Chapter 191: Shadow imitation? (For subscription)

"Very good! It seems that the arrogant kid is going to die in Yi Shengrong's hands."
Under the ring, Dai Yangrong said coldly, because it was Yang Fan who made him lose face in front of Dai Yangyu, so he wanted Yang Fan to die.
And the rule of this competition is that there are no rules, any method is allowed, including killing the opponent.
The competition for the crown prince is so cruel.
Yi Shengrong attacked quickly, and his spear quickly stabbed.
Cang!
In the early days of the robbery, the strong attack was very strong. Yang Fan didn't plan to cheat, but wanted to see how effective he was under normal conditions.
Therefore, Yang Fan did not use his body, and directly used the bleeding hidden Soul Reaper from the system space to block Yi Shengrong's attack.
"Good magic weapon!"
Both of them were shaken back, especially when they looked at the tone of Yang Fan's hand, they were particularly jealous.
But when Yi Shengrong looked at Yang Fan again, his pupils shrank even more.
"Mid fit!!"
Yi Shengrong's face was ugly, and a dignified man who had passed through the catastrophe period was beaten evenly by a boy in the middle of the fit.
"Haha, second brother, your people are not good. The cultivation base of the transition period was actually forced to retreat by one of my mid-integration people. Second brother, do you want to hand over the position of prince to me?"
Dai Yangrong's face was ugly, and there was a kind of nausea like eating a fly.
Whoosh whoosh!
Before moving Yang Fan and Yi Shengrong to fight again, only a few sounds were heard, and the three of them were knocked into the air. After a closer look, it was Dai Yangyu's.
The three of them are in the late stage of the combined cultivation, but in the face of the strong in the tribulation period, they have no power to parry.
This is still in the case of nine on five.
Yang Fan saw that there was a person standing in the same place, and his strength was close to the middle stage of the Tribulation, but it was not.
"Boy, dare to be distracted when fighting with me?"
Yi Shengrong found the opportunity and stabbed out with a shot, aiming directly at Yang Fan's head.
Boom!
This gun is fast, at least five times the speed of sound. The long spear pierced the air, detonating the sound, and exploding out of thin air.
"Broken gun style!"
Yang Fan did not rush, using the Dugu Nine Swords, the long knife hit Yi Shengrong's gun body, the position of the spear shifted, and then Yang Fan's toe touched the ground, his figure flew up, and the spear fell into the air.
Then Yang Fan's feet were at the tip of Yi Shengrong's spear, Ling Bo stepped slightly, and the soul-removing knife in his hand struck Yi Shengrong.
"Good knife technique!"
Yi Shengrong was taken aback, pulled back, and the spear in his hand kept piercing, and Yang Fan had to resist.
what!
There was a scream in front of him, and a person who had only the mid-fitting stage was slapped on the chest, vomiting blood, fell to the ground, and passed out.
Click!
Another sound of bone cracking came out, and the arm of the fourth prince Dai Feichi was interrupted and twisted at a strange angle.
Among those to whom Dai Yangrong belonged, an old man had white hair and beard and no weapons in his hands, but his hands were very thick, with violent veins, and thicker than ordinary people's thighs.
Ah ah ah!
The arm was broken, and the monk in black screamed.
The weird old man forced the other person back and turned to the front of the broken arm. The broken arm monk's eyes were frightened.
"Spare!"
The broken-arm monk struggled violently, trying to escape the claws of the weird old man.
"Hey! Young man, don't be so scared, no one has died since ancient times, you can fulfill me."
After all, the weird old man grabbed the other hand of the Broken Arm monk, and made another click, and both hands of the Broken Arm monk were broken.
"Don't worry, do it right away, bear with me."
The weird old man smiled, and then cast his gaze on the legs of the broken-arm monk.
Upon seeing this, the Broken Arm monk paled, his eyes revealed endless fear.
Click! Click!
The broken-arm monk's legs were all broken, bones pierced through the skin and exposed, and the scene was terrifying.
The Broken-arm monk almost passed out in pain, but every time he was about to pass out, the weird old man would wake him up.
"Young man, you should thank me. You must know that I am an old man from Tianshan who is known as the master of bone breaking. I have learned Tianshan bone breaking hands for thousands of years. And I have a very detailed understanding of human bones. Didn't you find out? At the joints, a complete bone is never broken."
"Well, young man, can't bear this pain?"
The weird old man pinched the broken-arm monk's neck with both hands.
"Spare!"
The Broken Arm monk guessed something, and his body continued to struggle.
"Close your eyes, this pain will pass soon."
After all, the weird old man hit the monk's tailbone with his left hand, then pinched the monk's neck and twisted it quickly.
Click! Click!
The Broken Arm monk's eyes widened, his pupils spread, and his breath quickly disappeared.
Hiss!
The weird old man grabbed the head of the monk with the broken arm and pulled it hard. The head of the monk with the broken arm was pulled out of his spine, causing a drop of blood to splash and the scene was very disgusting.
"vomit!"
Many female monks vomited on the spot, and a pungent and unpleasant smell spread around the ring.
Finally someone couldn't bear the smell, and with a big hand, a gust of wind blew the smell away.
Quiet!
In this competition, someone died, and the dead person was the fourth prince Dai Feichi.
The corners of Dai Yangrong's mouth raised, and the triumphant expressions in the eyes of Dai Yangyu and Dai Feichi kept silent.
"Come again!"
Yi Shengrong clenched his spear in both hands, his palms sweating.
Just a few moves just now, Yi Shengrong knew that the man in front of him had a strong sword skill.
"Boy, your knife skills are good, but Sora has a powerful knife skills. Dare to fight with me empty-handed."
Yi Shengrong put away his spear, and said violently.
He thought that a strong man would not sneak attack, so Yi Shengrong put away his weapons with confidence.
But what he didn't expect was that Yang Fan was not an ordinary person, nor was he a gentleman.
Whoosh!
A sword energy containing terrifying power. Attacked Yi Shengrong at an extremely fast speed.
"you!"
Because it was a sudden attack, Yi Shengrong barely escaped, and a wound with deep bones appeared on Yi Shengrong's abdomen.
"mean!"
Just before he could continue speaking, Yang Fan was already close, and the Bloody Soul Reaping Blade chopped it down.
Yi Shengrong went to dodge quickly, embarrassed.
"You bastard, don't force me."
Yi Shengrong yelled violently, and quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, several transparent wind blades blew towards Yang Fan.
Qiang Qiang!
Yang Fan easily blocked it with a long knife, and once again killed Yi Shengrong.
Only at this moment, Yi Shengrong showed a weird smile.
"You got Fooled."
Suddenly, Yang Fan stopped uncontrollably and looked down. A strange black shadow on the ground stretched from under Yi Shengrong's shadow to Yang Fan's shadow.
"this is?!!"
Yang Fan was surprised, because it was very similar to the secret technique of the Nara clan in Hokage. The only difference is that Yi Shengrong's weird technique can only imprison Yang Fan instead of simultaneously controlling it.
Da da da!
Yi Shengrong came to Yang Fan, with a spear in his hand, smiles all over his face, and spring breeze was proud.