Chapter 296: Piaoxue Seven Kills (seeking subscription)

Those who perform the Seven Kills in the Snow can shuttle through the snowflakes at any time, come silently behind the enemy, and cooperate with the dark night's unique assassination technique, even if the middle Mahayana strong will accidentally die in the hands of Xing Daorong .
It just so happens that there was a monk in the early Mahayana who regarded himself very highly and blatantly challenged the majesty of the dark night. Therefore, Xing Daorong took on the assassination task of beheading this early Mahayana powerhouse. At that time, Xing Daorong was only half of the Mahayana period.
Xing Daorong relied on this technique to kill the monk in the early Mahayana period. Even when he finally died, his eyes revealed his unwillingness.
The next day, the head of this early Mahayana monk was hung high at the gate of the dark night headquarters. All the monks who passed by were shocked, and within a week, it spread to the entire Five Source Continent. Xing Daorong also became famous in the first battle. Only then did he have the opportunity to compete with Shi Yangyan for the vice president. In the end, he lost the election and went to the Dark Night Branch of Yongshan City and became the lord here.
"Ma Xudong, run away!"
Leng Bichun shouted, attracting the eyes of many people. Although she was shocked by Yang Fan's cultivation at this time, she did not think Yang Fan had the strength to kill Xing Daorong.
"Jiejie, I want to escape now, it's too late. Also, that little girl, as the killer of the dark night, is actually helping the enemy. If this incident happens, go and accompany him."
"not good!"
The silent cold-blooded face changed a lot, and she wanted to catch Leng Bichun and escape, but she was unmoved.
Xing Daorong's voice came from all around, and he couldn't tell where he was. Even if he used his spiritual sense, he couldn't find it.
Yang Fan stayed unmoved, stood tightly closed his eyes, motionless like a mountain.
The next second, a figure suddenly appeared behind Yang Fan, holding a long sword in his hand. It was Xing Daorong.
"Be careful......"
Leng Bichun wanted to remind Yang Fan, but was covered with cold blood.
"Go to hell!"
Xing Daorong sneered, and the sword plunged directly into Yang Fan's chest.
"Do not!"
Leng Bichun's eyes widened, unable to believe that Yang Fan had died like this!
However, Xing Daorong curled his lips, a little impatient.
"Why is this trick again, don't you know anything other than using the space secret technique?"
Xing Daorong retracted the long sword, without any blood stains on the blade.
Looking at Yang Fan again, I saw Yang Fan's figure gradually disappeared from the same place, which was actually the afterimage left by the speed too fast.
"Ok?"
Xing Daorong frowned, because he had just noticed a slight spatial fluctuation, but he did not see Yang Fan using the spatial technique.
Huh!
Yang Fan's figure appeared ten meters in front of Xing Daorong. In his eyes, two large windmill patterns were rapidly rotating, observing everything around him.
Xing Daorong disappeared again. Yang Fan looked at the place where he disappeared, or in other words, looking at an inconspicuous red snowflake.
Hum!
Within five seconds of Xing Daorong's disappearance, Yang Fan saw a sudden wave of spatial fluctuations from a piece of snowflakes under his feet. This spatial fluctuation was extremely secretive, and he could barely see clearly through the kaleidoscope with soil.
In the next second, Xing Daorong suddenly sprang out of the snowflake, and his long sword severely pierced Yang Fan's neck.
The long sword pierced through Yang Fan's neck without any resistance.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan's figure dissipated again, and his real body appeared not far from Xing Daorong.
Xing Daorong disappeared, and then came behind Yang Fan, stabbing out the long sword again.
The long sword in his hand still pierced Yang Fan's neck, and Xing Daorong withdrew the long sword. There was still no blood stains on the blade.
Huh!
Yang Fan's figure dissipated again, and appeared in front of Xing Daorong in the blink of an eye.
Xing Daorong was not discouraged, his figure disappeared, and he appeared behind Yang Fan again in the next second, and so on.
"Have you always planned to hide away like this?"
Xing Daorong said coldly.
Yang Fan didn't speak, and the patterns in the kaleidoscope of his eyes turned quickly.
As Xing Daorong constantly shuttled through the blood-colored snowflakes, Yang Fan understood more and more about the mystery of the Seven Kills of Floating Snow.
Gradually, Yang Fan discovered the rules, and the method that allows people to quickly shuttle through the snowflakes.
After another three minutes, when the use time of Shenwei was about to end, Yang Fan finally had other actions.
Yang Fan gradually disappeared as usual, but Xing Daorong instinctively used the ability to shuttle between snowflakes.
But when Xing Daorong just appeared, he found that Yang Fan was not in front of him.
"What about people?"
While Xing Daorong was still looking around where Yang Fan was, Yang Fan suddenly appeared behind him, and Xing Daorong didn't notice it at all? As long as Yang Fan is willing, Xing Daorong can be beheaded at this time, but he hasn't played enough yet.
"Hall Master, be careful behind you!"
Tong Lao noticed Yang Fan and said in surprise.
"what?!!"
Of course Xing Daorong would not suspect that Tong Lao would lie. In an instant, the hairs on his whole body were erected, and without turning his head back, he swung his right long sword backwards.
The long sword failed, Xing Daorong violently pulled away, and when he looked back, there was no longer a shadow of Yang Fan.
"What about people?"
Xing Daorong frowned and turned his gaze to Tong Lao, only to see Tong Lao's face showing horror, pointing at Xing Daorong's back, and trembling.
"Hall Master, he is still behind you."
After hearing this, Xing Daorong turned his head abruptly, and his eyes widened.
I saw that Yang Fan was less than one meter away from him, and he was holding a long knife in his hand.
"If he attacked me just now, I would not have noticed it."
This is the most straightforward thought in Xing Daorong's mind.
"Is this your new spatial technique?"
Xing Daorong stared at Yang Fan, fearing that he would disappear again.
"No, you taught me this."
After speaking, Yang Fan looked at Xing Daorong with a joking expression, and then quickly pinched his hands.
"I taught you?"
With this kind of doubt, Xing Daorong turned his eyes to Yang Fan's fast hands, which made his brows wrinkled deeply, because Yang Fanjie's seal made him feel very familiar.
Huh!
As Yang Fan finished the last seal, Xing Daorong's face changed abruptly and his face was shocked. He stretched out his fingers and pointed at Yang Fan, his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist. I want to say something, but I can't say it.
With Yang Fan's finale, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, but it was different from the blood-colored snowflakes that Xing Daorong used to perform the seven-kill battle. This time the snowflakes are blue, which is distinct from the blood-colored snowflakes on the ground. Contrast.
I don't know how long it took, Xing Daorong roared.
"impossible!"
Xing Daorong's eyes were cracked, his face was full of disbelief, he pointed at Yang Fan, "You can't learn it. This is the secret technique of the dark night. No one can learn it at a glance."