corpse and flew aside, and it was Ghost One who rescued Ye Linchen's corpse.
"Ah~~" The sharp scream resounded through the world, and the little witch was holding her head and roaring, and she exuded an extremely terrifying spirit power fluctuation, as if she was going to be crazy.
Her most beloved man died, and her brother who loved her the most died. The little witch's heart suffered a severe blow and was on the verge of collapse.
"Zhan Kuangzun, my Ye family will never die with you!" Ye Shishui roared, he wanted to go crazy.
Although he didn't spend much time on Ye Shiyu and Ye Linchen over the years, they were his children anyway.
Now that Ye Linchen died, he realized that he had given too little to these two children over the years.
"I never die? Why do you Ye Family stay with me?" Zhan Kuangzun looked disdainful, looked at Ghost One in anger, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth: "I thought it was really the middle stage of the battle, it turned out to be just a soul. It's just a carving. When the soul stones in your body are used up, what use are you doing?"
Zhan Kuangzun was also the Great Elder of the Battle God Temple in the unparalleled holy city anyway. His vision was naturally not comparable to others. After fighting with Ghost One, he had recognized that Ghost One was just a soul sculpture.
The original nervous heart suddenly relaxed a lot, and he hadn't paid much attention to some of the early stages of the Battle Saint Realm.
As for the Fatty and their war emperor realms, he was even more lazy to take a look. If it weren't for the Lei family's shopping, it is estimated that Fatty and the others would have died out, how could they have survived now.
Zhan Kuangzun only wanted to watch Xiao Fan die, that was enough.
"Patriarch Ye, I won't be able to hold on for long. The master is not dead, so we must find ways to protect him." Ghost One communicated to Ye Shishui.
"Isn't the soul carving just needing soul stones to fight? I have enough soul stones here." Ye Shishui's heart condensed. Without Ghost One, these people may not be able to stop Zhan Kuangzun.
"It's useless, I'm just in the early stage of the ninth stage. I have been playing the middle stage of the ninth stage for a long time, and it has hurt my roots. Moreover, Zhan Kuangzun will not give me a chance." The voice of Ghost One is very low. .
If Xiao Fan knew it, he would definitely be surprised, because he had always thought that Ghost One was a soul statue in the middle stage of the ninth stage, or even the late stage ninth stage.
"Shi Yu, wake up, I'm father!" Ye Shishui came to the little witch, grabbed her arm, and drank it hard. This drink contained spirit power fluctuations, which could shock people.
However, Ye Shishui called countless times, and the little witch was not moved at all.
At this time, Fatty, Guan Xiaoqi, Ling Feng, Amethyst Thunder Beast, and Chu Qingkang all leaned over, guarding Xiao Fan's side, blood dripping from their bodies, and Chu Qingkang's left arm was broken, and his face was extremely pale.
"Little witch, the third child is not dead, and Ye Linchen is not dead either, they are alive." The fat man shouted a few dozen feet away.
The little witch trembled all over, and her muddy eyes slowly recovered a trace of clarity. When she saw Ghost One, she rushed forward.
However, Ghost One took a few steps back, and quickly said: "I am not the master, the master is there, don't worry, he is not dead!"
"The smelly rascal is not dead?" The little witch was surprised, her tears broke into a smile, and then she came back to her senses and said, "Where is my brother?"
"Shi Yu, do you remember what your brother said to you last?" Ye Shishui solemnly said, "Live well, so that Linchen won't die in vain!"
Two lines of tears gushing out of the little witch's eyes, sobbing and nodding, then looked at Zhan Kuangzun angrily: "I want to kill him and avenge my brother!"
"Kill me? Just rely on you trash, don't worry, you will all die, surround them, no one wants to run." Zhan Kuangzun sneered again and again, and shouted angrily.
Chu Sansheng, Wu family ancestors and Gongsun Zhantian naturally did not hesitate to surround the Ye family and Xiao Fan in the center.
"Destroy my Ye Family genius, won't you be afraid of my Ye Family Master's anger when you fight Kuangzun?" Ye Shishui didn't have to swallow his anger anymore.
"The genius of the Ye family? Where is the genius of the Ye family?" Zhan Kuangzun raised his mouth, thanking him with a smile: "Oh, are you the peerless genius of the twin battle soul? Have you all seen it?"
Speaking of this, Zhan Kuangzun turned his head and looked at the monks in the audience with a domineering look.
"I didn't see it!"
"Divine twin battle soul, isn't that the legend?"
"How can Wushuang Holy City possess the legendary genius of the legendary twin battle soul peerless genius?"
The Chu family and other families kept echoing each other.
The crowd onlookers all had their heads down, and they dared not look directly at Zhan Kuangzun. Many people secretly sighed, "Not only Xiao Fan, they are going to die, but it is estimated that the Ye Family will also follow bad luck."
Ye Shishui's face flushed red, and the blue veins on his forehead wriggled like a worm, and he couldn't say a word.
The people here, who would dare to fight against Zhan Kuangzun? Once the Ye Family is destroyed and Ye Shiyu dies, Zhan Kuangzun can just make an excuse to flicker the past. There is no such thing as a peerless genius in the twin battle souls.
This is a world where the weak eat the strong, the weak have no right to speak, and no one will argue for a dead person.
Tensed anger filled the void, which made people feel suffocated.
After a while, Zhan Kuangzun took a step forward and sneered: "The soul stones in your body are almost exhausted, right? Now I see how you can protect them."
Everyone was extremely nervous, but the five major families including the Chu family and the Huangfu family sneered. They were killed and wounded countless. Today, Xiao Fan and the others will be wiped out anyway.
Ghost One sighed extremely humanely, as if he was preparing to fight to the death, becoming a ninth-order soul sculpture, he already had his own intelligence.
"You must wait until the master wakes up." Ghost One looked at the fat man and the little witch, and said very solemnly.
In the eyes of others, Xiao Fan is already dead, but Ghost One is very clear that Xiao Fan is only suspended for death.
"Don't worry, unless I'm dead." The fat man gritted his teeth, fighting the halberd without fear of everything.
"I want to kill the stinky gangster unless I step on my corpse." The little witch has a firm face and is not afraid of death. For Xiao Fan, she is not even afraid of death.
Ling Feng, Guan Xiaoqi, Chu Crazy, Amethyst Thunder Beast, Ye Shishui and others all stepped forward and surrounded Xiao Fan in the center.
The five big families outside slowly moved closer, it was all about catching turtles in the urn. Their footsteps were deliberately slow, as if they were deliberately torturing Fatty and them.
"Zhan Kuangzun, don't you go back more and more alive, you are bullying some juniors in the middle of the dignified battle." At this moment, an indifferent voice from the void sounded.