Chapter 297: Blast (seeking subscription)

Huh!
Following Xing Daorong's roar, everyone understood that Yang Fan had learned the Snow Seven Kills only by relying on his own Palace Master to perform it once.
"Impossible! In order to learn this exercise, it took me more than ten years to get started. It took another fifty years to fully display it, and it took another hundred years to truly master this exercise."
Xing Daorong roared loudly, his eyes were about to split, he picked up the long sword again, pointed at Yang Fan, and said.
"It took me more than a hundred years for someone so gifted to learn. How could you just take a look? You are just bluffing, so that I panic, and then take the opportunity to attack me. Haha I guessed right. Got it."
In a blink of an eye, Xing Daorong laughed again, with an expression of seeing through Yang Fan's conspiracy.
"Ugh!"
"You don't have to be pretending, and you don't have to deceive yourself anymore. You have already seen that this is my real performance of the Snow Seven Kills, right?"
Yang Fan sighed and asked back.
The laughter of Xing Daorong who was still laughing abruptly stopped, staring at Yang Fan with an ugly face, and a feeling of inferiority in his heart spontaneously, Yang Fan's words pierced his heart.
Yang Fan was right. Xing Daorong had already recognized that this was a real show, but arrogantly, he did not allow to admit that someone had a talent that surpassed him, so he deceived himself. This was just a illusion that Yang Fan turned into an illusion.
"What if I learned it secretly? I have mastered this exercise skillfully, and you have just learned it. How could it be my opponent."
After speaking, Xing Daorong disappeared, and Yang Fan followed closely behind him, also disappearing.
Immediately afterwards, everyone only saw that an invisible hand rolled up the blood and blue snowflakes and intertwined them.
Some assassins who have half-stepped into the tribulation period can vaguely feel that the spatial fluctuations between the two color snowflakes are very obvious.
Every time there is a spatial fluctuation, some snowflakes will be broken and turned into powder. These snowflakes have blood and blue.
A feast of snowflakes began.
The snowflakes on the ground were sucked up by the tornado composed of snowflakes. One blue and one blood-colored tornado hit each other in the air, and there was a sound of banging mirror breaking.
That is because of the space fragmentation caused by too much space tremor.
Snowflake tornadoes of two colors are getting stronger and stronger, and the surrounding space becomes unstable. From time to time, spatial turbulence will be generated and some snowflakes will be sucked into it.
Gradually, there are fewer and fewer snowflakes in the two colors, and the space gradually stabilizes.
Some assassins noticed that the blood-colored snowflakes were significantly less than the blue ones, but this fierce battle did not end.
About ten minutes later, when everyone experienced the addiction of fighting between the powerful in the Mahayana period, the last snowflake in the sky shattered, and a figure sprang from it and fell to the ground, very embarrassed.
puff!
That embarrassed figure is Xing Daorong.
He burst into a blood spurt, his clothes all over his body were in tatters, knives and bruises everywhere, panting, staring at the figures in the sky with an angry look.
"Hall Master!"
The four shadow guards who were still alive stood in front of Xing Daorong, holding a variety of voices in their hands, and aimed at Yang Fan one after another, even if they knew that they were not Yang Fan's opponents, they still had to shoot.
"Get out!"
Without saying a word, the four of them lifted Xing Daorong up, and stood behind him, with all the momentum released, ready to take action at any time.
"Unexpectedly, the dog you cultivated in the dark night is still quite loyal."
Yang Fan sneered.
Xing Daorong was not sad or happy, and whispered to the four people behind him.
"I will contain him later. The four of you will immediately call your own people and bring important things on standby. I will blew myself near the formation. I believe I can blast a gap in this formation. You will be separated and run away. , Be sure to convey today’s matter to the headquarters."
"No, the Lord, we will not run away, we will fight alongside you!!!"
The four of them sounded together, and their tone of voice contained their firm determination.
"Shut up! This is my last order, you must obey it."
Xing Daorong was very angry.
"Yes......"
Finally, their loyalty to Xing Daorong prevailed, and they could only agree.
"It's now!"
Suddenly, Xing Daorong was so violent that he burned the blood and lifespan of his whole body, and his fighting strength was close to Yang Fan, but he was no longer Yang Fan's opponent.
Although he didn't know what Xing Daorong was going to do, Yang Fan was confident that he could defeat him.
Bang bang bang!
The two fought together again, and the four and Tong Lao took the opportunity to rush into the dark night's building and packed away all the highly confidential documents and important things about the dark night. They already knew that the dark night would be destroyed today. Even among the five of them, after Yang Fan has solved his own palace master, they will kill the general. By then, none of them may be able to survive, but they do not regret or regret joining the Dark Night Killing Manual.
They also believed that after the guild leader of the dark night headquarters knew about this, he would definitely behead Yang Fan to avenge the Lord and himself.
It's just that they didn't expect that it won't be long before even the president who they looked up at will die in Yang Fan's hands.
But all of this is something later.
Boom boom boom!
Xing Daorong's play was completely reckless. Facing the long sword slashing at his chest, he didn't seem to see it. He also stabbed Yang Fan's neck with the long sword, which made Yang Fan very passive.
When fighting between the strong, they hate this kind of desperate style of play. They don't want to live, and they want to bury the enemy with them.
After the battle, Xing Daorong used his peripheral vision to see four Shadow Guards, Tong Lao, and a group of unnamed people in the dark night.
"it's time!"
Xing Daorong whispered in a low voice, then stepped back towards the edge of the formation.
Finally, the two had come to the edge of the formation, Xing Daorong suddenly roared.
"be prepared!"
When dozens of people heard it, their bodies were shocked, and sadness grew in their hearts.
After saying these four words, Xing Daorong suddenly approached Yang Fan, and only hugged Yang Fan. The true vitality in his body rioted, and in the blink of an eye, an unstable aura radiated from his body.
"not good!!!"
Yang Fan's face changed, and his fists slammed at Xing Daorong. Xing Daorong was beaten to vomit blood, but his hands were still not released.
Seeing Xing Daorong's body swelling, Yang Fan could perceive that the terrifying true vitality was running around in Xing Daorong's body, and it would explode soon.
A strong man in the early Mahayana blew himself up. Even if a monk in the late Mahayana came, he had to deal with it carefully, let alone Yang Fan in the middle Mahayana.
"burst!"
With Xing Daorong's roar, a terrifying explosion sounded, and the aftermath of the explosion swept the entire formation.
Fortunately, before exploding, Xing Daorong deliberately controlled the range of the self-detonation, only a dozen meters around, but the power was even more powerful.
The aftermath of the explosion just knocked everyone down, without real harm.