Chapter 155: Does surrender work?

Is it useful to admit defeat in chapters 1 and 5?
The faces of everyone in the Sword Dynasty were extremely ugly, Xiao Fan was a naked threat.
Do not agree? He just pretended to leave himself and everyone behind.
Promise? He was shorter than a member of the Dayan Dynasty.
Cui Qiu turned his head and glanced at the old man in the distance. Seeing the old man nodded slightly, Cui Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay."
He can only comfort himself in his heart. You are also the king of a dynasty anyway. It is nothing to be short of you. When you lose, you will cut off your head. Then you Dayan will have nothing to say.
"Who will come." Xiao Fan held the Shura sword and scanned the people of the Sword Dynasty, a sharp aura faintly flickering.
"I'll kill you!" A clear voice sounded, but she saw a woman in white walking towards the center of the field, her eyes were so cold that she wanted to devour Xiao Fan alive.
"The defeated general?" Xiao Fan smiled and recognized the person at a glance. It was the woman who fought him at the Soul Beast Mountain Range that day, and then asked: "What other night are you?"
"You remember, the one who killed you, Qiye!" Qiyehan said, without saying hello, he killed Xiao Fan.
"This name is really ugly! It's not as good as Qitian." Xiao Fan shook his head, these Qiye really thought that he was the strength of the soul beast mountain range.
"dead!"
Qiye snorted, her movements were very soft, countless sword aura bloomed on her body, and the sharp blade pointed directly at Xiao Fan's eyebrows.
"I said, your sword is too fancy." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, but when the sword aura approached, his foot moved, leaving a shadow on the spot, and it was already behind Qiye when he reappeared.
"Be careful Qiye!" The Sword Dynasty people reminded in time.
However, it was too late. Xiao Fan flicked his sword spine, and the sword in Qiye's hand suddenly fell off.
"Bastard!" Qiye yelled. Last time he accidentally knocked down the sword in his hand, but how long it took to hit him with all his strength, he couldn't help him in the slightest.
Qiye wanted to kill Xiao Fan very much, but as soon as she took a step, a chill came from the top of her neck, and if she took a step forward, she was bound to be cut.
"I'll give you my life back!" Xiao Fan retracted the long sword, pulled a sword flower, and stood with one hand, looking at the people of the Sword Dynasty.
"I haven't lost yet!" Qiye Jiao's body trembled and suddenly waved a palm at Xiao Fan.
"roll!"
Xiao Fan stared angrily, a majestic breath rushed out, Qi Yezhi felt a sense of suffocation, and a biting chill made her cold and miserable.
However, she still didn't take back a palm, dazzlingly came to Xiao Fan.
"Don't think I don't kill women!" Xiao Fan has a good temper, and directly raised his domineering heavenly fist, the terrifying wind whistling.
"Crack!"
There was a sound of collision, Qiye's body flew upside down, blood splashed in her mouth, and she looked at Xiao Fan with a look of resentment, and pulled her right hand straight down. This is not Xiao Fan's full effort, otherwise it will be more than just a fracture .
"This battle, you won!" Cui Qiu took a deep breath, his face was very ugly. This result was different from what he had imagined. He originally thought that he could sweep Brother Dayan, but now it seems that Xiao Fan is a variable.
"Youwang is mighty." The crowd yelled in excitement, two wins in three rounds, and four people, as long as they win two more rounds.
"Who else?" Xiao Fan stood in the middle of the field, scanning the remaining four nights in the seven nights.
The crowd suddenly became silent. Does Xiao Fan want to fight two games in a row?
In a corner in the distance, there were three human figures standing, seeing this scene, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Father, you still have eyes like a torch. Xiao Fan alone can challenge the rest." Yun Luoyu smiled.
"This time, the Sword Dynasty came to test the details of my Dayan, and he solved it best. After all, this is not a real game. Three months later, all the 12 dynasties will gather in the Xueyue Dynasty. That is the real thing. Competition." King Yan shook his head, "Luoyu, Luoxue, next you have to cultivate well."
"It's Father King." Yun Luoyu and Yun Luoxue nodded. They didn't know that the strongest young generation of the Sword Dynasty was not Qiye, but a few others.
The people of the Sword Dynasty were silent. They had spoken before and challenged the younger generation of the Dayan Dynasty, but they didn't say that they couldn't fight two games.
"I'm coming!" After a long time, a voice sounded, and a young man in black screamed, and his violent aura made Xiao Fan frowned.
Mid-term battlefield! The aura radiating from this young man is much stronger than Qiye and Siye.
"I can kill now, right?" Xiao Fan looked at Cui Qiu in the distance, his eyes extremely cold.
He didn't have a good impression of these Qiye, the first time they saw his party, they wanted to kill himself.
Killers, always kill them, this is Xiao Fan's criteria for being a man!
"Boy, don't be too mad, thinking that you are great after defeating Qiye? I will kill you two nights!" The black-clothed man smiled grinningly, and his cold murderous aura burst out.
"Speaking of madness, who has you madness? Bringing seven wastes to challenge my entire Dayan dynasty, now, roll over and die." Xiao Fan smiled indifferently, extremely domineering.
This is a world where the strong are respected. Others are domineering to him. Only by being more domineering can he restrain the other side.
"Black Flame Slash!"
Er Ye's eyes trembled, and he killed Xiao Fan if he didn't say hello. Above his head, the Seventh Rank Battle Soul Black Flame Sword was suspended, and a sword energy composed of black flames surged out.
The black flames were faint and cold, and Xiao Fan felt that his body was frozen, and his whole body shook slightly, mobilizing the soul power in his body, and the chill immediately dissipated.
Seeing that the Flame Sword Qi was about to swallow Xiao Fan, Er Ye had a sneer at the corner of his mouth and snorted, and the Flame Sword Qi completely swallowed Xiao Fan.
"It's just that." Er Ye smiled indifferently, and slowly turned around to leave, with a touch of arrogance on his face.
However, he found that the monks around him looked at him as if they were fools, which made Er Ye feel cold all over.
"Er Ye, he is behind you!" The injured Si Ye shouted loudly.
When Er Ye heard the words, the long sword in his hand was slashed towards the rear, and a sword aura whistled out. Almost at the same time, a cold coldness from the opposite side rushed fiercely, which was a huge spirit power fist.
Two night's casual blow, how could it be Xiao Fan's opponent with a full blow? Even if Er Ye was in the middle of the battle realm, Xiao Fan's spirit power was the purest, and he was only one step away from the middle of the battle realm. Far away, the realm gap between the two can be completely ignored.
With Xiao Fan's understanding of combat skills, it was enough to completely kill Erye in a second.
boom! A domineering and fierce punch broke the sword light, and smashed Er Ye's chest fiercely. Er Ye only felt his bones shattered, and his body seemed not his own.
"How is it possible, what you clearly understand is the sword force, how can you still display such a powerful fist force!" Er Ye's heart trembled, and the whole person was almost desperate.
Xiao Fan sneered, lifting his right hand, and instantly pinched Er Ye's neck.
"This battle, we admit defeat." Cui Qiu yelled quickly.
"Giving up? Is it useful to admit defeat?" Xiao Fan looked at Cui Qiu playfully, twisted his hand, Er Ye's neck suddenly broke, and then threw it in front of Cui Qiu like a dead dog.